I have skipped to the end of a fast-moving thread.
I can't really recall the nitty gritty of either of my DCs births. Both were 'natural', both involved gas and air, one involved a very late epidural that numbed from beneath my boobs to mid pelvis, but not the 'action' area 😊.
But I couldn't care less. They were both born safely. I readily admit both in an Australian private hospital, with with my consultant obstetrician present; number 2 with him and the consultant paediatrician present...
However, I had 'a wobble' late on with DC1 regarding 'care'. The Book (American, 'What to expect when you're expecting', beloved of 'natural birth Australian midwives of that time...) stated 'You MUST have a Fantastic Relationship with your obstetrician' (otherwise your birth will haunt you forever)- made me feel my 'authoritarian' ob and I might not be on the same page; but sense prevailed: my job was to do my best; his was to deliver my baby alive and as safely as possible. He was WAY 'firmer' with me at the last stages of labour than 90% of people here would 'accept'; the bit from late labour, transition, and birth is a complete blur to me- but hey, job done, howling offspring sprung.
So, I couldn't care less that in my gas and air fuelled late labour, I have no clear memories (DH might, I haven't asked, 18 years later! 😊).
Job done. I don't go looking for memories I don't need.