Why next time I would have a homebirth

Do you remember the story of the night Maria gave birth to Jesus?  She wasn't booked in some fancy hospital were they brought her ice chips, gave meds for the pain, checked the heart rates, stick ed they hands were is does not belong.  There wasn't people trying to talk her into a Cesarean or told her she can't walk and be comfortable.  NO ....

She did it in a stall! Lying on hay with a cow mooing next to her.

She didn't have a doctor, gynie or midwife.

Jesus grew up to be a pretty awesome guy without being born in a hospital.

Maria also didn't die from doing it alone.

Josef didn't think she was crazy for trusting her own body.  He didn't argue with her because their medical aid and insurance didn't cover home births.  He stood by her, supporting her.  Probably rubbed her back when she had contractions.

So why not me? Why not all woman? Why did that hell hole they call a hospital became the norm for birth.

Here is how I see it.  You go to a doctor/gynie who, for nine months, try to convince you, to cut your baby out instead of birthing naturally.  If and when you hold out till the end you get checked like some facebook update on when the baby is coming and if everything is ok.

So the day arrives, your body tells you it is time for the baby to come. (Shocking hay, that your body can actually do that, not just doctors)  You rush to the hospital in mixed emotions.  Soon you will be holding your baby, this is such a special, happy and joyish moment.

Then you get there ......

Your smile soon fades, when some unfriendly nurse tells you to go lie on the bed and not move until some one comes to help you.  Anxious but still exited you do as your told.

Then comes the nurse, lifts your legs, probably stick her hand up your you know what and emotionless tells you how far you are.

Now it is time for your enema... Gross!! I get sick just thinking that they squirt soap and water into a place where things are only suppose to come out not in, just so you don't mess on their sheets, and create more work for them.

The next main concern is giving you pain meds, you don't really need it but they don't want to listen to your moaning and screaming, so they talk you into it.

With little if any help baby is finally born.  You haven't even looked at him, properly then he gets taken away to be weighed, measured and bathed.  As if any of those things are important?!  Then baby finlay comes to you, they try and show you how to breastfeed, but because uneducated it fails and baby is giving a bottle.

As shocking as all this is, this is reality.

I was so blessed to have found a great active birth centre before Snoekie was born.