I had hoped to go UC, but had an awful hospital birth. Here's the story:
"No UC here. I try not to get bummed out about that. Didn't get the birth I wanted, but I got the baby I wanted more than anything. (I hope I'm not letting anyone down by not sticking with a UC, I still wish my circumstances had been right for it, and think it is a valid option for the people that can pursue it).
Here's the low-down: Had early labor from noon until 11 pm on Monday. I had been getting contractions every 5 minutes for a few hours, but they were only 30 seconds long. At 11 pm I decided to stop using the tub as pain relief because I wanted to move things along. As soon as I got out the contractions started coming one on top of the other. After a little over an hour of this I was in tears because I was so thirsty but literally didn't have a spare second to sip water "in between" contractions. So DH called our doula who came over and checked me- she immediately realized I was at 8 cm and pulled her hand out, scared to death she might break the water and have the baby come right then and there. She and DH had me go to the hospital. I didn't want to go, and made that as clear as I could, but they literally carried me to the car because I was shaking too badly to stand. Got to the hospital, and each step to the birthing room was agony, what with the contractions and my sobbing that I wanted to go home. I didn't want to use the birthing room- too clinical, as "homey" as they try to make it. They said it was that or the OR. I made them drag all the equipment out into the hall before I would finally go in the birthing room. I let them check the fht with a doppler, the fhts were great, they had been the whole time (I rented a doppler) and stayed good the whole time. Let the Dr. check me and I was a 7 and *oops* my water broke. Yeah, right, like that was an accident! And it was meconium stained. No one was surprised, and now I knew I was the intervention roller coaster. So I said I was going home, and prepared to leave. DH had a talk with the Dr. and came to me crying (and he doesn't cry) that he would support me, but was scared-- apparently the Dr. had told him that 50 years ago all babies born with meconium staining died at birth, and it warranted serious intervention. I was furious with the Dr., but love my DH too much to put him in that position, so I agreed to stay. Not happy feelings though, as it meant I had to go by Dr.'s rules or she wouldn't touch me. This means the baby would be suctioned on the perineum, cord clamped immediately, taken to warming bed, etc. We went through the whole list of Drs. in town and knew no one else would take us either. So, I tried to resolve me feelings and just get through with this as quickly as possible: it was 2 am and my goal was to be home before dawn. But you know my labor slowed at this point; didn't get less intense, I was still definitely in transition, and stayed that way until I started pushing at 4 am. Marion was born a quarter after 5. They did put her on my chest before taking her to the warming bed, so I have that memory at least. Once on the warming bed they intubated and sucked a couple vials of pea soup from her lungs. So, yes, that would have been quite dangerous at home, I think even with a midwife. So it was probably for the best that she was born at the hospital, but I think I will always be angry at the treatment we received that WAS NOT NEEDED, KWIM? And their attitudes were very rude. We ended up staying at the hospital until 6pm yesterday, but at least DH got some sleep-- I still can't stop staring at my baby. So, bummer, I had an icky hospital birth, but I got my perfect baby. She's a ball, but it's a cruel joke to have to deal with a newborn and physical postpartum issues at the same time. I have a 1st degree tear that I wouldn't even let the Dr. stitch. The tear was her fault, she forcefully yanked DD out as soon as she got her hands on her, and DD has some pretty big shoulders, even for being 8 lbs, 13 & some oz (and 20.5 inches)."
Hmm, looking back over this, what a fog I was in! And how I was lied to! I've since looked into things and learned the truth about some things. For example, they sucked a couple Tbsp. of meconium from her stomach, not her lungs. There's no harm in having mec in the stomach! If I had it to do over again, I would leave my crying husband and go back home. I'm sorry if I sound bitter, but it burns me up, what they put me and my baby through. Women and babies deserve respect, not lies and scare tactics.
I have saved her umbilical cord stump as well. I'm glad I was there when it came off, because I'm sure my DH would have done the same thing!