I will add to the discussion just by saying that, like pi, from now on I will pick and choose which students I deal with. Sometimes they're just very sweet and nervous but totally respectful, but after the failed VBAC + uterine rupture after my last birth, I was in the hospital and this student came around, at first with a seemingly interested attitude in hearing what had happened. I was grateful for the opportunity to chat and told him all about it, after which he fairly abruptly said his farewells and left, and I remember feeling sooooooooooo exposed and resentful -- that I had clearly thrown my pearls before swine, if you will. I was just the crazy lady in room whatever who tried to have a home birth and it didn't work out, blah blah blah.
Luckily this time I'm at a hospital without students or even residents -- everyone is attending, apparently -- and I honestly feel better, especially with the anesthesia portion.
My SIL actually has a story of a young female resident putting in her epidural and then saying, "HOO-ah." And the epidural wasn't even actually a good one, at that.
Can I also add to the TMI portion here by saying I love the crusty nipple adhering to bra, but, crusty hoo-hoo adhering to underwear, not so much.