Just to add my experiences. I have 2 DDs and their births were very different.
I always knew I wanted to have a home birth with my first, as I was so worried about not having any control over it if I was in hospital. Luckily my midwives were very supportive. However, at one antenatal appointment, after a very stressful day my blood pressure was slightly raised. I have been monitored for high bp in the past and the conclusion was that I have white coat syndrome! The midwife sent me to hospital to be monitored and I had no high bp readings in hospital, or any abnormal blood or urine checks. It did however get written all over my notes that I had high bp.
I was told I was still 'allowed' to have a hb but that I would be monitored closely.
I went into labour and the midwives came to my home and I had reached 10 cm and was ready to go. Based on my notes wrongly saying I had high bp the midwives insisted on taking it every 5 minutes, which I found very stressful. The contractions were so close together at this point that they had to take my bp during them, when surely it will be raised?!
It was decided that I 'had' to go to hospital, so I was taken in by ambulance.
As before, my bp was taken in hospital and judged to be normal. By the time I got to hospital (after waiting around for the ambulance etc) I was told that the baby was not in distress, but that I had been in 2nd stage for far too long so I would 'have' to have forceps. Before I was given the epidural the dr decided he wanted to know which way the baby was facing, so used his arm to reach the baby. This was by far the most painful aspect of the birth. I thought that if I removed consent and told him to stop he would, however I was simply told to use the gas and air. I tried kicking him to stop him, but the midwife simply held my legs.
My baby was born with forceps and as such came out looking very bruised.
I was then transfered to the postnatal ward, despite asking to go home. I had a catheter put in due to the epidural given for forceps, but was promised this would be removed as soon as I could feel my legs to go to the toilet myself. However the postnatal midwives kept refusing to take this out, without giving me any reason why it had to stay in.
I gave birth at 6am, so asked to be 'allowed' to go home that evening, as if I had given birth later in the day I would have ended up staying in hospital for a shorter overall time but this was also refused.
I was told to take paracetemol that I declined as I wasn't in pain as 'we like you to take it regulary' Why?
I finally managed to get to sleep that evening to be woken up to be offered a cup of tea by a hca. I'm not sure why she thought I needed a cup of tea more than my sleep.
The following day I was told I 'had' to wait for the dr to see my dd before I could come home. My dh arrived to take me home and we were told there was a delay and we would have to wait. Dh was then made to leave as it wasn't visiting hours, leaving me alone, sobbing, looking after a newborn.
The whole experience was horrific. It left me with a real fear of hospitals and when I needed a routine op 9 months later I insisted on being treated at a bupa hospital via choose and book. Here I was treated like a human being.
You might ask why I didnt insist on being heard, but as a first time mum I felt very vulnerable and wasn't sure what to expect.
My second birth was amazing. Again my bp was raised in late pregnancy so the hospital advised twice weekly monitoring and said I had to go into the antenatal ward for this, which I refused. So my community midwife came out twice a week and took it in my own home and found that it was normal.
When I went into labour I was lucky enough to have this same midwife come to see me, who knew that despite my notes my bp was fine. This meant that my bp was not taken at all (no time!) and I managed to have my 10lb dd at home (with no stitches needed).
As I was in my own home I felt able to tell the midwives what to do to help me, rather than be dictated to.
I think that the problems with my first birth were that I had seen so many different midwives so no one knew me personally and were all relying on my notes which made the situation sound far worse than they were.
Once I got into hospital it was the middle of the night, so I was seen by junior staff who simply wanted the easy option of getting the baby out with little thought to me.
I was left feeling very inadequate after my first birth. I felt like less of a woman, that I had 'failed' in someway because I hadn't pushed her out myself. Fortunately my second birth has helped to heal those thoughts, but the fact remains that I didn't have to be left feeling that way.
Sorry for the long post, but it's the first time I have really been able to talk about what happened to me and it felt good to get it out! Dh doesn't understand as 'we got a healthy baby at the end'.