Yesterday: why we chose to plan a home birth.
My midwife, Midwife S, took me on
despite the fact that she had been planning vacation time for
herself. She was out of town for two weekends right around my due
date, but had a back up midwife and general practitioner lined up.
I went into labor on a Monday while
Midwife S was out of town. By 9 am, Midwife M, who was Midwife S's
assistant, was at our house, along with Midwife #3 (to assist), Dr. W
(a general practitioner, required by Illinois state law if the
attending midwife is not a certified nurse), and Dr. #2 (a young
general practitioner who wanted to attend home deliveries) were at
our house. In case you're having a hard time with the parentheses,
that's two midwives and two general practitioners at our house, all
for me and Pumpkin.
That morning, Peanut and his grandma
went to music class. Someone cooked eggs for the group. The doctors
read through our stack of New York Times newspapers. Midwife S,
started driving back from her weekend away. Midwife #3 left. Dr. W
left. Midwife S arrived with daughter in tow. Peanut and grandma got
home, and it was two midwives, a general practitioner, and one nice
young lady that stayed until the birth.
I remember a few special moments of the
birth particularly clearly – like Peanut holding my hand through a
contraction, and then going back to the living room to play. I
remember a husband watching, waiting, holding, encouraging. She
arrived at six in the evening, just as the sun was going down.
Moments later, Peanut walked in the room and said, “That's the baby
from inside your belly,” and fell in love with his little sister.
We all did.
Pumpkin's birth at home was a wonderful
experience. It's hard to articulate what made it so special. Those
moments with Peanut probably sum it up. The birth of a child is a
moment when the mundane meets the sublime. The physicality is
overwhelming and the magic of a life is incomprehensible. And it
happens every day in every place – including our apartment in
Chicago one day last March.
Tomorrow: pregnancy and birth in the USA vs. in the
Netherlands.
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