Monitoring never bothered me. I actually kind of liked watching the contractions on the monitor, because I thought it was kind of cool. They start out like little hills at first, and then when things get going, get turn more in to plateaus. I guess I'm a geek. :) I think also I'm a huge go with the flow type personality, and not much gets under my skin, so most of their policies just roll off my back. I like the assurance of having an IV because my blood pressure, which is normally low anyway, drops like a rock when I hit transition. I'm talking like 50/20. Like, I am unresponsive. And it's nice having that quick access to adrenaline, and they can pump me full of fluid to try to counteract it as much as possible. We didn't know it was going to do that with my first, so my BP dropped to 42/20, the baby's heartrate plummeted also, but with oxygen for me, and some adrenaline, and squeezing the bag of fluid in to my body, all was well. When it actually happens, I don't know that anything is wrong, which in hindsight is probably the scariest thing. I feel a little sleepy, but my mind is so far gone that it doesn't ring any alarm bells at all. I just slowly drift away, and everyone thinks I have fallen asleep or I'm" in the zone" (that was my midwife with my non-epidural hosp birth), and leaves me alone. and somewhere through this tunnel I can hear them talking, but I can't move or talk to them. It's kind of funky.
I always bring my own clothes. The nurse at my last birth gave me a talking to about it, but it's not her decision what I wear, it's mine. She thought I'd get upset if it got messy. Nah. I can wash it.
I've given birth in 3 different hospitals, and in general I was able to pretty much do whatever I wanted. Honestly, my midwife birth was the worst as far as being bossed goes. The woman just had some idea I was an idiot in her head and she was trying to de-indoctrinate me about the right way to birth. Whatever. It didn't go as she had planned, lol. With my first birth my husband was the one who delivered the baby. The OB didn't even touch her. The midwife wouldn't let dh near me, but I wish she would have let him do it again because she was pretty terrible. And with my third I delivered her myself, and once again, the OB was just nearby. I've never had anyone pull on the cord, or scrape out the placenta, or really do much of anything to me. Nursing care has been spotty. Some of them good, some of them bad.
With my first birth (I'm high risk) I was expecting all these horrible things to happen to me because I had read on here and other boards about the way the hospital brings you down. But it wasn't like that. My first birth was really nice. It was very peaceful, and lovely. My second birth was a bit of a mess, because he was in a weird position and my midwife had ego issues, but it was still fine. And my third birth was very emotional because of some family issues, but incredibly sweet. I'll remember pulling her warm, wet limp little body out and laying her on my tummy, while she didn't cry but just looked at me in the eyes for the longest time, for the rest of my life. Unfortunately because she didn't cry she ended up needing oxygen, but they just kind of sprayed it on her face to make sure she pinked up OK, so we could sit and get to know one another. My biggest problem with birthing in a hospital is the after care. Once again, the nurses are really hit or miss, and I get out of there AMA as soon as I feel comfortable.