My first two were born 13 months apart in Simpsons in Edinburgh. The first was in 1983, and I had to battle for my husband to be 'allowed' to see the ultrasound scan. She was 10 days 'overdue' (all my 4 babies were 'late' , so I don't think she really was overdue, I just had a long cycle) so I was brought in in the evening for an induction of labour next day. A nurse came to shave me and I said I didn't want that. She said she had to or she'd get into terrible trouble with the sister,but she would just do my perineum. I was given a suppository, but never having had one before, immediately needed to go to the toilet and passed it out. A vigorous internal probably broke my waters and started labour but I didn't recognise it as such. I thought I'd peed myself so spent the night back and forward to the toilet. Next day a very young nurse swabbed the area with scalding water. 'OK I'll use as little as I can,' she said. Then a very young doctor attempted to break my waters but had great difficulty, possibly because the membranes had already been broken the previous evening. He succeeded in cutting my cervix though. You're not supposed to have nerve endings in your cervix. I do! Then although I thought I was having mild contractions they hooked me up to a syntocinon drip. Then my husband was allowed in. Later they asked if I wanted pethidine. I asked how much longer labour was likely to last. Could be ages they said. So I had the pethidine. Never again! I couldn't keep my eyes open and felt completely out of control. The baby was born just over an hour later and thanks to the pethidine was really sleepy. I had an episiotomy, sewn up far too tight by the same doctor who botched the ARM. I stayed in for 5 days and was given Guinness every day.
Fast forward to 1984, baby 2, husband encouraged to come to everything, went into labour at home, excruciating car journey to Simpsons, baby born 80 minutes after arrival in hospital. Stayed in for 4 days.
Baby 3, 1986, student midwife pulled on the cord in 3rd stage, causing heavier bleeding so stayed in for 3 days, and then discharged myself. No Guinness!
1990, baby 4 at the new (then) Borders General hospital. Great midwives but awful consultant. Told me as this was baby 4, I'd obviously want to be sterilised and he could do it 'while you're in anyway having the baby'. I said IF sterilisation was being considered, then my husband would be the one who would take that step. 'You wouldn't want to do that,' said the old codger. 'He's the breadwinner, you know.' When I went in to be induced, he would not examine me with my husband in the room. In advanced labour when he appeared at the door, I shouted (well you're allowed some licence in labour) 'Get him out of here!' The midwives were amused. He disappeared quick smart and thank goodness! Baby was born at 10pm, I went home next morning.