Act V (The final installment)
Having a home birth was not an option that
even entered my mind until my wife brought it up months ago. But I could not imagine doing it any other
way. We were fortunate. Everything went exactly according to plan
(except for the birth pool) and we were able to bring our baby into the world
in the comfort of our own home.
I’m glad there are hospitals and procedures
to save the lives of mothers and infants when necessary. But after hearing the birth stories that take
place in hospitals versus those taking place at home and witnessing my child
being brought into the world under our roof, I am confused as to why more
people aren’t informed and educated about the possibilities of home birth.
Days after Von Bebe’s birth, our midwife
informed us of the procedures that likely would have taken place had we chosen or
ended up with a hospital birth. The
labor took so long and the contractions never got closer together than 3 or 4
minutes so it would have been classified as non-progressing and Pitocin would
have been administered. A C-section possibly could have resulted due to the
length of labor. Also, the baby was crowning
for so long that an episiotomy would most likely have been done requiring at
the very least stitches if not more intervention.
It took a long time. But our baby was born at home, drug free and
only a minor second degree tear requiring NO stitches. We were in our own bed within 10 minutes
after the birth and she was kept warm lying on top of my wife giving them the
chance to bond from the very beginning.
No interventions took place. No drugs.
No monitors making beeping noises.
No hands poking and prodding where they weren’t welcome. No one telling us what we could or could not
do. No one forcing my wife into
uncomfortable positions.
In short, we delivered our baby daughter in our own home and I will never
forget it.
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