I presented to the hospital with an early labour rupture of membranes, I had a very light mec staining (old) so was accosted by the obstetrian on shift and told that if I refused an induction my baby would die so I did as I was told. I had a 20hr induction. Hypertonic contractions had my crumbled on a bed absolutely despising my body and my baby (I blamed us, not the shitty synthetic hormone being pumped into me). I eventually caved into an epidural then coached pushing, then an episiodemy. I looked at my baby after I'd delivered her and all I could think of was holy crap that was horrific. I had no euphoria. I just had resentment. Cool now I've gotta leave this place and become a mum. I feel so sad that my oldest child didn't get the right start in life.