Well, in my opinion there is absolutely nothing romantic about childbirth. It is a horrible, violent act - a necessary evil to get the little one out.
The entire pregnancy has been such a lovely time and having our son around now is an even greater experience, but childbirth is such an awful experience.
It is not that I feel traumatised in any way, but I just can't feel anything nice about a process that puts the person you love most in such horrible pain, knowing that there isn't much you can do and so many things that can go wrong.
It started all on Friday evening. I was just about to leave as the official visiting times were over (10pm). Suddenly, very erratic contractions kicked in (my wife was induced at 42 weeks) and put her in so much pain that the only resort was gas'n'air and pethedine injections. Finally they agreed to let me stay overnight. The following morning around 9am she was 3cm dilated, so she was transferred to the delivery suite and they finally agreed to start with an epidural. From there it took another 16 hours to get the baby out.
Attempted ventouse delivery - failed. Finally forceps delivery of a 10 lbs 4.5 oz baby boy at 1.01 am Sunday morning. The doctor was pulling so hard, I thought they would either rip his head off or break his neck. Not a very nice thing to watch. Finally he is out, about 700 ml of blood spilled all over the floor. Pediatrician taking over the baby. I decide to follow him closely. Want to take my son into my arms as soon as possible. While waiting there catching a look on my wife being stitched up.
To be honest, at this time I was horribly upset to see my son bruised all over the face (from the forceps) and with a big swelling on the head (from the ventouse) and on the other side seing my beloved wife, having lost so much blood and being stitched up. At that time I was asking myself if it was really the right decision not to insist on a c/s instead.
Finally held my son for some time before wife and son were returned to the maternity ward and I unfortunately had to leave at around 5am on Sunday morning. Could have imagined a nicer ambiente though. Until then we were still remaining in the same messed up room, blood everywhere, the placenta (looking like a huge piece of liver) still giving evidence of what happened just a while before.
Haven't slept for around 45 hours it was quite easy to switch my mind off and have a rest, still feeling guilty however about how much my wife had to suffer and wondering if she would catch some sleep at all.
Regarding visiting times: It is a scandal and I think QEH in Woolwich is really the worst: Visiting times for partners just from 3pm to 10pm. How are you supposed to support your wife and bond with the baby? I think that is just ridiculous. NHS: Never again, hopefully next time we can find a hospital (private?) where mums (and dads) are being treated like human beings.
Next time: Can't wait for my wife to be pregnant again (Fortunately she shares the same feelings). But childbirth: I think, I could do without it and for me its not the start of life - that is much before.