OK, here are the gory details (sorry its so long)....
I was woken in the early hours with a strong BH- type contraction; this was followed by intermittent mildly painful contractions which by 7am were coming around every 15-20mins. I'd had a false alarm starting like this on Sunday, so wasn't convinced this was it. By about 10am I was convinced things were progressing rather than stopping, so I phoned the midwife. The midwife (luckily for me, my own community mw) kept in touch over the next few hours and arrived at the house around lunchtime, by which time I was getting contractions about every 5 mins, but they were quite copable with. We'd set up a little 'nest' in the livign room, with a cheap (expendable!) duvet and lots of pillows piled over a low stool,which I was leaning against during the contractions. The mw examined me and I was already 7cm , to my surprise.
We were all prepared for things to happen quickly so the mw called the back-up just in case. However, this time the first stage progressed in a much more gradually intensifying manner, probably because my waters hadn't broken, and it was to be another 4 hours before I was fully dilated. Because of the gradual progress, I was able to keep much more on top of the pain - mainly just breathing through it and with dh putting lots of pressure on my lower back (it felt quite bruised afterwards!) I was even getting rather impatient and needing to stand up or sit upright on my birth ball in order to keep things moving....
by about 4pm things were getting a little more intense and I started on the gas and air. At some point I decided the stool was too low so piled all the pillows on top of the sofa and knelt leaning against them - that was where I stayed for the rest of labour and delivery. Transition was definitely the hardest part - but at least this time I knew it for what it was - I had several difficult contractions which started very painful and ended with the urge to push, but I could sense things weren't quite ready for pushing. In between contractions I started crying - and remembered the bits in the books that say 'transition may be an emotional time'.... Suddenly I was feeling overwhelming pushing urges - i think I had one or two short pushy contractions and then one enormously long push overwhelmed me - lots of noise at this point - then I could feel myself stretching, with incredible burning pain right down into the soles of my feet. I could hear the mw urging me to blow so I just channelled all my concentration into blowing... This seemed to go on and on forever as the head was being delivered, then finally relief.... There was a longish pause, before the next contraction pushed the baby out - I felt a bit of a stretch as the shoulders came out, but the next minute a slippery screaming bundle was being passed between my legs. I scooped him up and
cuddled him.....he was born at around 5.45, with an official labour length of around 6 hours (but really more like 14 from the very start)
good things about being at home:
-not having to decide when to go to hospital
-not being told what to do by anyone
-everything being cleared away and alone with ds2 within an hour or so (negligible mess)
-continuity of care
-really great mw support as I had wanted - very controlled delivery of the head which resulted in no tears or stitches
possible drawbacks:
-excessively chatty midwives! - fortunately I was able to 'tune out' but dh said he sometimes felt he was hosting a mothers' meeting!
-if I'd known how big ds2 was, I might well not have gone for home birth - I am very glad there was no problem getting him out....