All about my uneventful hospital birth and my plans to home birth the rest of my kids

Our daughter's birth proved two things. One, that indeed there were reasons why a person from a developing country might reject this first world's interpretation of healthcare. I don't blame any single employee or system for my water breaking or the tub or any of the hospital-related unpleasantries. Those just come with the territory of business. Two, and more importantly, it proved to my boyfriend that many women are capable of giving birth on their own.

My pain-med-free four-day induction

Like many first time pregnant moms I envisioned that my labor and delivery would go a certain way. I planned a natural birth using Bradley Method techniques, hired a doula, and anticipated laboring at home for as long as possible before heading to the hospital to deliver. I wanted minimal medical interventions and no drugs. I managed to pull off the no pain medication and a vaginal birth, but only after a four day induction and a heap of drugs helped get me there. Here's how it all went down.

My unmedicated, unassisted, impromptu and awesome home birth

My entire birthing experience was prefaced and affected by this determination I had to make the delivery go "perfectly" — or at least perfect from my perspective. A lot of my pregnancy had been frustrating on some petty levels — basically, we had had to rearrange a lot of our lives in ways we didn't want based on when we conceived, and I developed an autoimmune disorder in my second trimester.

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A home water birth in a developing country with a homebirth ban

I woke up at 6:30 with what felt like menstrual cramps. I don't know how many times I've read that phrase at the beginning of the scores of birth stories I've read over the months but it just didn't seem real now that it was actually happening to me. I knew then that this was definitely labor, but couldn't imagine I'd have a baby at the end of the day.

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My aunt adopted my daughter: how I birthed my niece

In early 2008, I realized I was pregnant. Now to an outside observer it would seem a rather obvious outcome. I had just engaged in my first act of sexual intercourse, we didn't use protection and I had no idea where I was on my cycle. I was 23 and had just started my second semester of college.