Preface
I
know what you’re thinking… “oh my gosh you had your baby at home??” Yes, yes we did.
Up until a year and a half ago I
too thought that home birth was something really mysterious. Home birth was something that those hippie
natural people did. If you don’t
eat all organic, plant trees, and recycle then you don’t qualify to have your
baby at home, right?
The
first time I EVER became open to the idea was when I was talking with one of my
friends who is a certified nurse midwife at a clinic here in NWA. (Up until this point home birth didn’t
even exist to me.) We were on the
topic of babies and I asked her what she planned to do when she had a
baby. (Mostly just wanting an
insider’s opinion on what Dr./ hospital she would recommend since she is in the
loop.) To my surprise and shock
she said that she would want to do a homebirth. My reaction was much like all of the reactions I got when I
said that I was doing a homebirth, “What?! Really?? You
aren’t worried about something going wrong?” She then explained to me that most complications occur
because of all of the interventions that are done with a medicated hospital
birth. She said that if birth is
allowed to happen naturally very rarely does anything go wrong. I was intrigued. The wheels were spinning because I
couldn’t figure out why someone who WORKS at a hospital would want to have
their baby at home. Personally, I
would do almost anything to avoid having anything to do with a hospital. I left this conversation thinking
if I was ever going to be able to have children this might be the route to
take.
Important Background
Information
If
you’ve known me for any amount of time you may know that I have an irrational
fear/phobia of blood, guts, gore, needles, hospitals, etc. I’ve been like this my whole life. The earliest recorded incident of this
happened when I was 3. I went with
my mom to one of my baby brother’s check-ups at the Doctor. They did one of those routine heel
pricks in order to draw a little blood to test… and as they did, I threw up my
chocolate glazed donut and milk from breakfast that morning. There are 100s of other stories similar
to this, but I will spare you.
Trust me, it’s real life. I
always had to sit out in the hallway during health class and occasionally in
history class when we would watch a war movie with a lot of shoot ‘em ups and
violence. (You know, the ones
where a note had to be signed by your parents in order to watch it or you had
to go to study hall.)
I
thought I was the only person with this problem until I met Corey
Granderson. I still remember
sitting on the edge of the running track at Cabot High eating KFC at a tailgate
party (I was a cheerleader and Cor was in the band). It was there that I had
one of the first conversations I have ever had with Corey. I think we were laughing about how we
both waited to take P.E. and Health until our senior year. (Normal people take these classes their
sophomore year.) Corey then said
something about how he was never in health class though b/c he was always
sitting out in the hallway. I was
hardly ever in health either, but I couldn’t see why he would be missing so
much class. I asked why b/c he
didn’t seem like the type to always be in trouble. He then described the exact same things that happened to me
when he heard about or saw something gross: It’s starts with getting nervous, then your heart rate picks
up, palms become cold and sweaty, the room closes in, it gets harder to breath,
your fight or flight senses kick in, you become nauseous and weak, you begin to
lose color, things get dark, and then you’re just gone. I could not believe it. I had met my soulmate- ha! (Although I didn’t know it at the
time.) C.S. Lewis was right,
“Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, ‘What! You
too? I though I was the only one.”
And b/c blogposts are more fun w/pics, here's one of me and Cor before our senior prom. :) You're welcome. I love that we're squinting in unison here:
All
this being said… I think you can see where we may run into a problem with this
whole birthing babes thing. We’re
scared of hospitals and we don’t recycle or shop at Ozark Natural Foods. What to do?
A
week or so after I had the homebirth conversation with my friend, Corey and I
watched “The Business of Being Born” on Netflix instant watch. We were pretty much sold on homebirth
after that. I won’t go into
details here about natural childbirth vs. medicated birth b/c I’m way too
opinionated on the whole topic and I run the risk of offending someone… so I’ll
spare us. If you’re curious, watch
the flick. At this point I was
still a little nervous about birthin’ babes, but my hope was that if we
educated ourselves on the whole topic it wouldn’t be as scary.
In
a nutshell we came to these conclusions about birthin’ babes:
1. a bajillion people all over the world and throughout time have been having babies at home, in mangers (Jesus), and places outside of hospitals in general. The human race carried on and expanded, so it must be working.
2. As far as the rest of the world goes, we (the U.S.) are the weird ones when it comes to how we do birth. We are a little overboard on all the medical interventions surrounding birth. Most problems and complications are a result of us tampering with something that didn’t need tampering with.
3. God designed birth and it works! In fact, it’s quite perfect how he designed it and it is a very beautiful and fascinating thing. I know, I said it- beautiful. I always thought it was weird when people said that, maybe not asetheically… but by design?
4. Cor and I don’t do hospitals. Lucky for us- normal, natural childbirth isn't a medical emergency.
5. I am more afraid of hospitals and needles than I am of the pain of childbirth. True story. (I had my baby at home which goes to prove it.)
6. Safety first. We live 2 exits from the hospital in the event of an emergency where medical intervention would be needed.
Anyhow, here’s all of the background info
that you need. I’m long winded, so
I’ll break this down into 2 posts.
Actual birth story will be in part II. To be continued…