I have emailed my friend and she has given me permission to post her birth story here. I'll copy that at the end of this. It is very long and I don't know if these threads have a limit on posts. However, she also provides the following information too.
There is an AIMS booklet on VBAC which will deal with all these issues which should be out in May. here Another useful ref for her is this which has good articles and links including a link to the yahoo support group for women planning or thinking about vbac.
If she's being quoted 50% then she needs to look at her care providers very carefully as they are probably limiting women's choices and thereby their success rates too. There's a good article on caesarean.org about the policies that some hospitals write for VBAC and how little evidence there is to support them but these policies like continual monitoring and time limits for labour have a huge impact on the probability of VBAC being achieved. She can talk to me (Jenny), Gina or Debbie (VBAC co-ordinators for the NCT) by ringing the enquiry line for our numbers - 0870 444 8707.
Jenny's story:
I went to bed Sunday night, having seduced Raymond on the sofa - his
comment was "You only want me for my sperm" Too right :-)
I spent a restless night, not unusual for me, getting up to the loo
every hour or so and aware that I had reasonably constant period pain
but not daring to hope it was significant after so many previous "is
this it" moments. At half past 6 I decided it was officially morning
and got up to use the loo and perhaps have a bath. I realised as I
went to the loo that I was having a strong twinge/contraction and had
another one on the way back. My first thought was that these could
only be Braxton Hicks as they were too close together to be early
labour contractions. I pottered around the bedroom having more every
5 minutes and told Raymond that I didn't think he should go to work as
this might be it. But I still didn't really believe it even though I
knew the pains were really contractions now.
We got the kids up and started the getting them ready for
school/breakfast/lunch boxes nightmare that is a Monday morning in our
house. I had to keep ducking behind the fridge freezer to breathe
through the pains which were holding at 5 mins apart and needed
concentration to deal with. I decided I didn't want the kids to know
I was in labour as Carys would have refused to go to school and Emma
was starting her SATS that day and I wanted her to be able to
concentrate on those and not on worrying about me. I had a bowl of
cereal in the sitting room while Ray did the lunch boxes and decided
to phone Mary to let her know what was happening. I didn't expect her
to come out to me, I was officially Andrya Prescott's responsibility
now as Mary was due to go to conference on the 1pm train but I did
want her to now. After that I rang Andrya and explained that I was
almost sure this was only early labour but I was concerned that the
contractions were so close together and quite strong. Andrya said she
would liase with Sue and aim to be with me about 10.30.
Mary rang me again about 8am to say she was popping over to see a
client in Brighton before she left and that if we needed her she would
pop in on her way as she would be quicker than Andrea. I was starting
to get concerned that things were hotting up a bit but still couldn't
believe we were looking at a quick labour. My concern was only could
I stand up to 12 hours plus of this!
By the time Raymond left to take the kids to school I was over the
birthing ball and feeling a bit panicky about being on my own for half
an hour so he stopped off at my friend Lesley's house, just round the
corner, and she came to be with me. She's never had children but we
go back a long way and I was just happy to have someone there as I
said ooooooooh over the birthing ball. Ray got back just after nine
o;clock, Lesley left and I got Ray to time how long the ctx were
lasting as they seemed longer. They were lasting a minute and coming
every four to five minutes. I decided to take Mary up on her offer
and Ray rang her - she could hear me saying "oooooooh" which seemed to
be my way of breathing through the contractions and luckily she still
hadn't got past Worthing yet so was happy to divert to us.
Mary arrived at 9.55 and I was so happy to see her. Having sadly
accepted that I was not going to be able have her at the birth, it was
a real treat to see her familiar face. Meanwhile the contractions
carried on inexorably and I discovered that walking about between them
and then holding onto the mantelpiece while Raymond rubbed my back was
the best way of dealing with them.
Andrya and Sue arrived at 10.30. I had met Andrya once before but Sue
was a new face and I felt a bit shy initially. Mary I think sensing
this, offered to cancel her Brighton visit and stay on as long as she
could. Andrya asked me would I like to just carry on as I was or
would I like a VE to assess progress. By this time I was desperate to
know was this really it and was my cervix dilating so we went
upstairs. I was worried about having to lie down for a VE - I
couldn't see how anyone could possibly labour lying down I need to be
up, up, up. I hung on the door aka NCT birth positions poster for a
contraction while Andrya got ready then lunged for the bed at the last
possible minute. Andrya was gentle and quick and gave me the best
news ever - at least 3-4 cm dilated and effacing well. Wow! I had
been dreading her saying "oh only 1 cm" and was delighted that I had
gain in return for the pain.
By ten past eleven I was wondering about getting into the pool - I was
concerned it might be too early and would slow things down. I was
still convinced that I had hours and hours of this to go and asked
Raymond to make arrangements for his mum to pick up the children from
school and take them to her house overnight. I decided to get in the
pool, encouraged by Andrya and Sue who were pottering about getting
their equipment set up. Mary was calculating how late she could leave
it and still catch her train!
The pool was like a welcoming old friend giving you a hug. I had used
it so much during the wait for labour that it was a familiar, safe
place, somewhere I associated with relief from aches and pains. I
half knelt, half floated, arms and elbows on the side. Sue was near
me, asking me if it helped, Raymond was issuing his mum with sleeping
bags for children in the other room. As I aaahed and oohed my way
through a contraction I hoped briefly that my mother in law wasn't too
embaressed.
By half eleven things were starting to really hurt. Mary gave me some
coaching to encourage me to keep breathing through the pain "try to go
saggy with it" I remember her saying.
All these timings are taken from Andrya's excellent record of the
labour, I couldn't have told you what time it was only that it seemed
still very early to be in so much pain. By midday I was at the
thinking I didn't want to give birth any more stage! Bits of me
wondered if I was in transition. Other bits of me just wondered how I
could possibly survive this pain. From all round the room voices of
encouragement came. yes you can do this, you ARE doing this, you are
fantastic, you are strong. Ray was by me head all the time, breathing
with me, soothing me, putting a hand on my back. I got enormous
solace just from his presence and by rubbing my face up and down his
forearm like a cat!
I started to feel an urge to push but it was all mixed up with the
awful. overwhelming last contractions of first stage. I invoked my
Maker a lot to get me through those. I think Mary had left by then
but I could still hear her voice telling me I could do this, mixed
with Andrya and Sue telling me the same thing. The mixture of female
empathy and male strength was just amazing, I never really felt alone
and I felt certainly that both Andrya and Sue knew just how I was
feeling. I was on hands and knees in the pool through all this,
rockig backwards and forwards through each rollercoaster, alternating
outbreaths with moaning but mostly feeling I had control. There were
a couple of really scary contractions where I felt they were winning
and I was losing it, really crying out in panic. The voices soothed
me and I began to find that pushing made the pain better.
I was not altogether sure what I should be pushing where. I did have
a sense of the baby but was actually more aware of a need to poo. I
decided to push the poo out first and then discovered it was helping
me push baby too. At 12:35 Andrya records me saying "Oh Andrya, the
baby moved" and it was a really revelation to feel this solid football
thing actually shifting inside me, getting closer. I can remember
thinking "I'm actually going to do this" and saying "Yes, yes, yes"
with the pushes.
I heard myself begin to bellow and thought "this really does mean not
long now" remembering Gina Lowden saying you only get a few like that
before the baby arrives. Andrya asked me a couple of times did I want
to feel what was happening but by now I had braced myself horizontally
across the pool hands pushing my head away from the side, legs apart
but pushing from the other side. It worked wonderfully I could feel
all my effort paying off and kept bearing down and letting the air
out, grunting and breathing out, swallowing the occasional bit of
water when I forgot to keep my head up!
I started to feel stinging down there. Bl88dy hell, was all I could
think, I've talked about this so much in classes and now its hapening
to ME! Blow, blow, blow Andrya was telling me. I was keen to listen
to her, I desperately didn't want to tear. I blew for England and it
really didn't hurt as much as I had expected it to as his head
emerged. I was aware of Andrya helping the baby a little, she
explained afterwards that his hips were a bit stuck and there was lots
of meconium in the water. I didn't care, it felt like a good thing.
He slithered out and she passed him through my legs to me and I
managed to sit back and take my little boy. He looked a bit green and
pale and wasn't breathing but his cord was pulsing. I just couldn't
believe it. Ray came round to lean over and help keep baby's head out
of the water while I supported his body. I checked he really was a
boy like the scan had said. "Hello,little man" I remember saying
over and over together with "We DID it".
Fergus gradually established his breathing and the cord stopped
pulsing. Andrya showed Raymond what to do and he cut the cord almost
exactly as I felt a contraction and pushed the placenta out into the
pool. The pool was now so murky that Andrya and I had to go fishing
for it! Raymond took Fergus while I got gingerly out of the pool and
sat on a pile of covered cushions and pillows on the floor. He was
born at 12:50, by 13.25 he was on the breast and I had a cheese and
cucumber sandwich and a very welcome cup of tea.
After a while we weighed him, 8lbs 6 and I transferred to the sitting
room. I knew I was intact perineally, it felt great. We sat for
quite a while, talking in wonder about how quick and how powerful it
had all been. Raymond managed to bang out an email which I dictated
to him and we phoned a couple of close family members and friends and
arranged for the children to be brought home to us after school. They
came through the door like little bullets, desperate to see the new
arrival and were completely thrilled by him and by the presents he had
"brought" them.
By 10 o'clock we were all in bed. Fergus having defied all my usual
predictions on baby behaviour and having fed most of the evening.
I've probably left out lots and will need to rewrite this at some
point but it was a fantastic experience, something I will never forget
and I am so glad I did.
Jenny.