dd was back to back with me, so no rest between contractions at all. dh was trying to time them and i couldn't tell where one stopped and the next started...just constant pain, for 27 hours.
the amount of water was a surprise to me. it just poured and poured and poured. i remember in the lift at the hospital being mortified that i had yet again leaked right through 2 pads, knickers and trousers and it was pouring onto the floor.
that the urge to push is totally overwhelming. i said to mw..'ooooh it's making me push' and she just said that's ok, do what your body wants to do.' she was fab.
that you might not be so distracted by the joy of your new baby that you won't notice the aftermath, ie placenta going, stitches etc. i needed more gas and air for that bit.
that you can be incredibly weak afterwards, so weak your baby seems to weigh 10 tons. i was expecting this amazing joy etc, but what i actually felt was frickin knackered.
that for the next day you can have the most incredibly sore throat and jaw, more sore than your fanjo in my case (!!) from grunting and clamping on the gas and air nozzle. i remember family and friends saying, how are you recovering, are you comfy enough etc, and i was thinking i'm absolutely fine down there, not even THAT much blood, but my blummin' throat is killing!!
that for a while you forget you can bend normally and lie on your front.