I can only speak for my own experiences, which were wonderful in that I had three healthy babies with no complications.
That said, there were things I wasn’t particularly happy about when I had my first baby. My husband and I went to birthing classes and I read “What to Expect.” I learned as much as I could about childbirth, but still—until it happens to you, you have no way of knowing what to expect. I had talked to my doctor about having an epidural because I was very nervous about the pain. What I didn’t know was that my labor would progress so quickly that there would be no time for an epidural. I kept asking the nurses to get my doctor, but they said “He’ll check in on you soon.” When I said I felt like I had to push, the nurse actually rolled her eyes. I’d only been in labor for an hour and a half. My doctor (whom I adored), showed right up, said I was fully dialated, and to start pushing. Then he left again. After one push, the nurses brought him back because the baby was crowning. Five minutes later we had our baby. I guess my problem was that the nurses didn’t seem to take my requests seriously, that because I wasn’t screaming in pain or swearing at my husband I was still in the early stages of labor.
Second time around, I thought I could get through it without the epidural. My water broke, but the next day I still wasn’t having contractions. My doctor started me on pitocin, but no one told me how much more horrible the contractions would be. I didn’t want an epidural, but I was incoherant from the pain. Imagine someone taking a chainsaw to your guts—fun times. They gave me staidol, which I didn’t react well to. Just as much pain, but I was completely loopy. At least the labor was short once it got started, but my usual doctor wasn’t on call and the other doctor was an asshole. He was literally yelling at me to push, and I didn’t find out till later it was because my son’s arm was stuck and the doctor thought he might have to dislodge the baby’s shoulder to get him out. It didn’t help that the baby weighed over nine pounds. In that case, I felt like there was no communication about what to expect. If my regular doctor had been on call, I know that would have been different. He was excellent at always explaining what he was going to do, what I could expect, and what my options were.
Finally, with my third baby, I felt I was prepared for anything. Meaning, I knew to have no expectations about what might happen. I went into it all with an open mind and no firm plans. Ironically, it was the easiest birth of the three. We’d moved and I had a new doctor’s office. My doctor gave me the option of scheduling an induced labor since my first two babies were born so quickly. I jumped at that chance. I also made sure I got an epidural when I wanted it, and I have to say the nurses at this hospital were awesome about listening to me and taking me seriously. The whole experience was so much better than the first one, where I didn’t know what was happening at all, and the second one where I was in horrible pain and stoned out of my mind. Also helped that the induction was done a bit early, so this boy came out at 8 pounds even.
Sorry this is such a long answer, but to sum up, I think it’s really important for a woman to find a doctor she can absolutely trust and communicate with. Or a midwife, if that’s the case. Too often the hospital staff seem to have a “we know best” attitude and don’t take the time to remember that the woman having the baby is new to the experience and probably scared. I will always be grateful to my first doctor for talking me so calmly through the birth of my daughter. Women need to educate themselves as much as possible about their choices, read read read and talk to other women who will share stories that can help. I knew enough to insist on not having an episiotomy, and thank God they don’t routinely shave you anymore. I did take out of it a need to question everything I hear from doctors, for myself and for my children. I ask a lot of questions to make sure I understand everything.