I don't get why they call them 'stirrups' anyways. With #1, I was on my back with a pillow under me and my legs in those molded plastic thingys. Nothing for my feet, to push on. That's why my arms were so sore the next day
from pulling on the bars of the bed! (They didn't wait for me to have the urge to push, and I didn't know enough to tell them to leave me alone). I hated having my legs in those dumb things, and it was sooooo hard pushing that way.
With #2, without warning the dr
... I demanded to push him out sitting up or squatting. We had this conversation while I was hanging over the back of the bed pushing already. I waited because I didn't want to get talked out of it earlier, and I knew she'd listen at that point. She just dropped the end of the bed down which gave me a spot to sit, support for my feet, and the sides of the bed to hold. It was perfect, and so much easier. You should have seen the looks on the nurses' faces, though. They think I'm kooky. (It didn't help their impression of me when I asked to see the placenta - dr didn't mind, though).
This is one of the reasons I want to homebirth the next one. I am one of the lucky people who has a great doctor, but the hospital just can't provide the freedom I need and the kind of environment I want for the births I and my babies deserve!