This whole thing of not wanting to frightening the first timers (which I'm guilty of myself, I guess) led me to refusing pain relief for way too long the first time round. I was scared stiff of "the cascade of intervention", so I screamed my head off during contractions, but stubbornly even refused the cocodamol at first. Both midwife and husband had to work quite hard on me.
As it was, I ended up with a CS, and there's no way she'd have come out any other way. My coccyx was bruised and painful for weeks, despite never even having dilated further than 2 cms.
Once I agreed to the CS, which was the thing I feared most during pregnancy, the experience became much better. The drip came off, the meptid had kicked in, and the fetal heart rate stabilised more, so I stopped being so scared.
When I went to hospital, I was expecting the full birthing ball whale music, sneeze it out on a whiff of g&a. Afterwards I knew better. And I insisted on a CS no matter what for No 2.
If anything, having experienced an attempt at VB left me scared of trying that again, worse than I ever was scared of the interventions first time round.
I just wish there weren't so many myths, which build up expectations and leave women scared and/or feeling like failures.