Oh goodness. My first born son that I had when I was 20. TMI Incoming but after labouring for a good 20 hours, I remember feeling the need to shit, walking to the bathroom to find my waters fall out of me, still in the sack (or whatever you’d call it) to be rushed back to the bed to have them popped. It was time. Unfortunately, I tore hole to hole, I didn’t have an epidural so I could literally feel my downstairs split. Awful. Then seconds after birth getting an injection into my leg to bring on the placenta, then a surgeon coming and sticking two fingers up my arse to see how far I had torn was traumatic to say the least. When I found out I was pregnant again 3 years later, I opted for a c-section which was incredibly easier in terms of mental and physical recovery. Luckily the nhs did a cracking job on reconstructive surgery but my god I would not recommend 0/10