I agree that the fight or flight response stops or slows labor; I just worry when people say it's their fault, like it's something they could control. I know I certainly could not control my response.
Background so you know where I'm coming from:
In my labor's case, my hubby recently described it as being "dropped at the dip".
I had a very long labor, but I loved it all (until I got to transition). I did feel like it was a dance. But all along the "midwives" I chose were trying to ruin the dance...turning up then down the music, changing the tempo, cutting in...Then transition hit and my husband lost his own footing...just when things should have finished beautifully and properly, they (the midwives and my husband), dropped me during the dip.
(I'm so glad my husband takes his share of responsibility, otherwise I doubt I'd still be married to him...but he's actually a part of a yahoo group for men who support UC!)
After that drop I was freaking out. It was like I was a deer dropped into the woods near a mountain lion's den, but no one would let me get away from the lions. In fact they wanted me to go IN to the den (AKA the hospital). I fought and fought but they won. And of course after that labor was completely messed up...I'd go in the bathroom and the mountain lions, I mean nurses and OB, were knocking on the door, wanting to jab me with sharp things, wanting to berate me...
Even before we got there I had the LOVELY moment of my so-called midwives (they actually are, but they treated me as though they were OBs even during my pregnancy...not what I expected from LMs) trying to FORCE me to take Rescue Remedy.
If there's one moment (OK there are a lot of moments, but if I had to choose one and it couldn't involve the choosing of those women) I could take back it would be fighting against the predators, I mean midwives, when they were forcing Rescue Remedy on me. I'd never tried it until after it was all over, and when I now realize how calming it is for me, I wish I hadn't fought them. Perhaps I could have gone Zen and birthed in the car.
But they'd given me SO many herbs over the course of my labor that completely messed things up and caused me panic attacks, then they fed me *disgusting* food (I think they InaMay'd me with castor oil in scrambled eggs, but WITHOUT my knowledge or even implied permission) and they let me down even before transition hit...I just couldn't trust anything from them at all by that time.
So anyway, all that background is to say I understand the phrase, but I worry that someone reading might get stuck in only blaming themselves, when perhaps blame needs to be shared a bit.
Gosh I need to print out my letter to the "midwives"...they've already gotten another friend the way they got me...it's been over 8 months.
Hilariously, they left a message the other day, wanting to know my son's name to include him in their newsletter. ha ha ha, like THAT'S going to happen!