What was your experience of childbirth ?

Crikey! Some awful and traumatic experiences related. Sympathies to you all Women are tough!
My first daughter was born in 1971. From late pregnancy I was aware that something wasn't normal but never clear what. My blood pressure was high, I think. Had to give birth in a hospital instead of the maternity unit. Was induced and had a long labour, but pain and care managed well. They were on the point of taking me for a c-section, I was aware of some panic when a lovely, calm and competent Indian lady doctor wearing a sari came on duty. She used forceps - again pain managed well but I couldn't breathe properly and had to be given oxygen. Dear baby came facing the wrong way with the cord round her neck. Both of us had been in distress. However, she recovered quickly and was alert from the start. THEN 1970s think came into play. It was the received wisdom of the day to separate babies who had had difficult births from their mothers and cot nurse them for 24 hours. The doctor who had delivered her came onto the ward next day to see me, and when she asked me how I was feeling I burst into tears, and she insisted that they bring my baby and let her be by my side. I was allowed to pick her up later that day.
My second daughter was just about born in a hospital delivery unit and not on a trolley. She came early but healthy after an easy labour, but they did an episiotomy and left me for ages before a weary doctor came to stitch me up. The pain relief had worn off! I will say no more.

1985. Brand new maternity unit at renowned university teaching hospital. On admission in labour, older midwife commented that my pelvic opening was very narrow. Given epidural. 23 hours later after being told off in no uncertain terms by a male doctor for pushes being inadequate, two young and clearly not confident midwives experimenting with drugs to increase contractions and epidural having worn off, female doctor renewed epidural and ordered immediate c-section as baby was in distress. Baby’s head had come down into birth canal, shoulders too wide to pass. Subsequent X-ray showed I was unlikely to be able to give birth naturally. I was astounded that this had only ever been picked up by the midwife I saw on admission, and either not noted down or ignored. My baby was very fortunate to survive with no ill effects.

How fascinating to hear how times have changed. Good for you for fostering !

So sad reading some of your experiences.

There was a TV series hosted by Claire Rayner about childbirth and I remember watching that. I also read lots of magazines and books about childbirth. I even asked my mum about her experiences. All she said was don't worry once you have your baby you will forget the worst bits.

I was 22 when I had my first. I was terrified by everything that happened. I was in a small maternity unit staffed by midwives. There were no doctors on site just a rota of local GPs who came in to do the anti natal clinic and stitches when required. Any problems would have meant a blue light to the main teaching hospital.

I arrived in labour and was told they were very busy and just sit on a hair and wait. But I couldn't sit down. They ordered DH into a room with other dads. In the end a very elderly (about 60 maybe!) ordered me into a tiny room with a bath and a bed and told me to undress completely. She was quite rough when she examined me and seemed quite annoyed with me. There was no time for an enema, shave or bath so I put a nightie on and followed the midwife to one of the delivery rooms. She didn't care that I could barely walk. Another midwife was already there and she was really kind and helped me up onto the bed. I will never forget that wonderful little midwife with the lovely Scottish accent. She calmed me down and convinced me I could do it! Well I did do it and DS1 was born. We stayed in the maternity home for a week with the first. It was quite regimented but they staff made sure we could look after our babies and I got breast feeding established. The staff were fantastic and even the very old school midwife who I first saw had her softer side.

I had DC2 and 3 in the same maternity home and met my Scottish midwife again. She had six grown up children of her own.

My youngest three were born at the local teaching hospital. By then it was the only place available because all the small maternity units had been closed. It was suggested I go for a home birth with one, but I'm not that brave.

All of my births were straight forward. I know I was very fortunate.

Four babies all born at home in the 1990s. No pain relief (my decision) no stitches. Three born in London, one in N Ireland. Only midwife care. Four of the best days of my life. Husband and then other children present throughout. Number 2 watched numbet 3 being born.
PS My dad was present at my birth in the mid 60s. Fought his way in after clearing it with a consultant. Always proud felt very proud of him for that.

My first was very reluctant. Turned out she was breech, which was the weirdest sensation as she turned. I was told to come to the hospital 1st August 1972 for the birth to be induced. 2 days of contractions later and she finally arrived. The doc announced had they have known she was going to be so big, I would have had a C section! My undercarriage felt like someone with hob-nailed boots had been putting pressure on that delicate area. It was about a week before I could sit up. I had great difficulty with breast feeding, but one mid-wife managed to help her to latch on. My 2nd birth was much easier, thank goodness.

I was ill through my first 3 pregnancies so in out of pre natal. Eldest son, in 1985, was 6 and a half hours, 8lb baby. No walk in the park but OK.

2nd 2 years later in 1987. I threatened to miscarry, give birth early so on bed rest as well as same health issues. Only daughter she was born in 2 and a half hours. Didn't know I was in labour. I was on pre natal. The nurse told me I was. Chronic backache was all I had. Labour, last stage, was over in 10 minutes and like bad constipation. She was 8lb.

Then I had my 3rd, 2 years later. He was my worst. It was horrendous. They told me no more after him. Even though he was only 2 hours and 50 minutes major back story with him. He was 9lb.

I did have my 4th 7 years later. I was terrified with what had happened before. I wasn't well in that pregnancy either. 4 and a half hours all together. He was 8lb. No major problem's

Me too, Vintagenonna. I asked not to be told until Gdc1 had arrived safely - would have been in a terrible tizz otherwise. Dd had a very difficult first labour - baby back to back - and although the midwives were aware (she was in the MW unit) the wretched MWs didn’t make her aware of the difficulties, and that she could have had help and avoided many hours of pain, not to mention damage, if they’d just sent her downstairs to the obstetric unit rather earlier.

When she asked them later why not, they said, ‘Oh, we thought you wanted to do it yourself.’ I’m still mad about that.

Thank goodness her 2 subsequent labours were infinitely easier.

I agree.

I should add that this was in the early 70s.

First child - wakened up with a lost cold so stayed in bed. Developed back ache and began to realise that what I thought was discomfort from wind kept coming on at regular intervals. Our car was in for service (I was 10 days early) so my husband had to use a work car to get me to the maternity home. A very old house with a romantic history. I was examined on a mattress on a door pulled down over the bath and told I was in labour. Into delivery room, had my waters broken and within 3 hours we had a lovely daughter. Felt like I could've walked into town afterwards, I was so high on adrenaline.
Second child - waters went in the middle of the night and again the car was in for service (1 week early this time). Taxi to nearest big hospital and things moved fast, however staff thought they knew better and our son was almost born on a trolley in the corridor en route to delivery room.
I was so lucky with the births and they made up for lousy pregnancies - 8 months of sickness - yuk.

Do we really want to hear about other people’s sometimes horrific and sometimes traumatic experiences with childbirth.

I certainly don’t, so I won’t continue to read any more.

P.s. even the good ones, I don’t want to know about.

That’s an interesting story Floradora9. How lovely to have helped those new babies. After having my first born, I asked to see the placenta. I was fascinated at what had kept my baby alive all that time. There was no Google then and I had no idea. The midwife was coarse and refused, asking if I also ‘wanted to bring it home to make the gravy with on Sunday’. Wouldn’t get away with that today, thankfully. With my second baby five on, that was not a nice experience due to the nurse in charge who was absolutely awful to everybody. I didn’t get ‘into trouble’ with her as I think she recognised I lived in the same street as her, but she left plenty of the new mums in tears. I was placed in the bed next to the toilets, consequently when we got home, both me and my beautiful baby and everything in my case absolutely reeked of cigarettes, including my baby’s hair. It was really vile ?

I was lucky as all my three were born overseas so I had private care - obstetrician for all the care (he didn't get paid if he wasn't at the birth!) - and all 3 labours were straight forward. I stayed in 7 days with DD but only 3 or 4 with both DSs. I was also fortunate to have help at home (normal in Hong Kong) which made things a lot easier.

First son in 1981 labour 22 hours then they sent husband home 15 minutes before baby arrived, he was sleeping in carpark. They took son away for four hours to nursery after and didn't let me hold him, stitched me without any anaesthetic, didn't show me how to breatsfeed, (son nearly died at 6 weeks apparently I'd no milk but as health visitor never came I had no idea! ) Second son q1983 different story , I refused to be sent home as I knew exactly when he was due! 5hoirs labour , I called the shots from the outset.
Fast forward 41 years and it has dawned on e that the reason for our appalling treatment wa down to us having a foreign name!! Staff took the piss constantly about my name and were generally very rude to both me and ex.on first visiting time they told him he had to sit on an empty waiting room until called and he nearly missed visiting altogether! And they refused entry altogether to my German mum in law! Saying immediate family only!!!!Absolutely disgusting people. I'm ohso glad I found my substantial voice by time #2son came along and took NO crap from any of them!! Best thing about both? A midwife from Dominica who took control of both actual birthing and smuggled some ice cream for me during labour as they'd starved me all day with #1baby telling me it could mean I could have a seizure and die and baby at risk too if I ate anything!!! Utter crap! I have nil respect for racist staff no matter how qualified they think they are! They ruined what should have been two perfectly normal events and joyous o occasions

!st son, 2 weeks late, had to be induced, horrible procedure. needed loads of stitches, home after 24 hours because i was a nursery nurse and had worked at that hospital so the staff knew me. 2nd child, a daughter, waters broke and out she popped a few hours later, no drama at all, home the next day. 3rd child, a son, slow labour over a few days, but wasn't aware, shoulder got stuck because he was 10 1/2 pound, home later that day

Number 1: under GA as I had toxaemia, born at 34 weeks

Number 2: already in hospital, under observation. First twin born in front of lift, no labour just needed to push. Born at 36 weeks. Twin had previously died but delivered without difficulty.however needed transfusion

Number 3,: 4 contractions and she was born. I was alone, didn't deliver placenta so needed transfusion

These stories are all very interesting and it almost seems as if the straightforward, normal deliveries are more unusual than the difficult experiences of childbirth so many of us seem to have had. Women must be made of strong stuff as it is still fairly unusual to have only one child. Or perhaps the rest of us are going for hope over experience.

I had three 'normal' deliveries. First I was given too much pethidine and don't remember the actual delivery. Second was text-book but baby suddenly taken away 'to weigh'; informed half an hour later she was in an incubator and struggling to breathe*. Third turned up a bit fast so born at home with the midwife and a couple of paramedics in attendance and it was a fabulous experience. Daughter [2]* made a full recovery and I am blessed with three healthy, if annoying on occasion, kids who have so far provided me with four grandchildren.

But can I honestly say that the MOST traumatic childbirths I have experienced have been those of my two daughters; nothing prepared me for grinning at people and saying 'yes, isn't it wonderful, I'll be a grandma soon/again' when all I was feeling was "please, God, please bring my child safely through this."

DS was born in a midwife led unit in a local hospital. It was long and painful and I gagged at the gas and air mask, so I think I had a shot of pethidine, which had worn off by the time I gave birth. I think the only reason he finally arrived was because the midwives were getting ready to ship me 10 miles down the road to Leeds General. Then there was the long wait for the GP to come and stitch me up. I only had the one baby.

1947. Was sick for whole nine months. No health service or antenatal until last month. She was face presentation so had full anaesthetic. Was in hospital for ten days. Bill for 6 guineas.
My son twenty months later was completely different. Went from seven and half stone to eleven stone. No labour pains he just slid out. Even so was hospitalised for ten days. NHS.

I was 21 with first son. He was one month early but a fairly easy normal birth. He spent a couple of days in an incubator. Daughter was a breech birth she was bottom first and I had an epidural. Now I’d be taken straight for a caesarean. Son number two was two hours start to finish but I haemorrhaged as his hand was at the side of his face during delivery. Each one was very different.

After the first, I suffered post partum haemorrhaging while still in hospital. All they did was massage my abdomen. It happened again two weeks later, just after baby got home, though I hadn’t been feeling too well. GP gave me pills to contract the uterus to empty it of placenta. After two more haemorrhages, he finally had me admitted. I needed a blood transfusion, and intravenous antibiotics and was kept in hospital for a week ‘ for the sake of my future health ‘, I was told. My GP admitted later that he was concerned when he saw me before I was sent to hospital. All as a result of the placenta not being completely removed. I heard one doctor telling another that there was ‘ a fair bit ‘ left. The consequences could have been serious. We didn’t complain in those days!

Horrible experience, first born in hospital and was due 30th January but actually born end of March. Periods were so irregular I could only give them the last date.
Induced birth and posterior presentation, multi stitches and I burst the blood vessels in my eyes which they told me was my own fault because I wasn't pushing properly.
Second baby born at home, another posterior presentation, they had assured me it would not happen again, 24 hours in labour and a 9lb baby. I had to wait nine hours for a doctor to come and stitch me, all such a mess. I decided on that day there would be no more babies as DH would not stay in the room with me even though the nurses were happy for him to be with me.

I felt cheated because all three were in the special baby unit after birth, so I never had the experience of holding them after birth, only worry. After the first, in the early seventies, there was no entry to the special unit, we only got to see the baby through a window. I had never held her until she was allowed home at three weeks. The second was only in a few days until we were told about the congenital abnormality that was present. By the time the third one arrived, the parents were actually allowed into the special unit. She was also in for almost three weeks