'Don't trust the 'natural birth' myth. The drugs do work - believe me' - writer says women don't talk about the pain enough
I was about 24 hours into labour with my first child when I was told I could, at last, receive the epidural I’d been begging for. By this stage I resembled nothing so much as a mortally wounded animal, howling to be put out of its misery. Yet, the anaesthetist warned me that the magic pain relief bullet he was about to fire up my spine might give me a headache.