I was determined not to have an epidural, but the diamorphine and gas and air just weren't touching the pain.
DS was back to back, and I was begging for an epidural, I actually wanted to die, the pain was that bad. The anaesthetist took an age to get to me, and when she did, she sited the epidural in the wrong place and my leg was involuntarily kicking! She tried again, but just kept hitting bone. I remember being hunched forward over the bed, in absolute agony, but telling myself that if I could just sit still for a moment, the epidural would be in, and the pain would be manageable.
She still couldn't get it in, and so declared that she was abandoning the procedure. The look on my face told DH everything he needed to know, and he begged her to give it one last go. Thankfully she did, and it went in ok.
The pain vanished, and I was able to have a much-needed rest.
Unfortunately it started a cascade of intervention, and I needed syntocin, and eventually ventuose, but I know that I physically would not have been able to cope with any more pain. I did feel DS crowning though, and needed gas and air when my episiotomy was stitched up!