Hello, finally getting round to birth story> Am typing direct as have lost word so pliz to excuse typos
Warning: this is quite long!
Birth plan involved water birth @midwife led centre, gas and air for pain relief. No pethidine under any circumstances and if bigger pain relief needed straight to an epidural.
Irregular but intense contractions started on wednesday evening, they were all in my back and very ouchy. I stuck on the tens machine, took two paracetamol and got very excited. Then I started vomitting with each contraction and spent the night beached over my birthing ball with a bucket in front of me, the tens machine controls in my right hand and contraction timer in left. At four AM I rang the hospital and they said to come in.
We headed off and were so excited. We said goodbye to the cat and the house promising to return with another person, and then the street, the village etc. At the hospital they examined me and my cervix had softened but not dilated. I had my first sweep and wondered what the fuck my cervix had been doing for the last twelve hours. We returned home empty handed feeling a bit silly.
After another 12 hours of me hurling over the birth ball the community midwife came out and examined me. Fucking cervix had made it to nearly 1cm. Had second sweep.
Puked and screamed for another 5 hours and the FDH took me back to the hospital where another examination confirmed a whole one cm dialtion had been achieved. Had sweep number 3. This time they let me stay in a very quiet room with a bed for both of us and the luffly gas and air and a jab to stop the vomming and at 3am the midwife examined me and said I was nearly at three cm and could go upstairs for an epidural.
Had epidural and saline drip and my crappy, useless contractions stopped so had the syntocin and they restarted with a bang, still all in my back. At this point I realised that the epidural had numbed my right side so much I couldn't move my leg but the left had pretty much full sensation. Fucking ow!
The anaesthetist then gave me more drucks including pethidine but didn't adjust the epidural so I ended up off my head, half unable to move and still very ouchy. I had finally reached the ten cm though so it was time to push!
And then bitey bach got stuck. I don't know how long I was pushing before the room filled up with people and there was a consultant saying they might have to do a caeser. I started to panic as could feel so much still and also it suddenly dawned on me that the boy and I might be in trouble. Another anaesthetist appeared and pulled my epidural out a bit and numbness flooded my left side. This moment of bliss ended abruptly as I saw them prepping the resucitation table and realised the FDH had started to cry. The dr came at me with a pair of forceps (I didn't know at this point I had been given an episiotomy) and suddenly bitey bach landed on my chest, absolutely perfect if a bit dazed and confused.
And that's it. Prizes of shots of sloe gin to anyone that managed to read the entire essay 
Bits I missed out include telling the student midwife to turn Jeremy Kyle off as I wasn't having BB hearing that cunt's voice before mine.
Attemtping to pull the blood pressure monitor off and get off the bed as if they didn't know what my blood pressure was by now they should be struck off and telling the anaesthetist that if #i wasn't married I would marry him while my legs were in stirrups. I may have leered.
Sorry for many x posts this has taken all day to write!