Absolutely true, tulips
My previous labour (the posterior one) was an epic - lasted for ever, very very intense once the induction drip started, hallucinations on the entonox (I think that must be fairly rare, but I wouldn't ever want to take it again myself) but then, once I started wanting to push, and got rid of the entonox and got myself up on my hands and knees and damn well pushing that baby out -
oh, it's the most wonderful wonderful experience - the power, and the way your body knows exactly what to do, and you just allow it to happen - you just stop trying to control the sensations with the mind. It's completely primitive, and it didn't hurt me AT ALL, that part, it was endorphin city. And the ring of fire - yes, it exists, there's the moment when the baby's head crowns, but even that I didn't experience as pain (and I only tore an eensy weensy bit) just, well, a ring. Of fire. A moment of recognition ("oh! THAT'S the ring of fire they all talk about!") and then a couple of easy pushes and lying back to let my child do the magical newborn crawl from tummy to breast.
And by the time the baby had latched on for the first time, moments after being born, all the hours of sloooow labour, and all the back ache and the frustration of my unread birthplan and the trauma of those hallucinations and the fact of being in a hospital bed rather than my own was gone gone gone, and all I knew was that I was drowning in a pair of small but beautiful eyes and falling deeply in love.