I had a long labour and the first 15 hours or so were uncomfortable but not unbearable. Then I think I was so tired I don't remember much. The only thing I remember distinctly is dp, very far away in the distance, shouting at me and me wondering why he was shouting. I'd forgotten I was in labour by then and wasn't too bothered.
According to him, the midwives had finally said I could push and I was either too asleep or too drugged to understand.
Then I remember lights and clattering noise - the crash trolley - but still wasn't bothered. And then someone very insistent saying they had to stitch me up. And then waking up the following afternoon feeling like I'd been hit by a train, and a little trainee midwife who seemed to be about 14, helping me into a bath..
When other women say their birth was the most fulfilling moment of their life or even how bad it was, I feel a bit like a fraud because I can't actually remember DS being born. It all feels very remote.