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We couldn't find a childbirth class we liked so we made up our own

I knew almost immediately that the class was not what I was expecting it to be. I expected my husband to be a little resistant, but I also expected to feel like I should defend the class. I couldn't. He said he hated how it all felt like a sales pitch for itself, that it tried to tell us, "Yes, you CAN have an unmedicated birth, but only with US!" and I agreed with him. He hated the format of the class, too — the instructor read us questions straight out of the workbook and we wrote down the answers. Not a good learning style for either of us. I don't know how much of this is related to the method, and how much was our particular instructor. I know Bradley classes are great for some people. They just weren't right for us.

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An emergency c-section birth story: preparing for the unexpected

My son Max was born on September 18, 2012 with several other first-born baby boys. According to the nurses, the days leading up to severe thunder storms tend to bring in lots of first-time births where the expectant mom's water breaks. The day before, I had decided to work late in order to finish as much as I could, just in case baby came early.

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We didn't make it to the hospital in time so our son was accidentally born at home

When my call got answered, it turned out there were no rooms available at my nearby hospital other than the intake rooms (smaller, no gas and air on tap, uncomfortable beds). The midwife offered to ring around the other hospitals in Stockholm (which would later turn out to also be full), but in the end thinking that there was a good few hours left to go I said I'd stay home, take a bath and call back later.

Petitioning fate while you're expecting: 9 lessons for those planning unmedicated deliveries

Childbirth can feel like it's going to be a train coming through your body. If you're a parent-to-be, you already know you're getting ready for what some consider one of life's big journeys — as in childbirth first, motherhood second. That's the order you think in if you're like me and didn't grow up around a lot of kids. The real journey is being a parent, but you don't realize it. At least I didn't, at first.