If you are prepering to give birth in St Georges make sure they wont treat you as they treated me!
I was overdue with my first child and had to come to hospital to be induced. My husband and I arrived there at aroung 10pm, and around 11pm they started to induce me (by inserting the pill). We were told that usually the first pill doesnt work, so probably after 4 hours I will get another one, so my husband can go home and if it will start they will give him a call. So he left. The pill started to work very quickly, but I didnt realise that was it! The paing was getting stronger so I called for midwife who just looked surprise that Im in pain and left. After a while I had to call again and asked for paracetamol or something stronger. I asked when I wll be able to get epidural but was told that its too early. I got the paracetamol but started to throw up and it didnt work. When I called for help, the midwife just poped her head in and said that its all fine. I was left alone in small room, throwing up and with contractions getting stronger and stronger. I completely forgot all antenatal classes, didnt remember that my hubby supposed to be with me, all I thought about was how scary it was! I cried for epidural but it was too early, and then all of a sudden I was told that its too late. Eventually my waters broke and I felt that I need to push! In my birthplan I said that I wanted to use the pool or take an epidural if I couldnt cope, but nobody really cared what was that I wanted. When my waters broke the midwife came and said that I couldnt stay in the room anymore, but have to go to the first floor (from 4th!) now. I obviously didnt wanna go anywhere, but she was getting impatient. Eventually I got to the first floor and got some relief (gas and air). Half an hour before my daughter was born my husband arrived and helped me through.. My daughter was born at 6.40am. 3 hours after giving birth another midwife came to stich me up. It was horrible. When she was putting the stiches I told her that its painful and I can feel the needle going in, her response was: Are you still alive?
About half an hour later I needed to pee, so I asked my husband to go and ask for something I could use. I was told I have to walk to the toilet. As soon as I stood up, blood just flooded my legs, floor, my slippers. Nobody came to help me to clean myself (my husband was holding the baby, as there was nowhere to put her), so I used the paper towels that were next to the basin.
At 2 pm I was told that I could go home if I wanted, and I didnt think twice. When I was leaving, the blood was still smeard all over the floor, nobody changed the bedsheets after birth..
I didnt have difficult birth, no complication, my baby is healthy. But 6 months on, I still think about that night and it still makes me angry as hell.