So, the birth story.
On Saturdayt 9th July I woke up feeling a bit iffy, tired but by 5pm hadn't felt any baby movement. Phoned maternity assessment and they said to come in.
They stuck me on a monitor and said that baby was moving normally, with a sleep pattern but they were concerned I couldn't feel it. At this point I burst into tears crying that something was going to go wrong, I could just tell, something's not right I don't care what monitor said somethings wrong.
Midwife said they would keep me in overnight, possibly scan me on the Sunday but that I was obviously distressed and was listeing to my "sixth sense" which at the time I took as a platitude to reassure me.
So at 2:45am, they were bringning another patient into the ward, I woke up went to loo, cam eback to bed. Had just settled down when felt baby hiccups and thought "That's good, means I should get home tomorrow" when I felt a huge cramp and then heard and felt a pop. Felt between my legs trying to work out if I had broken my waters or peed myself when I saw it was blood.
Still calm by this point, rang the buzzer and wee auxillary came in, I said I have some blood here she went away to get a midwife and came back. Midwife ordered me back into bed and popped pads underneath me, and said the would transfer me to labour ward.
I explained I needed the toilet, bowels felt loose, they told me I could go but to leave door open, unlocked. I then got myself into a state because I was bleeding allover the floor and toilet and crying because I couldn't clean it up.
So at 2:55am we're barrelling down the corridor in a bed to labour ward. I phoned husband and explained calmly I was being transferred to labour ward, to make his way in safely (no rush), walk the dog first and remember his juice and sweeties. This had the midwife lol'ing as she found it funny.
Get to labour ward contractions kicked in straight away 5-6 every 10 minute period. And they were fine, I was breathing through them with some gas an air as an extra. Husband doesn't show up until 4am as he took me at my word and went for a shower and cup of tea.
Then the pain hit. It felt like I was trapped in a vice with the contractions rolling in on top of it. Apparently this was complicated by the fact that I'd had no warm up time with the milder contractions. The vice like pain is explained later.
At this point, due to the bleed I was in a fetal monitor so not allowed to use the pool. I did briefly get onto a birthing ball but was ordered back to bed as fetal monitor kept losing it's trace.
Baby was in distress.
I ended up on oxygen to try and get him more oxygen through. They attached the monitor to his scalp in utero to get a better reading and he was still experiencing periods of distress intermittently.
So I got put on a syntocin drip to make my contractions come faster. At this point the contractions were bearable still but the vice like pain was getting worse to the extent I was basically told to take an epidural for pain relief. I wasn't screaming or anything but apparently it was distressing to watch and was told it's not realistic to go through that amount of pain for hours.
Got epidural - oh sweet lord the relief.
Baby still in periods of distress but they monitoring him closely with scalp blood samples.
Couple of hours later and he goes into a distressed phase again, Dr is summoned and checks me over. I start to spike a temp, my heart rate is up to 130bpm and Dr makes decision that if I'm fully dilated its time to push and get baby out, if not it's time for an emergency C section.
At this point I don't care, I just want baby safe and out. I tell him to do whatever needs to be done, cut me in half I just don't care. Husband says he's never seen me so terrified and I'm bawling because baby is getting quite distressed.
I'm fully dilated, and after 3 huge pushes and a forceps assistance baby is out and he's okay. I however had no time to 'stretch' and ended up with double layer of stiches and a rather large episiotomy to boot.
End up he's here and I'm here and we're both fine. The contractions were bearable and not the horrendous thing I expected.
When they delivered the placenta and examined it, turns out that the bleed and vice like pain were due to a placental abruption, at least a partial one, as placenta was all clots. I lost a pint and a half of blood due to this and it explains why baby was in distress during labour.
So there you go that's my birth story.
Would I do it all again? Yes, it's not that I've 'forgotten' the pain, more that it's worth it and not that unbearable.