I loved it, I loved feeling the crowning, the searing pain.
That's nice, dear.
I, OTOH, did not like it at all. I, and dare I say, most women, are not masochists who love a bit of pain.
If any other woman wants to give birth thinking she's a goddess who's doing something she was made, or designed to do, and that birth is some sort of mystical event where her spirit flows across galaxies connected to her ancestral mothers in the power of womanhood, and that the pain she feels is some sort of spiritual beautiful astral celestial magical sensation or some other sentimental/misogynistic bullshit, that's up to her.
The rest of us are simply females in pain, and as such, we fucking deserve pain relief in labour as we would in renal colic, a broken limb, or appendicitis.
Adequate pain relief was denied to me. Years on, I still remember everything. I was scared, in pain, and NOT in control of my own labour. I have no intention of ever getting over it because it was the worst experience of my life. Pain is not a good thing. That's why it's unpleasant. And no amount of whalesong, candles and hypnobirthing can change that. But pain relief can.
You can suffer all you want if that's your thing - whatever floats your boat, but don't tell others that they're somehow wrong for not enjoying the fucking agony of childbirth. I'd much rather take the epidural with all the risks attached (because I have the capacity to make this decision, a woman, even a pregnant one, is capable of these things), than suffer.
Anyway, as a non-masochist I won't ever have another child, so it doesn't matter.