I was just hitting the snooze button before i had to wake my hubby up for work. I felt my baby push downward a tad, then felt a trickle. My amniotic fluid had been low, and I thought to myself "well, now we know I have a leak." Then, a second later "GUSH" and I flew out of bed hollering "It's on!", as I gushed all over the floor, LoL. Sadly, the fluid was thick with meconium, and after a few hours of my contractions not causing me to progress sufficiently, my midwife said she had to either give me pitocin or she would resign from my case (turning me over to a doctor for a probable c-section).
I ended up having at least half of the interventions I feared; pitocin, hooked up to monitors, IV, eventually a shot of nubaine because the pitocin contractions made me want to die and since I was hooked up to every contraption known to man, few of my pain coping techniques were available to me. I was very sad at my birth, but I had not researched meconium-in-the-fluid- situations at all, so I had no idea what to expect when it happened to us.