This weekend marked a big pregnancy milestone for me — I’m now 36 weeks, which means I’m clear to for a homebirth in Oregon. I wasn’t worried about it (I’m not one to worry about stuff like this), but it does bring me a bit of excitement to know that pregnancy is almost over (nope, not a big gestation fan here) and if all goes well, I’ll be able to push this baby out at home.
I thought I would explore some of the reasons my husband and I have elected for me to birth our babies at home, not because I’m looking to convert anyone or to write a homebirth manifesto, but because I think some of you would find it interesting.
But before we dive into the fun, let us pause while I make one thing absolutely, perfectly clear:
I don’t care how you birth your baby.
No one needs to defend their choice to use the services of a hospital or get an epidural or elect to have a cesarean in these posts. Please don’t feel threatened by my story. If we meet some day and it comes out that you didn’t give birth at home, I won’t care one thing about it. Promise.
Because, let’s get real here. How you push a baby out really doesn’t make a lick of difference in the grand scheme of things. Neither does if you breastfed your baby, or co-slept with your baby, or gave your baby pacifier or how you got your baby to sleep through the night. And anyone who cares about these things so much as to threaten a relationship really needs to get a hobby or spend some time considering mothers around the world who don’t have the luxury of time to think of anything but survival (read some awesomeness about that here).
Okay, I’ll get off my soapbox now.
I think birth can be very scary for those of us who have not seen a birth in person, especially when the depictions on TV and movies are our only reference point. I had the privilege of watching a number of births before I got pregnant with my first baby. The first was when I was sixteen and I was at the hospital birth of my youth leader’s first baby. A number of years later, I watched my sister-in-law give birth to two of my nephews — one in the hospital and one at home. In addition, my husband’s other sister gave birth twice without an epidural (one at a hospital and one at home) before I had my first baby. Lots of births and all without intervention, so I had a fairly good understanding of what a non-medicated birth looks like and does not look like.
Fast forward to 2003 when, after just graduating from a very expensive and time-intensive graduate program and getting an AWESOME job offer in a very competitive field, I found myself unexpectedly pregnant. And without health insurance. Whoops! (We tend to dominate at surprise babies.)
My first “surprise” and I trying to take a picture together in the bathroom mirror.
cheapskates frugally-minded, were determined to find some reasonably-priced options for getting this baby out.
To be continued…
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