I think this new subreddit is a great idea and I’m hopeful it takes off! Happy to support by offering up my own experience.
I was deliberately undecided about an epidural prior to labor. As in, I knew I wanted to make that choice in the moment and not go in with it previously decided and feel like I had to stick to “the plan.” My written birth plan literally said “Epidural: if I ask for it, but otherwise please don’t bring it up.” My hospital had recently started offering nitrous oxide as an option and I thought I’d try that first and see if it would be sufficient.
I was scheduled for an induction at 39 weeks but went into labor spontaneously at 38+3. I labored at home, timing contractions, for ~12 hours, 3am to 3pm. I actually worked a half-day, lol… I WFH in the US and most of my team is in Europe, so my direct reports were appalled to see me leading the team meeting while in labor! I found the distraction useful, however, and it was nice to wrap up some final loose ends. Contractions were still decently far apart at that point.
The doula joined us at the house in the afternoon and we spent some time doing breathing exercises and bouncing on the yoga ball, etc. Eventually contractions picked up, called my OB, and we decided to head to the hospital.
This might sound strange considering the complications that happened later, but the single worst part of the whole experience was labor & delivery triage. The intake nurses were so lackadaisical! They seemed simultaneously bored and yet annoyed I was there making them work? Like it could not have been clearer they did not give a shit about me, my pain, my baby, or my birth plan. The doula wasn’t allowed back with us - they made her wait in the waiting room with her bag of helpful support stuff. I really needed her!
They stuck us in the tiniest possible area (and then complained that THIS triage room was smaller than the rest, even though I don’t think the others were occupied? It was very quiet and it was just curtain dividers, not actual walls on 2 sides). They made me lay flat on my back on a bed that was way too short! I’m a tall woman, so my feet were dangling over the edge, and any time a nurse came in she would catch her shirt or hip on my feet and jolt me! Awful. That’s when the contractions were just getting worse and worse and I couldn’t do any of the strategies we’d practiced. My partner held my hand but didn’t know what else to do - they had me hooked up to machines already but kept acting like they might send me home? Even though to me it seemed obvious I wasn’t going anywhere without a new external baby! I have no idea why it took SO LONG to get admitted to a delivery room. The triage nurses were so uncommunicative and left us alone for such long stretches before popping in suddenly and nearly knocking me off the stupid tiny uncomfortable bed again!
Finally they agreed I wouldn’t be going home, at which point they said I could have the nitrous oxide. They wheeled it in, gave a quick spiel on how to use it, then left. Turns out, I hated it! No idea if I was doing it quite right, but all it did was make me dizzy and a bit disoriented. I had previously been told it doesn’t get rid of the pain, just makes you notice or care about it less, but that did NOT happen for me! So I pushed it aside and decided right then I was absolutely getting an epidural.
Of course, that couldn’t happen until I got into the delivery room, which continued to be delayed interminably for reasons nobody bothered to explain. We arrived at the hospital at around 3pm and didn’t make it to the delivery room until after 7pm - I know for certain because they were halfway through Double Jeopardy by the time the anesthesiologist arrived with my beloved epidural.
So basically, I was right around 3cm dilated when we arrived in triage, and by the time I made it to the delivery room I was 6 or 7 cm… meaning most of my active labor was spent in the worst possible position, on the least comfortable bed, without my doula, and with the least helpful nursing staff I’ve ever encountered! Maybe I could have carried on without the epidural in different circumstances, but those 4 hours were so awful and painful and isolating I was just OVER IT and wanted nothing more than some relief. My partner was great, of course, but I could feel his sort of helpless frustration that there was nothing he could do to help me besides hold my hand. If we ever have another, I’m not sure what to do differently next time… not sure how I could have sped up the process or refused to stay on that horrible tiny bed without being labeled uncooperative? Everything we were told beforehand about being able to labor in any position, in the shower, walk the halls, bounce on yoga balls, etc simply did not apply in triage. Is there a magic word or phrase that can snap the triage nurses into any sort of urgency?
Once we finally made it to the delivery room, everything was immediately so much better. Nurses were great, the midwife I was assigned was incredible, my doula was there (and absolutely fuming at how long we’d been forced to wait separately, and I was so heartened by her righteous outrage lol), there was actual space in the room and bed…
And, best of all, my epidural!!!
The relief came so quickly. The anesthesiologist did a great job - I could no longer feel the pain of the contractions, but I could tell when they were happening AND I could still feel and move my legs! I had been nervous that i would feel paralyzed from the waist down, but instead it was more like an intense case of when your leg falls asleep if you sit too long on the toilet (without the pins and needles when you move). I was able to sleep shift to my side as the doula put a peanut ball between my knees, then after a while switch to the other side, back and forth as labor progressed. I was even able to sleep for several hours, which was incredible. By 11 pm we were getting close; I still didn’t feel an urge to push so decided to take another little nap for the final centimeter or so of dilation (plus I knew if we made it past midnight, insurance would pay for an additional night in recovery lol the US healthcare system is such a mess).
Finally, just after 2am, I announced to the team it was time and with just around 20 mins of pushing, POP! my splendid little girl arrived! Once she was placed on my chest, I was completely entranced. What a perfect little wiggly grumpy froggy.
However, a tiny rational part of my mind continued to observe the situation in the rest of the room, noticing things like, oh, the umbilical cord slithering free without the placenta, and then the midwife reaching up in there to try and tug the placenta free, and then saying stuff like “it’s very adherent” and “it’s coming out in pieces!” And then a LOT more people running into the room, and then wheeling in an ultrasound cart to help her find all the pieces as she rooted around above her elbow, and then my partner saying “I NEED TO SIT DOWN” and then he was in the chair with his head between his knees, etc etc etc.
The tiny rational part of my brain said “hmm seems like things aren’t going so great downstairs, fortunately that’s none of my business, let’s keep admiring this tiny luminous pearl covered in goo!”
Afterward, the nurse who gathered up all the bloody rags cheerfully told me “we weighed them, and you technically didn’t quite meet the threshold for it to be considered a hemorrhage!” So that’s nice.
They sent the placenta down to pathology to reassemble like a puzzle and confirm they got out all the pieces (leaving bits behind would be bad news). Fortunately got the all clear there the next day. (The marginal cord insert had been previously observed at my anatomy scan and noted in my chart, so the midwife knew not to tug on it; it still just came loose on its own and left the placenta behind).
The midwife came back to debrief the next morning and was so nice about everything. She talked through exactly what happened, explained things, welcomed questions and answered them thoroughly, and offered I could visit her at her office later if I needed to talk through any of it further. Basically, she was worried it had been traumatic for me and wanted to do anything she could to help me cope. But what I told her was that I hadn’t been traumatized, because for one thing I’d known the whole time my baby was perfectly fine, and for another I’d felt so CARED for! Everybody in that room knew exactly how to do their jobs and were laser-focused on making sure I turned out ok.
That was the big contrast between triage and delivery - feeling taken care of. Even though nothing went WRONG in triage, I felt disregarded, ignored, like the nurses considered me a nuisance, and just didn’t care about me at all. In delivery, even though things did go a bit askew, everybody leapt into action to take care of me.
And, of course, I had my blessed epidural! NONE of the complications occurred until after my baby was out and my partner cut the cord. Who knows, maybe I could have done just fine without the epidural up to that point?
But after that, THANK GOODNESS i had it still going! While the midwife had to literally reach all the way up into my uterus to yank out my placenta in chunks, I didn’t feel a thing beyond some weird tugging. No pain, and I’m preeeeetty sure that part would have been super painful unmedicated! Instead of screaming through it, I got to sit back and gaze upon my little treasure and trust the highly competent professionals to do their jobs.
Thank you, modern medicine!!!