I listen to a bit of jazz and I would compare the delivery room experience to John Coltrane's "A LOVE SUPREME", especially the live version recorded at the Festival Mondial du Jazz Antibes in 1965.
If you walked into a room and found the music half-way through, you would not understand why over 500,000 copies of the record were bought. It sounds chaotic and without any order - just a bunch of guys playing instruments out of sync with each other.
But if you listen to it from the beginning and go through the full 49min, 19sec from "Acknowledgement" to "Psalm", you will hear the musicians start from a common rhythm, then digress/disagree/argue and finally agree on a new tune. It is quite a magical experience - not for the weak hearted, or the impatient.
It is the same with the delivery room experience. If you walk-in half-way through, you might faint in sympathy for your partner. However, if you start with her from the first contraction and build-up together through to the final push, you will understand the miracle of child-birth and gain greater respect for your wife.
Now let me read the article and hear what the doctor's are saying....
Nothing is real unless it can be named; nothing has value unless it can be sold; money is worthless unless you spend it.