When I worked as a nursing auxiliary in Glasgow Royal Maternity hospital during student vacations in 1969 and 1971 the mantra was “OBE” - oil (castor oil), bath (as hot a possible) and enema (old-fashioned way, via what seemed like a mile of rubber tubing). In spite of seeing the results of that, I still had children! I had an enema with DD1 in 1975 and it was misery - up until then I’d been coping fairly well using my relaxation breathing. With DD3 I decided to use a suppository at home to avoid an enema and having been to the loo I thought I was ok to get DH to drive me to the hospital 10 miles away. By the time we got to the outskirts of town I was in urgent need of the loo. In desperation I begged DH not to stop for anything and he risked going through a red traffic light (it was about 2am) for the first and, so far as I know, only time in his life. I just made it to the ground floor public loos. The midwife, looking out from the first floor, noted my arrival 😂