Hi :) I was on the March thread but haven't posted in ages.
So DD1 turned out to be DS1, interesting turn of events and the midwife didn't want to say anything, but the whole time I doubted it was a girl.
So Wilf turned up on 2nd April, weighing 8lb90zs. Labour started Easter Sunday night, I thought I had a uti. I woke up at 5am on the monday with a sudden need of a wee, my waters broke on the loo! I wasn't sure at first, but it became more obvious when I had a contraction and a gush! We phoned the hospital and were asked to go in at 9am to check it was my waters as I wasn't contracting. Shortly before we were going to go in we got a call from the community midwife to say as I was booked for a homebirth she would come and see us. I happily informed her that things had definitely started and I was contracting.
By the time she turned up they had stopped again. She left and told me to keep active, eat lots and try and get things going. Over the course of the day I got to 6mins apart on 4 occasions, but once getting there they would drift off again.
At 11pm I felt ill and we went in for a CTG and a checkup. I was given the all clear and sent off home with the words "you won't be having a homebirth, you will be returning for augmenting at 7am, go and get some sleep". We went home and sadly packed away the homebirth stuff we had. I went to bed at about 1am and had a BIG contraction. Needless to say sod's law kicked in and labour kicked off with a bang. No sleep was had by me, I didn't tell DH as he was sleeping in the spare room due to my SPD. He woke up to me screaming through a contraction at about 3.30am and he phoned labour ward. After I had a contraction and threw up on the phone they invited us in. Contractions were 3-4 mins apart and severe.
We got to the labour ward and I was checked and at 5cm dilated. I was pleased to hear that! They encouraged me to try the gas and air, it was the worst thing I have ever experienced. I was running round the room screaming "make it stop, make it stop, make it stop", I hated the feeling and as I was hyperventilating it didn't go. They eventually calmed me down, by which point it was 5am and the monitoring got strappeed on. My SPD was dreadful and they allowed me to sit on a ball, it didn't help.
At this point I asked for an epidural, my contractions were spacing out again, probably due to the adrenalin, but the midwifes tried to suggest pethidine. I agreed to it reluctantly, then another midwife turned up and said no! She told me if I couldn't stand the G&A then the pethidine would be worse. So I asked for an epidural again, and again, and again. The pain of lying on my back with my SPD and the contractions with no pain relief was just beyond what I could cope with.
At 7.30 shift change happened and I got a new midwife. This one agreed to call the anaesthitist. After being told to "woman up" by the previous midwifes and to be quiet, this was quite a relief! Eventually the anaesthetist arrived and set everything up, then disappeared. At 10.30 I finally got my epidural, it was bliss. I was 7-8cm when I got my epidural, I feel quite proud that I got to that point pain relief free, but it wasn't what I wanted!!
As predicted the doctor insisted on me being augmented when my contractions didn't go back to 3 in 10mins by 1pm. That was fine, I could feel the tightenings, but nothing else.
When that didn't produce sufficient results they turned it up, a lot. At the same time the midwife decided to reposition my ctg bands... and knocked out my epidural.
So no-one realised she had done it, but i reported feeling more contractions which was brushed off as pressure... but they agreed to get the anaesthetist to check it anyway. He confirmed what I suspected, it was out. I was over 9cm dilated and in agony with no breaks in between. I wanted someone to kill me!!! He didn't want to replace the epidural, but I think I scared him and he did.
A few big boluses later and things went back to being ok. Not that long afterwards the midwife started getting busy, baby was on his way! I could feel the pressure and was able to push him out in 40 mins. Resulting in a 2nd degree tear.
So all in all quite an eventful labour, but all done and dusted by tea time. A night on the postnatal ward and we got to go home.
We ended up readmitted on day 5 when he lost 14% of his birthweight, and I now have an infection in my stitches and my SPD is still playing me up, but I have a baby that sleeps through the night, feeds well now and is gorgeousness.
We'd like another two kids, but knowing now that G&A is not an option and how bad my SPD was during labour I am not sure when we'll make the decision to do it again.