This resonates with me. After about 40hrs of labour, I begged for an epidural, and the c section that I'd asked for several times. I was nearly two weeks overdue, had had my waters broken for me, and 40hrs in, I still hadn't got to 10cm. The two males doctors were very, very slow to provide the epidural, and wanted to have a long conversation with me first whilst I was screaming in agony.
Once it was administered, they basically patted me on the shoulder and told me "it wouldn't be long now".
Another 5 hrs later I had an augmentation (like the induction drugs). Another 5hrs later I was ready to push, but by that time I was just done for and just couldn't get anywhere.
Thankfully, by then the surgical team had changed, and it was now staffed entirely by women. They whipped me straight into theatre after 52 hours of labour, but it was too late for c section, meaning episiotomy and forceps that have left me with life long damage.
In my birth debrief, the consultant raved about one of the male doctors. "Such a good communicator." apparently. It was clear from reading through my birth notes that baby was large, stuck, and not positioned correctly to descend. I had no chance. The best I got was "we're sorry. In your case, we got it wrong."
I'm never having another child.