See, now you've opened the flood-gates with your birth stories, I can tell mine - total disaster PG and total disaster labour and child-birth.
Grab a glass - I've added some twiglets and mini-cheddars to the mix. Take a load off and enjoy the drama... 
So... Got married in the April and came off of the pill. Decided to TTC in the June and got PG first month. Had an MC at 5 weeks
. Decided to try again as soon as we could and 6 weeks later I was PG with DD.
Over-the-moon but tried to keep my feet on the ground following the previous MC. So had a bleed at 8 weeks. Went for an early scan and all was fine. Great. Then went for the 12 week scan which comes with the Nuchal scan in our PCT.
24 hours later I got a call saying that baby was 1:35 risk of Downs. Devestation hits again. They offered me the alternatives of a CVS within the next week or an Amnio at 18 weeks. I opted for the CVS.
Got a call 24 hours after the CVS to say that they hadn't managed to get enough blood and would need to do another one. I refused saying that two of those within 48 hours certainly wouldn't help the MC risk so opted to wait until 18 weeks for an Amnio. I had the Amnio on 29th December and on New Years Eve they phoned with the fantastic news that we had the all-clear.
Surely nothing else could go wrong? Or so we thought. Pre-PG I was a size 10-12, had a fairly healthy diet and my BMI was about 19. At 28 weeks I was tested for GD because my Mum has type 2 Diabetes. It was positive. But not only that, I couldn't be diet-managed either. So I had to inject Insulin four times a day with every meal and before bed-time.
Of course, this also meant that due to the risks for the baby, I would have to be induced early.
I was induced at 38+5 on the Friday morning. I went into labour straight away but didn't dilate enough. Instead of giving me a C-Section, they left me until I was 3cm dilated which took until the Sunday afternoon. By this time I was distressed, tired and I'd just had enough. Took me up to the Delivery Suite and gave me an Epidural then broke my waters. I had the Insulin drip in one hand and the Sytocin drip in the other. The Epidural only numbed half of my body so I couldn't move at all but could feel everything. It was awful. By the early hours of Monday morning they decided to try the Ventouse.
By the time DD arrived, she wasn't breathing. They had to resuscitate (sp) her (which we didn't find out until we found the birthing information in the front of her little red book a couple of weeks later...) and her head was so badly damaged by the Ventouse that her eyelid wouldn't open. The muscle was permanently damaged. She had an operation at 18 months (just before Xmas last year) to lift the eyelid but she will need further operations as she gets older.
I had an Episiotomy and couldn't walk very well for 12 weeks after so a C-Section would have been much better for DD and for me.
So, is why DH really doesn't want another one. It was so traumatic and where as I bonded with DD straight away, he didn't. It's been a tough couple of years for us.
THE END! 