"What was childbirth like for you?"
Bloody awful. Arrived in hospital at 4am. Midwife examined dp and said "you're 6cms dilated, hopefully you'll have delivered before I come off-shift at 7!"
10 hours later we were still there.
She was exhausted and asking for an epidural, I was exhausted and utterly miserable at watching her being in so much pain and discomfort. Of course none of the staff qualified to administer an epidural were on shift at that time. So they pumped her full of pethedine and a shedload of gas'n'air.
I was trying to stay away from the business end, but ended up telling her to push, while holding a leg. She said later that because of my encouragement she knew she was getting somewhere and it would be over soon. I was just staring at her bits thinking "I can't recognise anything down there but the midwife says it's a head so I'll tell her to push"
Ds's delivery (3:45pm, natch) was heralded by an almighty splatter, as a mix of meconium, amnion and huge amount of blood hit the floor. The consultant who'd done the ventoussing caught him, and made an underhand rugby pass to the Special Care Baby Unit, who'd set up behind him. Poor Dp spent the next ten minutes having the remnants of the placenta removed, which scared the sh*t out of me. A baby emerging from my g/f I was (sort of) prepared for, not the double handful of blue meat that came after.
Didn't want to cut the cord, didn't get offered. Too busy worrying about dp (getting stitched back up) and ds (in SCBU, plugged into oxygen feed in wall) Ds was out after five minutes, and passed to me (all 9lbs 6oz of him), which was the one nice bit of the whole procedure. The rest of it was feeling pointless at unsocial hours of the morning.
"DH is totally traumatised by seeing me giving birth" -Nice to know it's not only me. Just writing this has me feeling miserable and tearful again.