i agree pester... in fact if i hadnt had my miscarriage, i dont honestly know if i could have gone through natural labor/birth. i was terrified of the pain because i didnt know when it would stop or how much worse it was going to get. i used cytotec and labored for 4 hours. my doctor told me the labor (not the pushing mind you!) was much more intense than at fullterm (i was 4 months along) because everything was so much smaller and it took a lot more force to break my water. the contractions were also constant rather in waves... it was truly an awful experience.... but.... now i know i can do it! and when everything did come out and i saw my baby... i can say that (oddly enough) it was one of the happiest times of my life. i was on the most INCREDIBLE high of my life from all the birth hormones. i wanted to hold my baby forever.... even though he was lifeless... i loved him. i cant even imagine what its going to be like at fullterm and having a lovely warm crying baby to hold. amazing. i think the key to natural childbirth is not to fear it but to give yourself over to it entirely. my goal with this next labor/delivery is to be an observer of the pain, but not to participate in it. i want to be singing and laughing (when possible). youtube some videos of people singing during transition.. its incredible!
Sorry to hear you lost your baby boy. From what I have read, yes, it's harder to birth a very small/premature baby than a very large baby. Mine was 9lb 3oz and gravity does a lot of work. He sustained injuries in part due to an epidural that completely numbed my feeling to push. It was turned off and I pushed 2 hours without pain relief, my only saving grace, as I could feel my body. My labour was riddled with drugs and interventions (induction, false water breaking, pitocin, morphine, epidural) and was a horrible experience. While many women in natural labour admit it's pretty darn painful, not many of them wish afterwards that they got drugs.
Good luck with your natural birth!
As for scaremongering, nobody wants to hear the truth about interventions and it's relation to complications. Statistics are meaningless, they have no names or face. At least that was my naive impression before my boy became a statistic!