Well I've gotten to the end of this thread. It's taken about a week and I have no idea what else is going on in b & b lol. I've loved reminiscing about my labour with dd which was nearly a year ago now. It was a pretty uneventful labour but I think the funniest bit was that my oh forgot I wad in labour lol. Let me have a go at telling my story for you.
So it was about 10 am and I had been getting contractions since about 2 am (my waters had gone at 8 pm the evening before) and they were starting to get painful so I decided to go for a shower. I told oh and waddled off and he settled down to watch tv. About 2 hours later his programme finished and he starts to wonder where I am. Then he remembers I was having contractions and hadsgone for a shower. He notices the time and begins to panic as he can't remember me coming out the shower. He's shocked to find me on all fours in the bath having quite painful contractions. I tell him to load the car up as the contactions are strong but still irregular. About 5 minutes after he leaves I suddenly decide I really need to get to the hospital but there's no way I can get out of the bath so I have to wait about half an hour for him to come back (it felt like an eternity).
Then we get on our way to the hospital which is 40 minutes away and I'm starting to get pushing urges and lots of pressure so I'm holding on to the car door and my tens machine for dear life. Oh spends the whole journey telling me how much further we have to go despite the fact I know the journey like the back of my hand. We both spend the journey worrying I'll deliver at the side of the road.
We got to the hospital and went to the ward where the mw asked if it was my first baby (it was) took my notes and told me to sit in the waiting room. I couldn't sit so she comes back to find me hanging off my oh and tuts before telling me they have a bed for me. She has to put me on the monitor but I can't keep still long enough for her to do it. She keeps telling me to be still and I tell her I can't, in the end I yelled at her 'I fucking can't' so she went to get me g and a. After hooking me up to the monitor she did an internal. All she said was 'I'll get them to get you a room on delivery' so I asked how many cm I was and she said 9. The look on her face was hilarious, I don't know why they never believe first time mums when they say they are close.
We were rushed straight up to delivery and on the way I told the mw (a different one) that I wass stastarving and she told me 'its a bit late now'.
In my room they had to hook me back up to the monitor and I had to ask the mw if I could start pushing. The mw was still trying to get my underwear off as I started pushing and a huge gush of waters came out and soaked them (I'd only been dribbling them until then). My dd was born after half hour of pushing.
So it was about 10 am and I had been getting contractions since about 2 am (my waters had gone at 8 pm the evening before) and they were starting to get painful so I decided to go for a shower. I told oh and waddled off and he settled down to watch tv. About 2 hours later his programme finished and he starts to wonder where I am. Then he remembers I was having contractions and hadsgone for a shower. He notices the time and begins to panic as he can't remember me coming out the shower. He's shocked to find me on all fours in the bath having quite painful contractions. I tell him to load the car up as the contactions are strong but still irregular. About 5 minutes after he leaves I suddenly decide I really need to get to the hospital but there's no way I can get out of the bath so I have to wait about half an hour for him to come back (it felt like an eternity).
Then we get on our way to the hospital which is 40 minutes away and I'm starting to get pushing urges and lots of pressure so I'm holding on to the car door and my tens machine for dear life. Oh spends the whole journey telling me how much further we have to go despite the fact I know the journey like the back of my hand. We both spend the journey worrying I'll deliver at the side of the road.
We got to the hospital and went to the ward where the mw asked if it was my first baby (it was) took my notes and told me to sit in the waiting room. I couldn't sit so she comes back to find me hanging off my oh and tuts before telling me they have a bed for me. She has to put me on the monitor but I can't keep still long enough for her to do it. She keeps telling me to be still and I tell her I can't, in the end I yelled at her 'I fucking can't' so she went to get me g and a. After hooking me up to the monitor she did an internal. All she said was 'I'll get them to get you a room on delivery' so I asked how many cm I was and she said 9. The look on her face was hilarious, I don't know why they never believe first time mums when they say they are close.
We were rushed straight up to delivery and on the way I told the mw (a different one) that I wass stastarving and she told me 'its a bit late now'.
In my room they had to hook me back up to the monitor and I had to ask the mw if I could start pushing. The mw was still trying to get my underwear off as I started pushing and a huge gush of waters came out and soaked them (I'd only been dribbling them until then). My dd was born after half hour of pushing.
He ran to the nurses desk. 
xx
. About 10 minutes later DH arrived and I told him I'd been a "tricky pickle" and forgotton to ask the MW her name. Then she told me I couldn't have the gas an air anymore because it was making me loopy 
