Today I have to write a tribute to my friend, who gave birth to her daughter yesterday at home.
Her first child was born at the hospital, and while it was an unmedicated birth, there wasn’t much natural about it. It was a difficult experience that had long-term ramifications with breastfeeding and her well-being.
This time around, she wanted things to be different:
- She chose a home birth, which she and her husband paid for out-of-pocket.
- She drove 80 miles one-way for each of her prenatal appointments with her midwife.
- She dealt with a local physician who refused to be her backup doctor, and asked her to bring her husband in so he could discuss the wisdom of birthing at home with him. (You can read about that here.)
- She only got one ultrasound, earlier than expected, because her car, with her and her family in it, was hit by a driver who ran a red light. So even though she wanted to know the sex of her baby, she didn’t want to expose them to unnecessary radiation without a medical reason and chose not to have more.
- Her due date came and went. She dealt with all the questions, concerns, and worrying like a champ (at least on the outside).
- And yesterday at 42 weeks and 2 days, she gave birth to a 10lb 8oz baby girl. At home. In the water. Just like she wanted to.
So I have to give her a huge shout-out.
It is really, really hard to be different sometimes. People look at you funny, they act like you’re nuts, and you come to a point where you wonder if you’re really doing the right thing.
But if deep down you know yourself, and you trust the process, and you take those deep breaths and allow it to happen . . . it does.
I’m so, so proud of you, Brandy. I’m so glad you found me, and I’m honored that I could share part of this journey with you. Congratulations on the new addition to your family!
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