My Home.
Say those words to yourself, out loud, and tell me what comes to mind? What do you think about?
I think about my family... the loves of my life. I think about comfort and peace and love.
When I found out I was pregnant I hesitated before calling my OB. I wasn't in a hurry to get a blood test confirmation because I was already 100% sure and I could pretty much pinpoint my due date so the only other thing was seeing my itty bitty on an ultra sound. And I had plenty of time to do that. Plus I started to question whether or not I was going to go my usual route of Dr./hospital birth. My Choice... remember? I sure did.
Before I got pregnant I told myself that IF it were to happen again I would attempt a HVBAC, (Home Vaginal Birth After Cesarean) or Home Birth. And there was a large part of me that never thought it would happen... oops! ;)
The end of May fast approached and I figured no matter what my birthing plans would end up being I should at least go in and get checked. So I called my OB and made an appt. to go in the 1st week of June. I didn't mention my thoughts about potentially having a home birth and instead I made an appt. to go back a month later... I was just letting things happen. I was letting the decision be made for me and I wasn't changing things. My husband was naturally opposed to the idea, but after everything positive that had happened in the past he was much more open to hearing my thoughts and feelings about it. And he kept the door open to the idea.
I wound up speaking with 2 of my girlfriends who I considered to be pros at home birthing and asked them for the names of the midwives who delivered their babies. I decided I owed it to myself to at least go meet with them to get a better feeling before making a final decision. And I wanted my husband to meet them as well. I called their office to get some information and to make an appt. to come in and was told that I would have to sign an arbitration agreement if I decided to home birth with them. Huh? Really? But I was told to never sign one of those... hmmmmmm. I casually said thank you and ended the conversation.
I couldn't get it out of my head... Add to that the fact that I was extremely uncomfortable with the idea of leaving my OB. He was my dr. for years and I trusted him implacably. I didn't want to have that conversation with him... I wasn't ready to "dump" him. So I went to my 2nd appt. and made a 3rd for the following month.
I continued to speak with friends, soliciting advice, and after one conversation specifically where we talked about the arbitration agreement I realized that all I was doing was letting these so called "obstacles" just stand in my way of going for what I really wanted. It was time for me to stand up once again and follow my gut. My heart. I called the midwives office back, that day, and set the meeting for my husband and I to go in for a meet n' greet. And it went off without a hitch. They definitely sold me and somewhat sold my husband. Enough for me to make an appt. for my next check up and to work up enough courage to call my OB to break the news. I decided to have my baby at home. My Home.
Before I got pregnant I told myself that IF it were to happen again I would attempt a HVBAC, (Home Vaginal Birth After Cesarean) or Home Birth. And there was a large part of me that never thought it would happen... oops! ;)
The end of May fast approached and I figured no matter what my birthing plans would end up being I should at least go in and get checked. So I called my OB and made an appt. to go in the 1st week of June. I didn't mention my thoughts about potentially having a home birth and instead I made an appt. to go back a month later... I was just letting things happen. I was letting the decision be made for me and I wasn't changing things. My husband was naturally opposed to the idea, but after everything positive that had happened in the past he was much more open to hearing my thoughts and feelings about it. And he kept the door open to the idea.
I wound up speaking with 2 of my girlfriends who I considered to be pros at home birthing and asked them for the names of the midwives who delivered their babies. I decided I owed it to myself to at least go meet with them to get a better feeling before making a final decision. And I wanted my husband to meet them as well. I called their office to get some information and to make an appt. to come in and was told that I would have to sign an arbitration agreement if I decided to home birth with them. Huh? Really? But I was told to never sign one of those... hmmmmmm. I casually said thank you and ended the conversation.
I couldn't get it out of my head... Add to that the fact that I was extremely uncomfortable with the idea of leaving my OB. He was my dr. for years and I trusted him implacably. I didn't want to have that conversation with him... I wasn't ready to "dump" him. So I went to my 2nd appt. and made a 3rd for the following month.
I continued to speak with friends, soliciting advice, and after one conversation specifically where we talked about the arbitration agreement I realized that all I was doing was letting these so called "obstacles" just stand in my way of going for what I really wanted. It was time for me to stand up once again and follow my gut. My heart. I called the midwives office back, that day, and set the meeting for my husband and I to go in for a meet n' greet. And it went off without a hitch. They definitely sold me and somewhat sold my husband. Enough for me to make an appt. for my next check up and to work up enough courage to call my OB to break the news. I decided to have my baby at home. My Home.
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