I've decided to post this here. May my experience be a positive influence in your perspective of birth.
There came a time in my labour, when although I could feel my baby's head, he still felt so far away. It felt like he was over a mountain that I was looking at in the distance. My midwife said "your baby is so close", and I honestly couldn't believe it. I was using what felt like every molecule of my body to bring him out, but he still wasn't in my arms. I had to find more. More energy, more motivation, more faith, more force. You can't know where that 'more' comes from, but it does come. So with that slippery, vulnerable, perfect baby on my chest all I could think was "I did it"! I made this angel! My body brought him to life! A power filled me for the days and months afterwards, where I felt like no challenge would ever be too big again.