I'll admit I was scared, I was induced after developing preeclampsia. Despite being promised the day before that they wouldn't do the ARM until my husband they were determined to do it NOW (luckily he arrived just before they did it) and was made to feel silly for questioning why they were doing things differently to what had been agreed the day before.
Then a doctor made me finish my birth plan. A bit pointless at that stage I felt as I clearly was not going to be encouraged to stay mobile.
Last thing I really remember before the pain turned unbearable was reading the notes and finding that they'd written that I was coping with the pain well. Then the pain suddenly escalated, turned constant and I started screaming for an epidural. I wasn't scared at that point just because there was no room for anything other than pain. As I'd said I'd prefer not to have an epidural on that sodding birth plan I was encouraged to have pethidine which just meant I was in pain and really confused. Got my epidural, turns out it's the best thing ever - except I couldn't feel when to push, nobody checked and by that point I wasn't really into verbal communication.
Episiotomy (ooh, these scissors are a bit blunt, aren't they? is not what you want to hear), third degree tear, baby not breathing properly and whisked away, then somebody checks the monitor and is all like 'look at this' and 'they can't have been contractions, she wasn't pushing', failed attempt to stitch me up, off to theatre I go.
SCBU nurse was a complete cow the next morning and I was stuck in hospital for another week and a half.
Kept reliving it all, but if you mention that you're not ok about it you get shut down with a cheery 'but the baby is fine and that's what's important'. Which of course it is, but a bit of consideration for the physical and mental wellbeing of the mother would be nice as well.
Still, I suppose if I'd just been a bit more positive about the whole thing...