I didn't even realise when they were putting the catheter in at all, nobody in the room made a fuss about it, it was only when being in the recovery ward that DP pointed out how much urine I had passed that it actually hit home that I'd had a catheter put in.
When it was removed, I could feel a lot more going on as the spinal had worn off, and it felt like spaghetti being pulled out of me, but it was fast, and my dignity was respected.
My entire C section was really dignified, bar one theater nurse who in hindsight was trying to be reassuring to me, when I told her I felt sick and anxious and she said aw, why? and I thought "because you're about to slice me open while I am wide awake", but really she was actually trying to reassure me that I was actually going to be holding my baby pretty soon.
My anesthesiologist at my pre-op seemed a bit cold, but in theater he was my knight in shining armour. He saw my panic, he nodded his head, he pressed a button and I kid you not I have never felt more relaxed in my life before or since. I can still remember his name, Piotr, almost 7 years later, and I often think about how he facilitated the most relaxing moment in what was the most significant moment of my life and wish I could thank him personally.