Hi all! I went silent for the obvious reason.
I'm going to do the birth story bit, because I can.
After a sweep on Monday where the midwife said I was already dilated, I went in for induction on Thursday. The hospital hadn't got the message I wasn't needing the first stage of induction and had no room on the labour ward, so I had to come back Friday mid-morning. They broke my waters and said they'd see if the monitor showed any contractions, but it looked pretty faint, so they put me on the hormone drip around 1pm. That didn't seem to be going anywhere either for a while, then it did start hurting although the contractions were still not registering very regular or strong, so I asked for some pethidine. They hadn't checked how dilated I was since they broke my waters, but had to check then as you can't have pethidine too close to the baby being born. I was fully dilated so no pethidine! Baby boy born just before midnight. The actual pushing stage was fast and I tore quite badly and haemorrhaged so got the fun room full of people experience, but it honestly wasn't frightening or awful because they were so kind and communicative. I had two absolutely lovely student midwives there.
I guess it is worth knowing that the monitors aren't always that accurate and in retrospect I might have trusted by body a bit more and asked them not to keep turning up the titration on the hormone drip (and it was totally my call; they told me the monitor was only a guide and they told me I could say if I wanted the drip turning down, but it only started to get too painful when it was all happening anyway).
I can't get over how wonderful it was to have an experience of birth where I felt listened to and cared for and respected. When my ex had our DD it was awful, very traumatic for her but TBH also frightening for me, and this was so healing of that whole experience. I felt very emotional about it and very lucky.
Baby boy was just under 8lb and we came home early afternoon Sunday (I had to stay in because of the blood loss and because I was driving myself, so obviously didn't want to risk being groggy!). Breastfeeding was very painful but he hasn't lost too much weight at his day 3 check, which was my worry, and I'm doing a bit of formula/pumping while my poor bruised nipples recover from him trying to get my milk in! 
He's absolutely lovely and I'm so happy. I'm so grateful to everyone on here because you all get how it feels to finally have a baby after wanting one so much. Lots of love to you all.
Ok, I'll go off and be a puddle of (good!) hormones elsewhere now ... 