Ok, here goes, for Cas. All those still childless please ignore and move on to next post.
My labour started naturally and waters broke (all over the bedroom floor). Decided to go to hospital and planned to head straight to the birth suite for my much longed for water birth but this was not possible as there was clearly meconium in the waters. Remember on "One Born Every Minute" where she sniffs the pad to see? Well the midwife had a full on examination of the colour and contents of my pad it in front of me and Mr C - I can laugh now but I was mortified!
Anyway, they wanted to keep a close eye in case baby was in distress. After about 6 hours it was clear labour was not progressing and they wanted to speed things up so they induced me with the oxytocin drip. This nearly killed me as the contraction went from average to full on hard core in the space of about 2 hrs.
Anyway labour evetually started to progress and at the very last minute the little blighter turned and was presenting face first which meant I needed to get him out and quick and with help. They rushed me to theatre, prepped me for emergency C section (massive epidural) and said I had three chances to push him out or they would do a c section. On the third push and with forceps he was born, but then the fun started!
They had to give me an episiotomy and were stitching me back up (wee man was already in neonatal care as he was not well) and they were taking AGES ? I was shaking uncontrollably and they could not take my blood pressure so they give me a shot of pethidine to chill me out which was excellent (I am still the only person I know who had pethidine post birth!)
After two hours of them being ?down there? they advised that they could not stop my uterus bleeding (I have since found out it was a primary post partum haemorrhage) and I had lost over a litre of blood. I kept on seeing these big blood soaked dressings and what looked like huge bloody pads of cotton wool and I still thought they were still stitching me up! They said they needed it to stop and they had to insert a "balloon" up my chufty filled with a litre of saline to keep my womb from collapsing and to try and stem the bleeding from the lining of the womb and if I lost any more blood I would have a blood transfusion and worse case scenairo remove the uterus.
Fortunately the balloon worked and the internal bleeding gradually stopped but I had to have it in there for 36 hrs and it was total agony. Imagine immense pressure on your back passage (and then times it by 200) and not been able to get up. I was on morphine every two hrs and was still in agony. The kept me in high dependency for 3 days and I did not see my little man for the first 2 days as I could not move to him and he could not leave neonatal (I had a little picture).
Anyway ? we both survived and all in tact, I got out 5 days later although one of the last things the midwife at the hospital said to me is that after what happened they hoped would not prevent me conceiving again!
So there you are! Fairly grim but I am still back to do it all again...