by guest Melody Aylestock
many people have been questioning what on earth has gotten into me with wanting to have a home birth!
even though i could think of many more reasons than this blog has time or space for, i will try to stick to a couple of the main reasons.
what really got me interested in it is after watching the documentary, The Business of Being Born before watching this, i really had no clue what it meant to have a “homebirth.”… i just assumed it meant you didn’t make it to the hospital in time!
i knew friends who had delivered at home with a midwife, but i honestly wasn’t even remotely interested in the prospect. it seemed too “unsafe.” i liked knowing that a hospital is prepared for all emergency procedures, were something to come up.
however, after watching this beautiful film, i was totally transfixed.
i began to wonder if this is something i could do! it took me about 4 or 5 months thinking about it, but nathan and i finally came to the decision that we really want this! the movie discusses how hospitals are very much so a “business” when it comes to labor and delivery. (get the woman in and out as quickly as possible!)
not that we had a traumatic experience at the hospital with davis’ birth, but i felt very much “out of control,” as far as the dr’s and nurses telling me what i needed – for the “sake of my baby” (double dose of pitocin [the drug from you-know-where], nubain, epidural, vacuum extractor leading to bad tearing…UGH) plus, while being hooked up to the i.v. and fetal monitor, i was very limited in what i could do as far as moving around.
they said that i would be able to walk around, but really they made me lay in the bed for all 18 hours.
i would say i had to go to the bathroom, just to be able to actually sit up!
of course, no food or water (which i don’t understand why…because labor is the hardest work you ever do!) with all of the conflicting drugs (which really do act against eachother), poor davis’ heartrate began to slow down, and i had to use an oxygen mask.
thank the LORD, he was born healthy (and i did not have to have a c-section, even though nathan says i did ask for one at some point! the nurse laughed at my request and said “honey, those are only for emergencies. my response: “this IS an emergency!”)
needless to say…i wish i had done more research of what my options were before automatically signing up for a hospital birth.
in The Business of Being Born, it is stated that people will put more energy in researching what new camera or tv to buy before weighing their options about giving birth! isn’t that bizarre? it’s really our American culture. we watch shows like “a baby story,” or see screaming laboring women in movies, and grow up assuming that childbirth is a traumatic, scary, painful event that must take place in the hospital.
we assume that as women, our bodies are “lemons,” and are unable to properly deliver a baby on their own.
we think that we must have medical intervention to help us through this “illness.”
i have since been pouring over countless midwifery/homebirth books, (especially Ina May Gaskin – the woman is a rockstar!) i thought an interesting point she makes is that as women, we are uniquely designed so that our emotions are deeply tied into how our labor and delivery are. if we are strapped down to a hospital bed, in an unfamiliar room with drs and nurses we don’t know coming in and out of the room, our bodies naturally take longer to labor and dilate. it is much like the concept if someone tells you to stand in front of a group of people and just pee on the spot…your body tends to freeze up!
however, when a woman is able to labor on her own non-rushed terms, in a comfortable, nurturing environment, surrounded by people who are lovingly supporting her decision (and not trying to convince her of drugs she needs, but instead allowing her to walk/squat/eat/lay in a warm tub of water, doing whatever she feels is right for her body), the experience is totally different.
my friends who have delivered both in a hospital and then at home or birthing center with a midwife have all told me the same thing: the difference is night and day.
they would do it again any day.
it’s really funny when i think about it.
before davis was born, i had such a totally different view of giving birth. i really didn’t understand why people would want to refuse drugs. i thought it was a “feminist machoism” type thing.
i said that the only reason i would ever refuse pain drugs is if 1. labor was totally painless, or 2. i was trying to prove something to somebody.
people ask me if i regret having given birth in the hospital with davis. honestly, i don’t. i am beyond thankful that he was born healthy and without complications, but were i not to have had that experience, i don’t believe i would be as passionate as i am about wanting to do this the 2nd time around. i would probably be more scared and insecure of my decision.
i am so beyond excited about this pregnancy and birth.
on those rare occasions when nagging doubts start to creep in, i speak truth to myself. i know i can do this. this is how God designed my body.
obviously, i won’t act foolishly, and if any emergencies do come up, my midwife is beyond prepared to intervene until help arrives. believe me…i asked her plenty of questions before deciding to do this, and i know without a shadow of a doubt that her 12+ years of training, along with her diligence and meticulous attention to detail will notice and act upon it if anything is not right.
plus i felt an immediate connection when speaking with her for the first time.
i knew right away i wanted her to deliver my baby, and nathan said the same after we met with her. (plus another special thing: when she came over to meet with us the first time, she said “i remember this house. i’ve delivered a baby here before!” how cool is that?!)
so…there you go. some of the many reasons i am totally excited about this upcoming event in our lives. i covet and appreciate your prayers and support in this decision!
on november 20, 2004 i married my best friend nathan. a few years later and we met our sweet davis james…and a few years after that and we met our little cædmon. the three of them have melted my heart, and now i can never go back to being normal. my heart is completely and forever stolen. register to read my blog, RamblingsOfALovesickMommy