It’s definitely not the easy way out. I’m not too posh to push by any means, but it was my choice and this is why.
I was in labour for 72 hours with Lenny. I convinced myself the level of pain was normal, and reassured myself that millions of women had done this before me and it was worth it in the end.
It got to the Sunday lunchtime and by this time, I was begging for an epidural. I was tired, in pain and just wanted him out. The gas and air wasn’t helping in the slightest, it was all getting a bit too much.