I was induced both times - too long and complicated to type out so I've copied and pasted from my birth stories (and edited out the unimportant stuff):
Pregnancy 1:
Wednesday sometime around 1pm-ish: given internal examination. Told that cervix was tightly closed.
Wednesday about 2 or 3pm: 2mg of prostin gel inserted into me. Oh my dear Lord it hurt like absolute BUGGERY!
Wednesday afternoon and evening: contractions started. contracting contracting and more contracting. Lots of being on the machine that moniters the baby's heartbeat and the tightening of my contractions. Lots of taking of blood pressure etc. Walking around like John Wayne from the pain of the prostin gel/internal lol!
Thursday...at some point during the day: contractions dimmed down to being pretty much non-existant again. Still not dilated at all so given another 1mg of prostin gel on cervix. Soooo not impressed with how much it hurts to have that done! Still waddling like John Wayne.
Thursday afternoon and evening: pretty much the same as Wednesday afternoon. Lots of contracting after having had the gel. Lots of being monitored.
Friday morning: contractions having died away during the night, I was given another 1mg of prostin gel.
Friday afternoon: contractions contractions and more contractions, although not as strong as they had been on Thursday.
Friday afternoon: had a talk with senior doctor. She said it's not usual to give more than 4mg of prostin gel in 48 hours, but in my case they were going to make an exception as I was still not dilated at all.
Sooo...in went another 1mg of the bloody gel.
Friday evening: another talk with docs - If I haven't dilated by tomorrow morning enough for them to break my waters, they would have to decide whether to leave it for 24 hours and do an ultrasound to check the placenta and then start again with the gel, or to give me a c-section.
Friday night: Seriously considered just asking the doctors for a c-section and have done with. Mentioned this to a midwife but she said she doesn't have the authority to discuss that with me, as it's now in the hands of the senior doctor.
Saturday morning: internal examination - finally I get told that I'm just JUST dilated enough for the minimum requirement of having my waters broken and being put on the drip to force contractions again. BUT....I was told that there was no guarantee that once my waters were broken, that my cervix would dilate any more. In which case I would have to have a c-section anyway.
Saturday afternoon: asked senior doctor seriously to consider me just to go in for a c-section, but told that it's not really a good idea, as it's not something they do lightly! (LIGHTLY??!!!)
Told that I can discuss it with other doctors once I get to delivery suite, which had no beds.
Saturday around 6 or 6.15pm: Finally moved to delivery suite just as my dad was coming to visit, only to find that he was then not allowed to come in and see me. Begged doctor to give me c-section.
He was telling me that there are more risks in c-section that seriously advising me to try the water-breaking and the drip. I really didn't want to go through all that though after everything I had been through already, if there was a chance I could end up with a c-section anyway. My mam (who was one of my birthing partners) was telling me to go with the water-breaking. Phil was telling me to go for the c-section.
In the end I decided to be brave and go for the water-breaking. I decided that it was worth a try to avoid the major surgery and the greater risks.
Saturday 6.45pm - waters broken (which also hurt like hell...well it would really...having a ruddy great big knitting needle thing shoved up you!!) Mam and Phil running around like lunatics trying to change my sanitary towels as water was flowing like a river!
Then the drip was put in my wrist and they started me off with 1mg of the stuff that makes your contractions (God only knows what it's called!) They told me they would be gradually increasing the dosage throughout the night to 32mg.
I was coping okay at first with the contractions, but as the dosage of drip stuff got higher, they were getting worse. Soon I was reaching for the gas and air. (I tell you what...that really makes you feel drunk as a skunk lol!) It was making my head go soooo funny, but to be honest it wasn't helping with the pain very much.
Saturday 10pm: dosage now at 12mg and the pain started to be unbearable. Asked the midwife for an epidural.
So she waddles off to see if she can get the anaesthatist (sp? I can't be bothered with spellings right now) to come and give me one....only to return about 5 minutes later to tell me that the anaesthatist was in surgery with someone who got rushed in for an emergency c-section, and it would be a good hour if not more by the time I could have an epidural! I swear to God you could have killed me right then and there and I would have been a happy Nat!
Asked the midwife if there was nobody else that could do my epidural, so she said there was another anaesthatist somewhere else in the hospital that she would page.
So off she went again, and came back saying that they were busy and would try and get here ASAP, but there was no guarantee that they would be any faster than the first one!
I was sooo not a happy bunny at that point...so inbetween ferocious contractions I asked if I could have some other painkiller. She said she could give me diamorphene (or was it pethidine? I forget) as an injection in my leg, which is a narcotic. I was like "yes...please give me ANYTHING!" so she did.
It took a short amount of time to kick in, but then when it did I felt sooooo sick. My contractions were honestly not a hell of a lot less painful (I still had the gas and air also), but now I was feeling sick aswell! I asked Phil to give me a drink of Fanta, but after literally one sip I promptly threw up (thankfully into a vomit bowl) and was sick so much it was nearly completely full! (sorry if TMI! )
A little while later...maybe an hour later...I threw up again. Deary me it was most unpleasant!
Midnight: FINALLY - I could have sang I was so happy (except that it would have been rather difficult with the amount of pain I was in) the anaesthatist arrived to give me that blessed epidural! I had to keep soooo still whilst she was putting it in my back, which was bloody difficult whilst contracting, let me tell you!
Anyway once it was in, I was a happy bunny. Every 2 hours or so I started feeling the contractions again, and I had to call the midwife to come and press the button to give me a top-up of the epidural stuff (no more injections or anything though coz my back had this tube thing in it attached to a drip - so it was just a drip top-up).
Sunday 1am: dilation checked - I was 4cms dilated.
Sunday 5am: dilation checked - I was fully dilated! I was amazed I had gone 6cms dilated in only 4 hours!
Sunday 7.10am ish: started pushing. and pushing and pushing and pushing! This little thing did NOT wanna come out!
Finally the midwife had to give me an episiotomy, but only a small one at first.
Carried on pushing, but still she didn't wanna come out. So I was cut again.
Pushed some more and more and more, and finally I tore the rest of me wide open and out came Lydia at 8.35am!
And Pregnancy 2:
Monday 13th August:
Approx 10.30am - arrived at hospital
Midday - checked to see if I was dilated and apparently I was not dilated even one teeny tiny bit
12.07pm - prostin gel was administered to my cervix
After that I was contracting all evening. I was constantly being monitered - both for my contractions and for the baby's heartbeat. Every hour they would put me on the machine for those things.
Approx 10.30pm - cervix checked again - still not dilated at all.
Tuesday 14th August 2007
Approx 10am - cervix checked again - I was dilated to 3cm
After that I was left to contract throughout the day in my room. They were getting worse and worse until they were unbearable, so I was brought in a canister of gas and air which I used to its full advantage.
I kept asking if I could go to the delivery suite, but I kept getting told that they were waiting for a bed for me.
Approx 5.30pm - cervix checked again - I was dilated to 5cm
At this point I was told that yes I could go to the delivery suite. I was plonked into a wheelchair at about 6.30pm and taken through.
Contractions were really strong at this point so I asked if I could have an epidural. I was told that the anaesthetist was busy in theatre so I would have to wait.
I was practically screaming with the contractions by the time the anaesthetist arrived - which was at about 8pm.
Immediately after having been given the epidural (and was put on a pitocin drip) I started shivering badly and my legs started twitching. My blood pressure dropped to 88/55 and Alex's heart rate also dropped a lot.
They decided they were going to put a heart monitor on his head so in order to do that they first broke my waters, and also told me I was 8cm dilated.
At this point loads of doctors and midwives started running in and out of the room all talking in hushed tones to each other. I didn't know what was going on at all but they all seemed really worried. I didn't find out until later that the cord was around Alex's neck.
9.40pm - I was fully dilated. By now there was a team of people in the room. My legs were hoisted into stirrups and I was told that they wanted the baby out as fast as possible.
They brought out forceps and started trying to turn Alex around so that the cord would unwrap itself from around his neck. The bloody epidural, although it had worked to stop the pain of the contractions, had done nothing to numb my nether regions for some weird reason, so I could feel everything and was in loads of pain. My bp was still really low aswell and I kept telling them I was going to be sick.
Anyway then they got the ventouse and told me to start pushing. I pushed and they pulled but the ventouse popped off his head so they had to try again.
Then I pooed all over the place.
Alex still wasn't coming out so they gave me an episiotomy. Thankfully I didn't tear past the cut so that was at least some relief.
Anyway the whole pushing thing took 18 painful minutes. Alex wasn't breathing when he came out but it only took 1 minute for him to be resucitated.