While I have a sleeping child I'll do the birth story thing...
Started having contractions on Saturday afternoon, which got stronger during the evening so put the TENS machine on. Gave up on all ideas of sleeping cos was too busy waiting for the next one to arrive. Eventually dozed on sofa in early hours of Sunday morning.
I was determined not to go into hospital too early and be sent home, so spent Sunday timing contractions, which were never further than 20 mins apart (they never had the decency to stop and let me sleep) but rarely as close as 5 mins and averaged about 8 mins all day, but were definitely stronger than before. Had a bloody show but my waters remained stubbornly intact. Spent a lot of time yelling and walking around trying to remember to breathe through contractions. Discovered that sleep was well nigh impossible.
TH worked from home on Monday to be ready to take me to hospital and set up a spreadsheet to keep track of my contractions (he's sad like that) which remained stubbornly irregular but mostly around 8 mins apart. Went to bed in the vain hope of getting some sleep, but had to get up every 10 mins to deal with a contraction!
By about 3am Tuesday they were finally getting closer together so I phoned the hospital and we arrived about 430. They were busy so I didn't expect to get near a pool but both of the two they have were free. Brief concern about my blood pressure but that sorted itself, and I was examined and told I was 9cm dilated! So it looked like it was going to be into the pool and have a nice easy sneezy water birth.... Oh and I discovered the joys of gas and air, which after 2 1/2 days of just a TENS machine was bliss (and they had to keep reminding me to breathe air in between contractions!)
Well I managed about an hour in the pool (which was lovely), and they broke my waters, but then Peedie's heart rate was too high so I had to get out. They examined me again and discovered there was still a rim of cervix that hadn't dilated. More time didn't shift it, so eventually I was offered a choice of syntocinon or straight to section. Opted for the syntocinon, and I think they left me on it for about an hour - it's all a bit of a blur. Still no sign of a baby, so then it was a case of 'we'll try forceps and if that doesn't work it's a section'. I remember signing the consent form, then we were wheeled through to theatre where I had a spinal and I think was told they reckoned it was 50/50 as to whether they'd get the baby out with forceps.
Apparently at the sight of the forceps she turned (she'd been back to back, and given the size of the lump on her head we think probably had her head in a stupid position too), and with two pushes and the forceps was out (how you're supposed to know how to push when you can't feel anything I really had no idea), at 1145. TH tells me the doctor seemed surprised at how easily they got her out, I was just amazingly relieved that after all that we'd avoided a section (and was so surprised when they put her on my tummy that I don't think I reacted). She clearly had a pretty sore head and spent the next few hours just screaming, but I didn't care.
So it wasn't at all how I'd have planned it, but I was glad we didn't end up with a section, and of course the most important thing is that she arrived safely. Looking back I think the hardest thing to deal with was the lack of sleep, which sounds stupid but was the bit I hadn't expected (not least because I didn't expect it to take quite so long!).