Finally found five minutes so here is my story.
Woke up at 02:11 on my due date thinking "ooh, was that a contraction?" Hadn't had any braxton hicks at all so had nothing to compare it to. Just felt like period pain really. Stayed put in bed for half an hour or so, before (tmi alert) getting an urge to empty my bowels. Spent another hour or alternating between going to the loo and wandering run the lounge. Eventually thought I ought to wake DH up as this really felt like it was it.
I got in the bath for a bit while he rang the midwife triage line. They said to stay put until I was was having minute long contractions every two minutes. The contractions were quite irregular, some over a minute long but five apart followed by a very short one a couple of minutes later. Around 7.30ish I hit the magic number and we set off. The journey was hideous, I wasn't liking sitting down anyway and going over speed bumps mid contraction was something I wouldn't like to repeat in a hurry.
The contractions slowed right down in the car but speeded up again when I got to the hospital, they were coming thick and fast. Went to the triage room only to be told that they weren't open yet so I would have to go straight to the labour ward two floors up. They then told me they were having a shift change to I would have to go to the waiting room. What seemed like an eternity later, the triage department opened and I was sent back down stairs again. There were two other ladies waiting but they seemed happy enough sitting there so thankfully I got seen first. Every part of the examination & checks had to be done one at a time between contractions. Turns out I was already five cm dilated, so, you guessed it, I had to go back upstairs again!
Anyway, I didn't get on with the gas & air so decided just to go the whole hog and have an epidural. They were really struggling to monitor the babies heart beat throughout. The bands around me kept slipping so they put one of those clip things on the babies head, but that was only working intermittently. The epidural didn't actually work properly but I think this was a blessing. It was good enough to take the edge off the pain but I could still feel everything that was going on. At 13.45 I was told to start pushing. Shortly after they decided that the babes heart rate was too erratic so they brought out the ventouse.
At 14:02 Amelia was born .
I got a quick cuddle before they took her to clean her up while I was stitched up. I had 2nd degree tearing,
Soon after I got to have skin to skin and fed her for the first time. She is such a gorgeous little poppet, I already can't imagine life without her.
Like everyone else said, life on the postnatal ward was dreadful but that's another story.
Lots of love to everyone and their little ones.