First, links: to birth story websites:http://www.mothersownbirth.com/birth%20stories.html
Second: There are also a number of good midwife blogs like pamamidwife, that also contain a lot of good birth stories. I would include rural doctoring's labor stories in there. I was reading some of these yesterday and "Grab It" is hysterical.
Third, a brief summary of my 4:
ds1 16 hours, one shot demerol/phenergan, 45 minutes pushing. Thought I knew what I was doing, but it was a pretty standard hospital birth and I was clueless.
dd 6 hours labor, my ob out of town and nurse didn't believe me when I said baby was coming. Poor dh almost had to catch. Resident and nurse yelling at me not to push bc res didn't have his gloves on. Here's a clue, if I'm talking to you, I'm not the one doing the pushing.
ds2 at hospital, but refused to be checked or get into bed. OB had left orders to call him at 5 cm bc he knew I went fast after that. When he comes in after I've been there for 3 or so hours, he wants to check and I'm 7. I agree to letting him break my waters thinking it may speed things up a bit (anything to get out of transition). Does that and says he going out to the nurse's station to sit with his coffee while it cools a bit. Next ctx I have to push, nurse with her back to me says OK. She turns around part way through ctx and yells at me to stop. Doc comes running back in and baby comes out. Little stinker planted his feet up in my placenta and pushed off. He's still like that, always up for the adventure.
ds3 at home. Water breaks, ctx start and 4 hours later they stop. Outside in a full length pink bathrobe, exceedingly pregnant at 2:30 in the morning. Was pretty sure the guys leaving the bar down the street thought they were seeing a pink elephant. MW tucks me into bed for lack of ctxs. 4 hours later they start again, MW make me breakfast and sends me outside. I am hands and knees in the garden for the next 2 hours transplanting strawberries. Finally get fed up with everyone ignoring my obvious pain and head back inside. 45 minutes later baby is in my arms. It was 84 degrees and the nectarine trees were blooming, clouds of soft pink.
And for all 4, dh always knew when I was in labor, because I wouldn't get off the toilet, just sat there giggling about everything.jenlove
: good labor vibes being sent your way.