Here is a summary of my third labor and birth story. Hopefully it can help you out some.
My third birth was probably my "easiest". During that pregnancy I suffered from extreme hyperemesis. I only gained six pounds and by the time I was 41+ weeks, it didn't seem like the baby had grown in a month or two either. An ultrasound even estimated him to be around 4 pounds. So I was going to accept an induction at 42 weeks just to get the pregnancy over with.
About a week before the induction, I had a couple of days that were extra bad. Couldn't eat, drink, do anything. I was on my own for that pregnancy and I feared for myself and the baby. So on Veterans Day morning I drove the 40 minutes to the nearest county hospital with a NICU (I had been previously instructed to go there for anything). I showed up wanting them to check on the baby and re-hydrate me, etc. Well they offered an induction same day and I took it. My second birth was an induction too, so I knew what I was getting into. But the thought of ending the pregnancy was just too tempting to pass up. I was terrified about being in labor while so tired and weak though, but I still decided to go for it.
By the time they got the pitocin hooked up, it was maybe 11 or 12? They kept trying to make me walk, but I was too tired. So I spent most of the day in bed watching the fox channel because I didn't care enough to change it. I had no stuff with me, so not much to do. Every friend and family member I have, had an excuse to bail on me that day, so I went through the labor and birth alone. The doctors and nurses also kept trying to get me to eat and drink, but I just felt too yucky. I was impressed with how crunchy they seemed to be at that hospital though, even if it was all mostly due to the hospital being so poor.
I never was offered pain relief and I never asked for it, the contractions had been very tolerable. I was undecided about if I would go for an epidural or not during that labor. I had done it both ways before and wasn't convinced about what my preference was (especially with an induction). Around 10pm I was still in bed doing nothing. I was texting my sister and telling her that things were beginning to get uncomfy, so I may not be able to text for much longer. About the same time a nurse came in and checked me. I was 9 something and my water broke on her during the check. Instantly...labor started to hurt! I kept standing by the bed and refusing to get back into it, being on my back hurt too much. The poor nurse was alone with me and kept trying to rub my back and help me and I just kept snapping at her. I was alone, in pain, scared, and taking it out on her. Finally things were serious and she stuffed me in the bed and rolled me into the delivery room.
Things went pretty quick there. I was on my hands and knees on the bed and refused to turn over. It hurt. I was yelling at everybody because I wanted drugs and they wouldn't give them to me lol. I didn't want to throw up, I didn't want to lay on my back, I didn't want to be in labor anymore. This was my first time being "difficult" in labor...and boy was I difficult. Everybody was so calm and nice about it though, they really tried to make me feel better. Nobody got mean or offended by me or anything. I pushed on my hands and knees for a bit. Finally close to crowning, I got tired and said ok to laying on my back. Maybe three pushes later and I birthed my almost 9 pound baby boy!
Later on the birth certificate I saw that he was born at exactly 10:30. So I had gone from not even noticing the contractions to holding my baby in about 30 minutes time. During the ordeal it felt like hours though lol. My other two births had taken much longer than that. He and I were both fine and I recovered from the hyperemesis very quickly.
I can't compare my third birth to my first two because all of the circumstances were so different. I went into the labor with zero expectations. I was very malnourished and underweight for the entire pregnancy. It was a different "father", I was under a lot of stress during the pregnancy including being homeless. I had no real plan for the birth and no labor support. I say it went miraculously well considering everything though. Not sure I would have been so lucky if it was my first or second birth. I think it being my third birth is what helped things go so quickly despite my being unable to walk or do anything to help the process along. I could be wrong though, it could have just been dumb luck. I am about to give birth to my fourth...so we'll see.
Good luck on your upcoming birth OP. :)
Edited by CrazyCatLady - 5/18/11 at 6:52am