I had one of those births that I had dreaded before the Big Day. My main 'aim' pre-birth was to stay at home until I was having contractions 3 minutes apart. I really, really wanted this. I had a dream of being in a dimly lit room with dh there if I needed, totally private to get on with it until I absolutely had to go to the hospital.
In the event, I was 13 days overdue with a baby with a predicted birthweight of 10lbs, I had a back-to-back baby and I had to be induced. All the things I'd been afraid of. I sat in the driveway before we went to the hospital telling dh that I'd changed my mind, we were just going to sit at home and my baby would just have to come out ON MY TERMS, Goddamnit!
Anyway, it was fine. It took about 18-20 hours, I did about a third of that without heavy duty pain relief and then opted for the epidural in good time as I knew that because of the situation, I couldn't really have the things I needed to cope without analgesia (my nice quiet dark room, movement etc). I didn't even know that I'd need the epidural until the day..
But you know it was never really painful. I mean, it was, but it was just so unlike any other pain I'd had before in the way it builds up and then subsides. In between the contractions, even if they're bad, it was (for me) just gone. You know when they say you forget the pain after childbirth? Well I forgot it between contractions.
I had a very medical birth and an emergency trial of forceps where I was prepped for section.. but despite all that, it was still a beautiful birth. And what you can't know now, no matter who you speak to or what you read, is that those movements inside you are more than a dream of a baby, they are a real live person that you would endure any amount of pain in the world for.
I will never forget being wheeled away from theatre after the delivery. I'd kind of been in shock during the forceps/stitches, I was shaking uncontrollably (a side effect of the spinal block), and though I was aware of my dh beside me talking to a screaming infant and I touched him with my finger, I hadn't seen his face full on, nor had I held him. On the gurney on the way back to our delivery suite, they put him - in a towel - alongside me, kind of under my arm.. but I still couldn't see his face. In that corridor, I put my hand down to his feet and he kicked me.. and his kick felt just the same on the outside as it had when he was inside me, and for the first time I knew this was my baby.
Anything would be worth that first moment of recognition.