Having just recently given birth I'm still at that I want to tell the world stage so since you ask.....
The same as on dd1 I knew from early on approx 6am that things had started, crampy period pains every 10 mins or so but was determined to carry on regardless. I went back to bed to simply snooze as long as I could, then got up at approx 10:30, tried to stay active so baked cakes at 12 and washed the kitchen floor at 1pm. After that I tried to find things to occupy myself and REFUSED to time contractions. With dd1 I'd bought a stopwatch and we had anally timed every contraction which consequently makes you too aware of how slow things are progressing.
At 4pm it was taking more concentration to breath through each one and my dm took dd1 out for a walk. Soon after we rang the midwife and she arrived at 5pm. What I was dreading most was to be told I was only 2cm, which was the case but midwife said she'd stay as I was "labouring well", not sure what it meant but gave me hope.
By now I had my tens machine at half power. Right from the start I was eager to hold back a reserve of energy, pain relief as I believed it would take hours and my biggest fear was exhaustion.
My dm returned then with dd1 who was asleep, and dm started to cook dinner. Dh loved the fact that he was able to snack through out the day (another mistake made last time, he starved for the day), at one stage he was munching nuts holding my hand through a particularly vicious contraction, and I swore at him I felt like I had a monkey for a birth partner.
At 6pm another examination, now 7cm and dinner was served. All except me had roast pork and potatoes, by now they'd given me the entonox and dh said I was like a junkie with a crack pipe, I would not let them take it off me .
I spent a lot of time leaning on top of my birth ball, counter tops, and pressing a hot water bottle to my belly while the tens worked my back. It was agony to lie on my back during examination, despite it being between contractions.
Second midwife was called and although I felt no transition whatsoever which surprised me, I got this massive contraction and found my self saying "I want to push", my superb NHS midwife simply said well go ahead then.
Some four pushes and real animal cries later, Elycia was born perfect at 8:28. I was on all fours leaning into the couch and was happy to have her passed to dh first as my inital emotion was relief it was all over. It had been a speedy yet violent four hours.
It felt like the most natural thing in the world to be at home, I never felt scared, at one stage they were trying to bully me into a certain position and I very forcibily told them I was the boss and I DID'NT WANT TO...it seemed to work.
My dh was a gem and my midwife perfect, at all stages I felt in control and when I wasn't dh was.
DD1 came downstairs and saw her sister when she was only 30 secs old, Elycia went straight to the breast within 5mins, and after a refreshing shower we were all in bed (together) at 10pm.
Throughout this pregnancy I have adamantly stated this is the last but I would have another simply to re-experience how beautiful, safe, and wonderful a home birth can be.
It's been funny over the last few days watching peoples faces drop when you say home birth, but they simply can't understand when I say it was wonderfull and not so bad after all.
I don't doubt that I've been lucky, I had a small buttonhole tear which appeared to heal instantly, but what has been most evident is the speed of my recovery and the peacefullness of my baby. Just before my mum went to bed that night she looked in at us and said it was the most peacefull sight, all four of us cuddled up together.
Sorry if this is too long but I really wanted to tell the story in full.