First off, let me say, that I don't think my section was necessary. The official reason was failure to progress. I was a week late, when my water broke. I had been having mild contractions for a day or so before this happened. I was in the middle of doing some nipple stimulation (with a hand-pump) when, gush! Anyway, there was some meconium in the water. We called my OB, who said come in right away. In that we were an hour away from the hospital, we went.
In the car, my contractions seemed to be picking up. Katie was still riding very high in my abdomen. She had not descended in the slightest. I swear we walked two very short hallways for most of the night! It was really boring, but the contractions seemed to be getting more intense, and coming a bit quicker.
Katie had descended a little bit (not much, though), and had finally settled into what seemed like a final position. She was still squirming around a lot, but her head seemed to be staying in the same place. I was pretty tired by this time (being up all night, after spending much of the previous day pacing), so I rested for a little while. The doctor came in and announced that I had not dialated any further than I had from about an hour after I arrived.
She wanted to put me on pitocin. I said fine (big mistake).
Needless to say, the hospital had a policy that I had to have continuous monitoring if I was on pitocin. Which meant that I had to stay in bed. Which meant that the only thing that was helping in the slightest was no longer an option for me. I was also really tired, and not really in a place to argue. I spent 6 agonizing hours on pitocin, with no pain medication. I felt very strongly about that. I was adament about not wanting an epidural or anything else. I breathed, and groaned, and my husband and mother coached and applied counter-pressure. Because Katie wasn't engaged in my pelvis at all, she was twisting and turning, doing dance moves that would put Michael Jackson to shame! The nurse doing the monitoring had a really hard time keeping her heart rhythms. The little stinker!
It made them panic a couple of times. And having someone constantly pawing my belly was really aggravating! Several times I grabbed the monitor away from them and put it on the part of my belly that she was. You see, I knew she was all right! I knew she where she was and what she was doing. I just wish some one else had believed me and in me!
All of this effort was to no avail, however. I didn't progress even one lousy centimeter on the damned stuff. After 15 hours of labor the doctor said she could give me about one more hour before wanting to do a section. I talked to my husband. I felt pretty defeated and hopeless. I also didn't see where an extra hour was going to change anything. At that point I just wanted the pain to go away. I caved and about 30 minutes later, my precious daughter was born. I firmly believe that my insistance on not having pain medication was the reason she was so bright eyed and alert, getting 9's on her apgars.
In retrospect, I think the meconium was due to to her being post-dates and being a huge baby (10lb 6oz.)
I think her movements alone were a good indication that everything was all right. Also, with 20/20 hindsight I have realized a couple of things. The first was that I wasn't as prepared for labor as I thought I was. The second is that I have realized that during labor is not the time to try and argue about hospital policies. It doesn't work. It was very easy for me to become the good little patient that I had promised myself I wouldn't become! The result of these realizations is that I will be having a home-birth the next time around.
I hope this helps! Peace