No, but I’ve heard that the spinal tap itself is like the shot you get from the dentist, to the nth power, and seems to go on forever, and sometimes it’s followed by a headache that is migraine-class.
One thing about having a baby is that everyone is really nice to you. People go way out of their way to try to minimize your discomfort. If you want the temperature in the room turned down to 60’F, the nurses just put on sweaters. If you are demanding that the anesthesiologist get there NOW! no one tells you to be patient, they say they’ll go check (and they might just duck out the door and count to ten, who knows, but at least they don’t tell you to shut up and quit complaining or they’d tell your mom to punish you, which is what my dentist told me when I was eight, and I was freaking out over my first Novocaine shot, and my first drill & fill.
Now, getting a tooth filled is nowhere in the neighborhood of the discomfort of labor (and doesn’t take 30 hours), but it sure helps when everyone is doing their best to make you feel better.
A lot of women who have horrible stories are older women, who remember being alone in labor rooms for hours, with no one but a nurse looking in occasionally, not staying long enough to offer any real assurance, and sometimes another woman in the room behind a curtain, who they couldn’t see, but could hear moaning, and they couldn’t get out of bed, and might either have no pain control, or be in twilight sleep, and having a “bad trip.” There was no TV or radio, and they couldn’t concentrate to read a book. All they could do was think about how much pain they were in.
I’m not a binge TV watcher, but the day I was in labor, there happened to be end to end Law & Orders on. I wasn’t even paying that much attention, but I had them on in the background, and it’s one of my favorite shows. I probably had 12 episodes on in a row. Plus, DH was there. We played cards, we played games on the laptop. The many hours I wasn’t alone went faster than the one hour I happened to be alone because DH went to get something for the camera, and I insisted he get himself breakfast, and it happened that my contractions went from 0 to 60 in about 20 minutes during that hour. I never felt so alone.