Middle of night, staggered into hospital entrance, waters went over doormat & I went into transition, immediately shutting my eyes as couldn't cope with anything distracting, just overwhelmed with agony. Wasn't able to walk either, couldn't move my legs - as if all brain functions shut down utterly.
Only had 2 transition contractions, 1st as waters went & second in wheelchair DH was pushing at some speed - I shouted (sort of Aaaargh, as I remember, & oh god, how I wish I could forget), & in lift opened my eyes enough to see an arm on wheelchair beside me- just about to sink my teeth into it when registered it was DH
(Note to self: next time take wooden stick to bite)
Was rushed/wheeled down to delivery saying "god help me, help me", with BLOODY MIDWIFES RUNNING ALONGSIDE SHUSHING ME!!!
Just made it onto bed before DC arrived.
But wot I never understand about labour/transition (& I've done this 4 times now) is how ANYONE 'manages' to retain some rational thought processes? MrsPotatoChip wishes midwife had told her what was going on - how would she have understood? Surely it's not just me? I can't be only one to not know my name during my (awful, violent, preciptious) labours, nor to be able to hear or understand anything being said in the room? I can't recognise that slight pause between end of transition & start of pushing, I can't hear/understand anyone when I'm pushing... To cap it all, I still can't process information AFTER baby arrives - I can just about grasp wot sex it is, but that's it - DH says I asked him over & over what weight DD was, each time saying " 8lbs 10oz, wow" - then asking again after 10 seconds.
And then I go into what I can only think is mild shock as brain trys to reboot; shaking, teeth chattering, breathing goes all shallow & gaspy... and that's when the midwifes start to berate me & tell me to "pull myself together". I hate them.
Why oh why have I chosen to face doing it again? Am dreading it already, my sleepless nights are spend unwillingly reliving all the previous times...