I don’t really remember who was milling around when my catheter was placed. Once I’d had the spinal block done they quickly got me onto the table and put up the drape so I could only see my DH, the anaesthetist, the midwife there for me and the lovely junior doctor who had asked to be there because she had been looking after me for 4 weeks while I was on the prenatal ward on bed rest. In addition there was a midwife and two paediatricians waiting for DS because he was prem and my medical problems had necessitated his early arrival.
Then there was the obstetrician and her assistant, a scrub nurse and the senior charge nurse in charge of the theatre and a further anaesthetist and their technician. I seem to remember my DH saying that he counted 12 people in the theatre at one point.
I do remember a lot of laughing when DS attempted to shove his arms back in. He was breach so was delivered legs first. Then a round of applause when he started to cry which felt like hours after he was delivered.
So yes it felt very much like being the main act at the theatre and all to a soundtrack
of Robbie Williams “Swing when you’re winning” DS arrived midway through “Mr Bojangles”.
There was a lot of background chatter, the anaesthetist lives in our village so her and my DH were exchanging gossip. The junior doctor who’d followed my progress was describing what was going on. At one point there was a bit of a sing a long. I think, as in my job ( dentist) they read the room and react accordingly. I was relaxed and joking and had chosen a popular sound track. They were aware of my medical background and that I’d had a pretty rough pregnancy so was relieved that we’d got to the end in one piece.
The only time there was any drama was when the charge nurse had a hissy fit with the consultant anaesthetist because she hadn’t written me up for morphine post op. This was my decision because it can make me projectile vomit. Eventually they convinced me. I reluctantly had one dose, although didn’t really need it.
My enduring memory was of my DH sat cradling DS on his knees quietly introducing himself to his brand new son. I found a small statue of the exact pose some years later which I cherish.
In answer to your question the whole process of childbirth is cringingly undignified when you are anticipating it. Once in the middle of it all you really couldn’t give a shit. The end goal is a healthy baby and a quick recovery. Like childbirth, a c section becomes a distant memory as you navigate motherhood.