No epidural, not assisted delivery - DC3 was born eith my legs in stirups. I wasn't asked, it just happened.
With hindsight when I could reflect, I was glad it happened.
During transition and without pain relief I lost my mind with panic. Every instinct for ever not if me wanted to curl into a ball until the pain stopped.
I knew I should push, I had that instinct, but flat refused. I had DH and two mw forcing my legs open because I was using all the strength I had to slam my legs shut right.
It was the action of a my legs being put (forced would be the right word, I was refusing everything) that triggered me 'giving up'
That sounds awful, like breaking one's spirit until they give up. But absolutely the right thing. In that moment I needed someone to go take charge, be decisive and authorative.
The moment my legs want into stirups and I 'gave in' (in so much as I accepted I could no longer refuse to have this bsby), I suddenly felt much more empowered. No longer was the pain controlling me. I started pushing immediately (now the battle to keep my legs shut was over) and I had the natural birth I wanted.
Conversely, the stirups helped me to feel more in control over what was happening to me, not less.