Labor Induction: Never Again, Thank You!
I went into hospital at 8 in the morning and they checked my cervix, which wasn't thinned or anything. So they put in the first batch of prostaglandin gel. They left me to it and came back around 6 PM that evening and again, no progress so they put some more gel in.
On Saturday, February 9, they checked me in the morning and there was a bit of progress. I did start to feel a bit uncomfortable ... but nothing to beat the uncomfortablness of having them shove their hands in me every so often lol. By 3pm they checked me again and decided to put in the prostaglandin gel yet again and that evening I started feeling very mild contractions, but mostly it felt like constant period pain. I didnt get much sleep.
On Sunday, they took me to the delivery suite to break my waters and put in the pitocin drip. Having my waters broken was the worst ever. I screamed so bad and it made it worse to know my whole freaking family could hear me—they were standing on the delivery suite balcony outside my room. About an hour into the drip, things started to progress. I wasn't in real labor till about 1 PM.
By 2 PM, I had had the pethidine and was constantly on the gas ... loved the gas ... and then by 3 PM, they had given me an epidural and out of nowhere I was in transition. Even though the pain wasn't as bad as before, I could still feel all the pressure from wanting to push.
I pushed for 2 and a half hours before my midwife decided to get the doctor, and I was rushed to emergency to have a episiotomy and my daughter was pulled out at 7:05 PM that evening. She was born facing up and not crying ... just looking around. But the main thing was that she was healthy and a fatty fat fat =)
My midwife, on a scale of 1-10, was literally a 3. She was rude toward my partner and his mum (I suspected cos they are black) and she was not helpful or kind to me at all. She basically stood on the sidelines throughout my whole ordeal and lied to me continuously about my progress. For example, I asked at one point if the head was there, she said no, but my mum and mum-in-law told me that it was. Then the midwife put her hand in me at one point to check the position of the head, pulled her hand out quickly and she ran to the sink to wash her hands. Her nails were LONG and painted red. My daughter was born with a small hole on her forehead. ...
It was a very unpleasant experience, but like any mother, I would do it all again if I had to just to have my daughter in my life =)
I'm now pregnant with #2, due in 7 weeks and going to be having her in a different hospital. Mind you, the hospital where I had my first girl IS the best in the Southern Hemisphere for women and babies. Everyone was really nice except for the midwife assigned to my labor.
I would never want to be induced again. I did not like being out of control, having had the epidural, so I pray for a totally natural birth this time around. Fingers crossed. =)