Good luck maryam!
I'm at the hospital now, getting ready to try to feed the baby, and things are going pretty well though I think I've developed a UTI. Which is impressive considering I've been on huge amounts of antibiotics.
Our daughter was born almost exactly 24 hours ago now. 24 hours after my water broke with absolutely no signs of labor, I headed into the hospital where they induced me with pitocin. In a lot of ways my worst-case scenario came true: the induction led to a cascade of interventions and the end result was me lying on a bed covered in tubes unable to move. But aside from about an hour where I let my fears run away with me, it was actually a really positive experience. The hospital staff was really supportive and informative, and I never felt bullied or pushed around.
Early labor was tough, but my husband was amazing. We walked and wiggled all around the room as I dealt with each contraction. The peak of them sucked, but I could rest between them. As they turned up the pit, labor was too intense for me to handle (I made it to 4 hours at a total of 14mu/min pit, at which point I felt like I was losing my mind completely and not even at 5cm) so I got an epidural. The anesthesiologist was great and within minutes of him placing the line I was feeling lucid again. I could still feel every contraction (and had to breathe through some of the bigger ones), but I no longer felt like I was going insane.
As the contractions got more intense, the baby wasn't handling them well and I was put on oxygen. It actually helped that I had to breathe through the contractions, because inhaling the oxygen deeply kept the baby's heart rate rock solid.
For one reason or another, my temperature started spiking and because my fluid had been ruptured for so long they had to treat me for an infection. This was a pretty huge bummer, because it meant that the baby would have to go to the NICU for observation rather than come up to room with us after the delivery.
As that information sunk in, I started to lose it. I started feeling like we were circling towards inevitable c-section, and really started fearing for the health of our baby. It seemed like every time the nurse came in, something new was going wrong. High temperature, high blood pressure, baby wasn't handling contractions well again. There was a shift change and the new midwife wasn't very communicative, which left me feeling frustrated and scared. Thankfully our nurse was AMAZING and was on top of everything, and did a really good job of explaining the things the midwife didn't bother to. She and our doula managed to get me to a point of feeling at least OK, if not great.
After that low, things started turning around. My temperature dropped, and we found a position where the baby tolerated the contractions just fine. They even managed to get me into a sit-squat position where gravity could bring the baby down, which I thought was pretty impressive given the epidural. I got to 10 cm, and they said I could start pushing whenever I felt the urge, but I had this really intense back pain and I wanted to rest a bit before the Big Push, which I figured might take a while.
Unfortunately the back pain just got worse and worse, no matter what. It was strong enough that I had to use a lot of natural labor techniques during contractions, and my husband's poor arms were shaking with exhaustion from doing so much counter pressure. After about an hour which was not at all restful, they suggested I just try pushing for a bit.
The second I started pushing, the back pain was GONE. It wasn't muscle fatigue, it was the baby pressing on down on her way out the door. Pushing felt GREAT, which is to say it was still really hard work, but oh my god not having that back pain was AMAZING. I got her out in four contractions, which in retrospect was actually a little faster than I probably should have gone, but I was just so excited. I couldn't believe it was actually happening and going so well.
It could have been a really awful experience, but our doula and some amazing nurses made it really pleasant. I don't regret a single decision we made.