As the mother to five children, I've traversed a journey of birth and loss. Four thrive, while one succumbed tragically to SIDS. Among them, three embraced the gentle hands of a midwife, while two entered the world amidst hospital protocols, not mine.
My firstborn son lived only sixteen days and was born in a hospital, subject to their protocol, contrasted by the serenity of homebirths. In 1977, the father had to sign a form releasing the hospital from liability for any injury he might incur while attending the birth.
My next son was born with a midwife attending in a hospital setting with all the birthing plans that I wanted. I was home within 6 hours of the birth in my own bed with my newborn. It was a much better experience. However, home birth was heavy on my mind for the future.
My first daughter was born within hospital walls, not out of necessity, but due to the doctor's apprehensions. Concerned about potential complications, he urged a hospital birth, citing concerns over my blood count and the prospect of needing a transfusion. Despite the doctor's skepticism, my blood count soared post-delivery, and I regret not following my heart's desire.
My last daughter and son were each born at home, I trusted my instincts over medical counsel both times. I had the most beautiful home births, graced by the presence of two midwives attending each of those births. I raised 4 very healthy babies to adulthood.
In 1978, when I had my second son, home births were a rarity, defying societal norms. Today, the landscape has shifted, empowering more to choose homebirths. Yet, caution prevails; for those considering, heed precautions, especially if predisposed to complications. Consult the video below to discern if it aligns with your journey.