Gas and air didn't do anything, diamorphine on the other hand, got me off my face!
Apparently, I repeatedly asked 'where is he?' much to the confusion of DP and the lovely midwife. When asked who 'he' was, I'd demand 'just tell me where he's gone'
When the anaesthetist attempted to give me an epidural, I was too uncomfortable to sit still or follow simple instructions, so of course it was her fault, I shouted 'it can't be that difficult to get a bloody needle in my back, they seem to manage alright on one born every minute'.
I also vommed 4 times, shit myself 5 times more than once and resembled something out of the exorcist with my eyes rolling back, hair unwashed and stuck up and swaying at the side of the bed with DP having to hold me up, given I nearly collapsed twice. Poor DP was on his feet for 16 hours.
I only had her 16 days ago, but it's definitely put me off having another for a long time.