(When I first heard this week’s word, the following direction is where my mind started go. I went back and forth with myself about whether or not to write it out, and obviously I decided to go with it. I really don’t want to use my blog as a place to rant, and I hope that the following doesn’t sound angry. It’s not angry — but I want to present a side that’s not often seen. So please take the following as such…thank you.)
When people find out that both my babies were born at home, and that any future children we hope to have at home, the common reaction is: “Wow! You’re brave!” And often it’s followed by, “I could never do that. I would want to be in a hospital in case anything happened.”
I can respect that, really. A woman should birth wherever she is most comfortable and if that’s a hospital for you, then great. However, even if it’s not what someone wants to portray, the attitude that comes across from that particular (common) comment is sometimes hard to deal with. And that attitude is: you’re choosing to put your baby at risk, just so that you can be “brave”, etc.
Actually, that isn’t the case. We choose to have our babies at home because, in our particular situation, my husband and I feel like it’s best for ALL of us. Including the baby. And it’s not something we’re blindly going into with no idea of the complications that can arise. Our firstborn, Cedar, had several complications because he was born four weeks early, but our very competent midwife dealt with them and Cedar is now a healthy little boy. Yes, we realize that not all complications turn out so well, but please trust that we’ve weighed all that and are not making this decision out of some macho complex.