Our two bio children were homebirths. We were never supposed to be able to have children. I was diagnosed with stage 4 endometriosis in December 2004 and was told that even with in vitro I would have less than a 10% chance of conceiving and about a 2% chance of carrying a child to term. I went to a healing service at my church in March 2005 and 1 week later our son was conceived. I called my gynecologist and he told me that I couldn't possibly be pregnant and that, even if I were, I would have a miscarriage. I promptly ditched that doctor and found a fabulous midwife who encouraged me in every way. I did continue to go to an OB for the testing I felt was necessary, but I was planning a homebirth. I had had enough of doctors and their insensitive remarks. I knew that God had planned this child's very existence and I wasn't going to let any more doctors take away the joy I felt in our pregnancy and birth experience. I did my homework, though, and I made sure we had everything ready. We lived 5 minutes from one of the best hospitals in the state, so I knew if there were any complications, we could be there very quickly.
I loved being at home and being around our three older children (we have three adopted blessings). I didn't see as much of them as I had planned to while I was in labor because I felt the need to withdraw and let my body do its work, but I knew we could see each other at any time. DS had his little arm up by his head and refused to move it, so I had to keep standing on my head (practically) to try to get him into a better postion. After 42 long hours of labor and three pushes, he was born weighing 7 lbs, 4 ounces. As soon as he was born, I knew I'd do it again in a heartbeat.
A little over a year later, our DD was born at home in a birthing pool. That labor was short and sweet...only 17 hours!
With my second pregnancy I had the same midwife for the homebirth, but I used a CNM for the testing instead of an OB. The CNM was very supportive of my homebirth plans.
I hope we get to do it again!
I loved being at home and being around our three older children (we have three adopted blessings). I didn't see as much of them as I had planned to while I was in labor because I felt the need to withdraw and let my body do its work, but I knew we could see each other at any time. DS had his little arm up by his head and refused to move it, so I had to keep standing on my head (practically) to try to get him into a better postion. After 42 long hours of labor and three pushes, he was born weighing 7 lbs, 4 ounces. As soon as he was born, I knew I'd do it again in a heartbeat.
A little over a year later, our DD was born at home in a birthing pool. That labor was short and sweet...only 17 hours!
I hope we get to do it again!