No way is your milk crappy Purple. You just have a highly tuned young un who thought she'd start the ball rolling on giving you plenty of stories to embarrass her with in years to come :)
I found the birth pretty stressful - was freakishly calm in the moment but as time went on, things started to come back to me in bits. I was confused and very much blamed myself for needing assistance - in part due to some careless comments by the only men I encountered along the way!
Was good to find out that I was pushing for over 90 minutes before H's heartbeat started showing stress, and to find put he was halfway through the pelvis when he got stuck, for example.
The midwife was able to show me evidence that I hadn't failed and generally reassured me that it was just one of those things. The leading theory is that, even though he was only 7.14 with an average head, he may have been on the big side for me (I'm fairly petite).
So it was nice to get the facts and ot was nice to be able to talk it through - and be listened to.
The admission that 'there must have been a breakdown in communication' when I was taken to recovery also helped me forgive DP. I hadn't realised that I was still a bit mad at him for going home (even though I said ok) and leaving me with a naked baby, unable to move my legs, trying to dress him on no sleep in a post pethidine haze.
Turns out that a midwife should have dressed baby (or encouraged DP to), got us a crib, got us tea and toast, let us know how long we'd be there for and shown us the call button etc.
They got me some squash. And then kind of abandoned us for 4 hours.
It's a really small thing, but actually it really upset me and added to the idea in my head that I'd failed and thatDP was useless.
The upshot is I have some closure now. So for me, I'm very glad I had the balls to ask for the debrief. Otherwise I might well have made things so bad in my head that I'd end up with full blown tokophobia when the time comes to have number 2.