I had a great first birth (sarcasim).
I had an epidural, cathiter included, that caused my bp to drop dramaticlly. The nice Dr did it so that I could still feel/move my legs. Unfortunatly this means it only went down to my hips. This is all good untill it comes to the pushing. I couldn't feel a thing of the contractions but could definatlly feel the urge to push, but it never went away.
Dr was called and was going to adjust the epidural but found baby's heartbeat showed distress (not that I was told this), he decided to do a vacume extraction. There I am, legs in stirups with 2 midwives, the Dr, 2 student Dr's 2 baby drs and anethitist.
Baby was taken way pretty much straight away with breathing problems (spent 2 hours in NICU).
I'm there on the bed, legs still in the air with dr and 2 students stiching me up (2nd degree tears). Worst part was, even though I had the epidural I had to have local before they stiched, and because of the epidural it was patchy so I could feel about 1/2 of the stiches go in. Was then left on the bed hooked up to a drip (hemorage and my BP and pulse were all over the show), baby and husband were in NICU, talking to one of the student Drs that had just stiched me up (at the time didn't occur to me that it was a bit weird to be doing this).
Luckily I didn't have my stiches checked, was constantly asked if I was going to the toilet well (you get what I mean) and if they felt ok but noone actully looked at them (thank god).
I will say though, you get used to having you're boobs handled by anyone and everyone and not caring who's around when you get them out. I spent 2 days in hospital telling the MW's that he wasn't drinking properly (it hurt like hell) only to be told that it was fine and the pain would go away. I then went to a maternity hospital in my home town and spent 6 days there, trying to get him to feed because as I had been trying to tell the hospital MW's he wasn't feeding properly.