T arrived at 40+11 - he was too snug. My labour was amazing and I manage at home for two hours with just slight niggles, went to the hospital where I was already 5cm. I reached 10cm six hours later on nothing but gas and air - was laughing my socks off on the stuff, it was brilliant (thinking about getting it piped into my home
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At 10cm it went horribly wrong, T decided to rotate back to back and come out face first, the midwife didnt realise until the Registrar came to examine me. I had been left to push for over three hours and was utterly exhausted, I had to literally beg for an epidural. The pain was horrendous. If someone handed me a loaded gun I would have happily shot myself just to make it stop. For a short while I understood what it would be like to loose your mind.
T's was in distress and needed to be hoicked out, they used ventouse and forceps and I had a 30 stitch episiotomy - ooooff!
Would I do it all again? In a heartbeat for T, but there will defo be no child no.2!!
xxxx