With DD he fainted right out, flat on the floor.
With DS I was having huge contractions (as 9 lb 4 baby out in around about an hour). I staggered naked out of the bathroom and fell to my knees making my way the bed screaming and yelling "oh my god, ahhhh, owww, help" etc etc and he shrugged his shoulders and said "what do want ME to do about it?".
I told him to "get a f-ing midwife", and shortly thereafter the endorphines kicked in and all subsequent memories are inside my own head (I hope someone knows what I mean by that - I can remember what i was thinking but that's about it).
He swears blind that this was a moment of crapness and thereafter he was amazing. Though how he was amazing from the businees end of the bed I dont know.
Has anyone else's husband been this shit at childbirth? He avoided all manuals like the plague beforehand (just reading the page on shagging). I should add that apart from that he's a great husband and a lovely bloke.