ETA: sorry for the novel!
Overall I am happy with my actual labor, it was very relaxed, no complications during the birth, quick, recovery was fast, I have a beautiful, perfect baby boy. But things did not go at ALL how I planned. I wanted to go into labor on my own and I wanted to have a completely natural birth. I wanted no medications to go into my baby, I wanted to use a birth ball, TENS and hot baths. I had it all planned out.
Then I found out at 35 weeks that I had group B strep so I would have to be on an IV the whole labor, which drastically reduces your ability to move and cope with contractions. Then right after I found out my blood pressure was through the roof, I had PIH developing into pre-E. Suddenly I was being hospitalized at 37 weeks and being told they had to take the baby ASAP because my life and my sons life were in danger. I ended up on complete bed rest not allowed to walk or do anything but sit in my depressing hospital room. I was given cervadil to prep me for the main induction- for four days I labored with contractions and back spasms from lying in bed until I was 3 cm dilated. I was exhausted, and very depressed. I was told I would likely need an epidural to keep my blood pressure down while I labored.
I finally had my water broken and the oxytocin drip started, as well as my antibiotic drip. I was stuck in a bed laboring with tubes, constant fetal and blood pressure monitoring. My labor nurse was great, she gave me monitors that allowed me to walk around a bit and labor on the ball, but it was hard with the tubes and the monitors kept loosing LO's heartbeat. I wanted a hot bath, and I got in and it helped, only to find out, I kid you not, the whole city went on boil order and I would not be allowed to labor in the bath anymore. It was at that moment I decided I wanted the epidural. I was so tired and frustrated. I knew I could make it through, but it felt like my entire lower body was being crushed. I had been contracting, each less than 2 minutes apart for the better part of a week. I didn't WANT to be in pain anymore. I just wanted my son. I think I was about 6 cm at that point.
I had a great epidural, my labor went fantastic. My blood pressure came right down after I got the epi, and I even took a nap. It actually sped things up. I pushed beautifully and my son was born after 6 pushes. It was many womens perfect labor.
I guess that is a long ramble, but what I am trying to say is I understand completely where you are coming from. Everything I wanted to avoid, I ended up having short of a c-section. I had a great labor, but I still feel a bit of a loss. I wonder what it feels like to reach your due date and the anticipation. I feel a loss at what it feels like to feel contractions starting at home and wondering if this is " it". I feel a loss at what it's like to have your water break, the shock and excitement of telling my husband it's time. I feel a loss at what it would be like to bring my son into this world, feeling that pain followed by the relief and the rush of love for my newborn son. I feel a loss at the chance to be proud that I followed millions of women since the beginning of time who have labored in pain to bring a life into this world. In the end, I keep telling myself I have a beautiful son and it doesn't matter one bit how he got here. I actually enjoyed my labor, I was able to relax and laugh. But a part of me mourns for the labor I wanted and I feel jealous of the women who have had it.
I think you should be proud that you coped and that you had a beautiful baby. That you kept your head when everything went south. I think it shows strength in a different way. But yeah, I've been there. Just wanted to say you are NOT alone.