Since being pregnant, I have obviously gone to great lengths to educate myself on what is happening to my body, what is happening to my baby, and precisely how everything works in that department (more than just the "talk" my mom gave me when I was a kid on how babies are made).
I've read book after book, watched documentaries, done online research, talked to numerous friends, and of course, enlisted the never-ending wisdom of the M.O.M.
I have determined one thing for sure. I am not happy with hospitals and birth. They just don't mix well together. Women delivered babies for thousands of years without the help of epidurals, pitocin and c-sections, so why in the last 100 years have we become completely dependent on doctors to help us do something that God gave us maternal instincts for?
(Side note: I do recognize there are cases where doctors and hospitals are absolutely essential and a blessing, without which, some mothers and babies would be in a world of hurt. I am merely refering to low-risk pregnancies.)
So I started calculating my risk of having a hospital-born baby without having medical intervention, and I began to realize it was nearly impossible. The statistics for true, natural birth in hospitals are pretty much non-existent. If you have had one, it was probably a fight for you, or so I've heard.
So today, we enlisted the help of a midwife.
Nathan and I now plan to have this baby girl in our bedroom floor.
Yes, I'm serious.
I watched my mom do it when I was 6, and I'm pretty sure I thought it was the coolest and grossest thing I've ever seen, so of course, we're gonna do it again. Only this time, mom (M.O.M.) will be the coach and I'll be the one doing all the yelling ;)
My mother congratulated me today by welcoming me to "the ranks of the non-conformists".
I suppose that fits right along with my "minimalist" baby registry, my recycling and our budget cuts.
Another bonus: I was worried about buying a duffel bag for our trip to the hospital, because I just didn't have anything appropriate to pack in. Now, I no longer have such bothersome things to worry about :-)
If you need more details on how exactly this works, my mother would LOVE to fill you in. She is...how shall we put it?....stoked.