My DS is turning 10 tomorrow. It's giving me flashbacks of his birth, which was very fast. Not that I'm complaining! I was 41 when I had DS, he's my one and only.
I lost 2 pregnancies before DS, so when I was pregnant with him I was aged over 40 and considered high risk. When I went into labour with him, I arrived at the hospital at about 3.30pm and he was born vaginally at 6.20pm.
I do remember sucking on the nitrous oxide mask! And seeing a little face with a wailing tounge being thrust at me briefly.
The rest of is a blur. I vaguely remember being shoved into a shower & walking down a corridor with a nurse. I feel guilty for missing out. Everyone else was so happy and I was in a freaking daze.
Next morning the family turned up and I was still shell-shocked. I hadn't slept or eaten and baby wouldn't latch.
Sorry for moaning! I had to get that out. I guess a fast labour is still better than one that drags on for days and requires instruments and surgery. Shit, I shouldn't complain!