Saturday, March 8, 2014

Deepti’s birth story Deepti and Vikram Ahuja

I feel blessed to have chosen to birth at the birth center for my baby’s delivery. After attending the Lamaze classes with the birth centers director and midwife (along with my husband and mom) we decided that this is exactly the kind of birth I want – Natural, normal and without any medical interventions. Even before I conceived, I knew that C-section was not something I want and the Birth Center’s approach towards birth seemed to click with me perfectly!
The antenatal sessions were unrushed unlike the sessions I had at the corporate hospital I was going to before switching to the birth center. The sessions were good fun with the midwife adding her touch of humour and funny stories during the sessions … we would actually look forward to our ANC meetings at clinic. Mainly all our queries were answered patiently with detailed explanations..this is a luxury that you don’t get if you are birthing elsewhere.
Of course the way my entire labour and delivery was handled needs a more elaborate and detailed mention here because “my dream of having a normal and natural birth would have remained a dream if I was not at the birth center”. My water broke on Friday morning and I called the center director to inform her ..of course I was tensed as I had heard that once your water breaks you need to rush to the hospital/birthing center. But she was calm and just asked me to eat well and relax and wait till contractions begin. But wow … there were no contractions that entire day (If I were going to a hospital I would have had a c-sec delivery within 12 hours of water breaking). The team at the center monitored me daily for any infections or complications… but my contractions refused to start for 2 days. Finally after Day 3 they started me on herbs and homeopathic that kick started the contractions but not in the rhythm we wanted. Day 4 – again stronger dose of herbs, homeopathic and breast pump but contractions did not pick up till early evening and I was sent home. Finally, contractions picked up on Day 5 at 5 am. During all this the center director and midwife was with me over the phone … taking my multiple calls at unearthly hours… and guiding throughout.
Finally on Day 5 I was in early labour. What was amazing is the continuous and 24/7 labour support given by the nurses. They are part of this amazing team at the center and are extremely warm, you instantly feel at home with them. They made me squat, walk, climb stairs – kept me active throughout and also massaged my back with each and every contraction!! Now isn’t that a real luxury?
Then there was a twist … my contractions started to slow down and looked like the baby would never come out. I was disheartened and asked the director to do a C-sec ..yes I never wanted it but at that moment and after going through 5 days of stress and slow labour I just wanted to get it over with. And then what did she do … She did a ‘labour dance’ with me!!! She said “Come on … lets dance” and went all over the room ballroom dancing with me. I don’t know what effect that had on me but it lifted my spirits and also kick started the labour… my guess is that the psychological effect triggered the physical labour process.
All through active labour I decided to labour on the toilet seat and refused to get up and come out ..so instead of forcing me to come out into the room the midwife came into the bathroom, sat with me and held my hand through the contractions. Just knowing that someone is patiently sitting with you and quietly understanding the pain you are going through meant a lot !! Finally it was time to push and I went into some kind of trance … all I know is that I could hear only one voice encouraging me to push out my baby and finally there he was. Such a cute little being straight into my arms staring at me intently 

A huge Thank you to the entire  team for making my dream of a natural birth come true. I wish the center grows leaps and bounds and touches many more to-be moms with a wonderful birthing experience.

Water Birth Story Anne Jacob

Anne Jacob works as an Assistant Professor at the KMEA Engineering College, Pookattupady, Ernakulam. When her husband Jacob Mathew and she conceived their first baby, she started going for Lamaze classes at the local Birth center. “Actually it was my mother in law who put me on to it. She had a friend at her club in Kottayam, whose daughter had taken the classes at the center. When I joined, I was really happy to experience that everything was so down to earth, and I could ask any doubts that I had and would get complete attention and explanations.” Anne.
When Anne conceived, she was sure that she wanted a C-section. “All of the women on my mother’s side of the family had only had Caesarean births. I thought it was the best way to handle a birth – and I totally supported it. I was totally nervous about the pain of childbirth. It was after I started Lamaze that I began to hear the other side of the story – and started understanding that this was not the best procedure for your body. I talked to my friends, who have had C-sections, and all of them told me about how long it took for their body to recover and about other complications and hassles they had to face. “
“On my husband’s side of the family, they have all had normal deliveries. So when I started understanding things more clearly, I started to change my mind. By the time I was at my fifth Lamaze class, my fear about childbirth was almost gone. I understood how my body works, what this experience would be like and how I could deal with it.” As a routine part of the classes, the midwife discusses all the birth options that are available to the mothers, and then they choose which they prefer. Anne was really intrigued by the idea of a water birth and how it would help ease the pain. “I checked all of the information available on the internet. By the end of it, I was sure that this was the way for me to have the baby.”
The birth experience was quite amazing and different from what Anne had anticipated. “My pregnancy progressed past 40 weeks. But we were going for hospital checkups as well, so the last scan we did showed that everything was normal, so we were quite cool about everything.” At forty one weeks and a few days, Anne’s contractions began. “We were in contact with the birth center midwife over the phone. We didn’t rush to the center immediately or anything. It started very early in the morning, so my husband and I walked for quite some time outside the house…the road was empty because it was so early. When the day began and people started coming out, we decided to go for a drive. We kept driving around, and once in a while I would have a contraction. We were waiting for the labor to really be established.”
They arrived at the Birth center in the afternoon. Anne waked around the bedroom, till she was dilated enough to enter the warm waters of the pool. “The room was dim, and the music was so lovely. I was so relaxed” says Anne. “ When I got into the water, it felt like I was floating. There was none of the heaviness that I was feeling on the ground. I was completely relaxed, almost dozing I think. In between, I would feel a really intense contraction – but I can’t really call it pain. It was just a wave of a ‘tight grip’ which would come and then go. After some time, the baby crowned, and I touched her head. It was unbelievable… I was so overcome with happiness! The baby was so calm – she wasn’t in discomfort, or crying…when Jacob cut the cord, that was when she started crying.”
Baby Manna was born at 4.15 p.m. Mother and baby were examined and pronounced totally fine. Anne went back home at 7.00 p.m. that same evening.  Anne reminisces, “It was so wonderful – it was like the two midwives who supported the birth were like my own family – my own sister, mother or best friend. They were there to do everything I needed in support. They were my angels. The actual experience was so much better than I had expected it to be!” Post Partum visits from  the midwives to Anne’s home continued for 90 days.
Does Anne feel different since the experience? “ Yeah, I think I was quieter before…now I am stronger when it comes to making decisions…I somehow feel more alive now.” “I also used to be afraid of water ever since I was a child. Since I chose to have a water birth and actually experienced this, I have completely lost this fear of mine!”
Jacob, Anne’s husband is a Structural Designer.  He was present throughout the birth. He says the biggest thing for him was that he actually got to be part of an experience that he had only heard about till now. “I didn’t have much tension, as Anne said – in my family all the births were normal. So I didn’t have a fear of complications automatically attached to the idea of a birth. And we had seen videos and done our own research about water births. We knew that we were in good hands.” There are things that have really been brought home by this experience though. “I have seen and experienced for myself that in hospitals many times, the reasons for having C-sections is overrated. Of course, there may be cases where it is required, but I think many times, there is over intervention. Every pregnancy past the due date is not dangerous, and having the cord around the baby’s neck is not a primary danger either. Our baby had her cord around the neck, but it was easily slipped off with some help when she came into the water. So there are many workable solutions to many of these things without having direct intervention as the first resort.”



Such a Wonderful Feeling HarshaThachery

For Harsha and JugualThachery, having their baby in the water was not something that was pre-planned. In many ways a typical urban couple, Harsha and Jugul waited to have a baby when they were ready to have one. And when they conceived, it was Harsha’s mother who recommended they check out Lamaze classes at the local birth centre.
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Through attending the classes, the couple got to know more about the whole journey of pregnancy and childbirth. “I never wanted a C-section” says Harsha. “And everyone in my family has had a history of normal births, in a hospital, of course...so I wasn’t too worried about that.” Throughout the pregnancy, the couple did simultaneous consultations with their obstetrician in a hospital, as well as visits to, the at the Birth centre. “But the experiences were so different. In the hospital it was quite impersonal – we were just another case to them. There was no connection to me or my baby. At the birth center, we could take our time talking about our doubts and ask all the questions we wanted. The midwife was better than the nurses I met at the hospital. They bonded with us, so it became a personal connection, which was so reassuring.”
“I had a checkup at 35 weeks with my doctor, and a little while later with the midwives at the Birth centre. When I was checked through palpation, she found out that the baby was in the breech position – which the doctor had not told us, even though we there just minutes before! They told us what exercises to do to get the baby to turn around, which I did. A week later when we had a scan, the baby had turned around and was all set to come out.”
We saw several videos of water births. “The mothers were so calm, with their eyes closed… so involved in the experience they were having. It really made me want to have a similar experience, without having a whole group of people fussing around me, says Harsha. Jugul adds, “we really wanted to keep an open mind, and deal with things as they came. Without being completely for or against anything. Fortunately, as the pregnancy progressed we felt more and more comfortable with this option and we were able to go with it.”
The baby decided to begin her entry at 40 weeks and 3 days. This was past the estimated ‘due date’. The contractions began very slowly, and were very spaced out. “I actually went shopping that day, and had an occasional contraction” laughs Harsha. By the evening they were closer together, but I was not in discomfort, so we went out for dinner. It was in the middle of dinner that they started intensifying. We got in touch with the birth center; they confirmed that this was just the beginning of the process. That night I couldn’t sleep. There were the contractions, and I was also so excited that I was so close to seeing the baby!”
Harsha kept track of the contractions with an application she downloaded off the internet. Jugul was good at assisting – “She was managing it well, and all I needed to do was massage as we had been instructed when the contraction happened.” Later in the evening, Harsha’s water broke, and the next stage of labor began. At the Birth center, things were pretty cool “All I wanted to eat was fruits, so I was eating mangoes and walking around when the contractions came.” By 8.30 p.mHarsha was dilated enough to enter the pool.
“It was so soothing. The relaxing music and candlelight had me so relaxed that I actually dozed off for a few minutes in between! I asked them to switch the music off because it was making me go to sleep.” Things felt different in the water. “Being in the water made the contractions much easier to handle. And my caregivers were there throughout. No one was giving me any specific instructions – I just allowed my body to do its own thing, and pushed according to my body’s need.”
“I remember the baby’s head crowning…it was such a wonderful feeling. The next thing I remember was holding her in my arms in the water. I kind of spaced out in between for a few minutes. There was a little bit of a tear, which was sutured so perfectly by the midwife. I had absolutely no problems sitting or any additional discomfort in my body!”
Harsha adds that no medication of any sort was required, and baby Veda started feeding normally without any trouble. “The best part was that I went home in a few hours and that night I slept soundly in my own bed!” Looking back on the experience Harsha muses, “I’m actually considered the weakling of my family. No one could believe that I could do this. Now, I feel that I can handle any situation and I’m really proud that I had my baby in this manner and did not resort to any medication or intervention.”


For Jugul the decision was reinforced by the trust he felt in the team at the birth center. “I always knew that Harsha was capable of handling anything that she put her heart into. And I knew that the support team would always be upfront and honest about the situation, whatever happened, so I was not worried. You know, if we are in the hospital there is so much tension, anxiety, separation from the family – so many negative things associated to such a positive experience. Plus, at the center the atmosphere is so cozy, just like a home – so in so many ways I was happy we did this. Whatever happened, I was more confident about the situation if I was present in the room, and not waiting in some other room in a hospital. And throughout the birth, Harsha was never in distress, so I was not tense at all.” After this experience, the couple is sure that if and when they have another child, they would go for the water birth option again, without any hesitation.

Birth in a crowd, noisy and loud!!!!Hopes for a home birth next time….. Fey Weston

I gave birth to my first baby in Bangalore last March. Many of my friends in the UK had had water births and spoke highly of them. I was keen to have a water birth myself and ideally a home birth. At the time I was due there was no possibility of water birth in Bangalore and no midwives were available for a home delivery so I decided to go to the new and well recommended hospital which was only ten minutes’ drive from my home.

A little fearful of the stories about people in India being strapped to a bed as soon as they went to the labor ward and being pushed to have unnecessary caesareans, I advised the two gynecologists I consulted at the hospital that I would like to have as natural a birth as possible.

On the 5th of March 2011, I awoke at 6.30 am and my contractions were already only five minutes apart. I paced the apartment for an hour before waking up my husband and then had some breakfast and tried to keep myself busy, as I wanted to spend as little time as possible at the hospital. Around 11.30 am my contractions were three minutes apart so we went to the hospital and went straight to the delivery room. The room was spacious and clean and although hooked up to the monitor, I was able to walk around a little or get on my knees as discussed with the gynecologists. My husband was there the whole time (the cricket was on in the background!) and towards the end a nurse supported me on one side whilst he supported the other. At some point a junior doctor came into the room (many people came in and out and had a good look around during the whole process, at one point I think there were about ten people in the room) and shouted at the nurse because I was not in bed. The poor nurse tried to explain that I didn't want to be but was quickly shot down by the junior doctor, I think I may have shouted at her at this point and my husband also explained that the gynecologist was ok with this when luckily one of them came in and told her it was perfectly fine. I was given laughing gas and air, though I couldn't get the hang of it for some time (I certainly didn't get the giggling fits you see on TV!) and managed well through the contractions but after what felt like "one more push" for the thousandth time, the gynecologist used a ventouse and then forceps. Not exactly what I had planned, but not too far off. Baby Olivia was born at 6.30 pm, exactly 12 hours after my contractions had started.

As soon as Olivia arrived, my husband was asked to go to the finance office because they hadn't received all of the papers from the insurance company. He refused to leave but was constantly pestered until he went. After cleaning up we moved to a recovery room which again was private and perfectly fine, however we were again pestered by people constantly coming in and out of the room and turning on the lights without asking all through the night. The nurses came in at regular intervals to give me (and sometimes Olivia) medicine, tablets or injections without explaining what it was and what it was for and seemed extremely shocked that I would want to know and didn't always know the answer. When Olivia had to go for tests, injections or a bath they wanted to take her alone, without either myself or my husband being present, however when we insisted then they did let us accompany her. I was treated like an invalid and was asked to get into a wheelchair the first time I left the room (they eventually let me leave when I insisted it was really not necessary). As everything was fine with Olivia I wanted to leave as soon as possible as we had hardly slept the night before due to the constant comings and goings.  However since I had had stitches they wanted us to stay another night but said we could leave at 11 am the next day. We spent another sleepless night in the hospital and packed up ready to leave at 11 but did not get out until 4 pm due to constant delays in checks and paperwork.

My pregnancy, labour and postnatal period all went well and I was satisfied with the antenatal care provided by the doctors. The gynecologists had both spent time in the UK so understood my concerns and wishes and kept me totally informed about everything. However over the two days I spent in the hospital I would estimate 30 different people (excluding personal visitors) came into my room. The constant stream of people during and after labour (nurses, cleaners, catering staff, people just having a look at the white woman), the giving of medicine without explanation (including painkillers when I was not even asked if I would like them) and the administrative issues did somewhat cloud the experience and reinforce my hope for a home birth next time.




Giving Birth, Feeling Powerful - Shilpa Phadke


I was having the time of my life. Nothing had prepared me for this possibility. At best I had hoped to cope well and to retain my sense of equanimity through the process. At the most I had hoped to have a sense of control over my own body. At the least I’d wished to retain a sense of self through the process. But this – this was something else!

I had never felt more keenly the power of my own body – not when I hiked up steep trails, not when I danced the night away, and not even when I successfully managed a difficult yogic pose. As I sat on a birth-stool I knew this was the most visceral thing I had ever done in my life and the most visceral thing I would ever do.

I had done the exercises and the yoga and practiced the breathing. I was eating better than I had ever done in my adult life. I had read many books and visited dozens of internet sites on the subject. I had heard the stories and been to the ante-natal classes. Each person told me their truth of giving birth. Some said it was the most painful thing they’d done. My mother told me her dislocated elbow had hurt more than childbirth. One friend told me that it was the loneliest thing she’d done – eventually it was just she and the baby. Most said that the best thing about it was that eventually the pain would end.

There I was, sitting on a birth-stool, my mother on one side of me and my midwife on the other side, feeling my baby inch her way out of my body, to begin her life as an independent being. It was 6.30 a.m. in the morning and I was in an alien nursing home environment with an unknown obstetrician. This was not how I had planned my baby’s birth.

I’d had an incredibly happy pregnancy, marked by lots of delicious sleep in the first trimester, travel in the second and incredible pampering from my husband, family and friends in the third. This included my very enjoyable visits to the obstetrician which were marked much more by teasing camaraderie and discussions on art (my husband, Abhay edits ART India and my OB an art lover) rather than anything to do with my pregnancy. My doctor treated my pregnancy as an everyday non-event and never ever mentioned that I was on the wrong side of the magic figure before which women “ought” to reproduce. This also included the hour-long conversations I could have at my meetings with my midwife, as also my ante-natal classes with my childbirth educator where my over-informed questions were welcomed rather than shushed. My thrice-weekly yoga class with kept the endorphins flowing. Further, a Craniosacral Therapist had even managed to cure my sinus, a condition I had lived with for over a decade!

I knew that my baby in the last few weeks had descended and was in the Left Occiput Anterior (LOA) position, one of the most facilitative for her birth. I had a midwife I trusted and an obstetrician I felt comfortable with. I was ready and it looked like my baby was ready too. The evening before my daughter was born my husband, a friend and I had been on a longish walk and then sat around drinking herbal tea until almost midnight. As we talked and laughed, I wondered how many days of such leisurely teatime we had left.

It was 3.30 am in the morning when I woke up wanting to use the loo – a completely unremarkable occurrence in late pregnancy. It had only been about ten days since the weight of my tummy had become an obstacle and so I got out of bed in my newly unwieldy fashion only to feel a trickle of water and thought, ah it’s starting, the labour is starting. I was then nearly 39 weeks pregnant. I imagined from all that I had read that I would get back into bed, sleep for a few more hours, call my midwife in the morning and then figure out when to head for the hospital. And then within fifteen minutes I found myself in the middle of what seemed to be the most excruciating contractions. These made me rather anxious since everything I’d learnt had suggested that the onset of labour was slow and the contractions mild at the beginning.

I woke up Abhay who woke up my mum. By 4.30 a.m. My midwife arrived and tried to time my rather erratic contractions. “I really feel like pushing”, I said feeling rather confused for pushing was supposed to come later, much later! My midwife was unfazed and said she’d better check how far the cervix had dilated. Two minutes later she looked up and uttered the most terrifying words – “Your baby is ready to be born,” she said. “It’s two inches from crowning. We need to find a hospital close by.”

Apparently I was not going to get to my chosen hospital and more importantly for me, I wasn’t going to have my OB present at the birth. Not wanting to be in an alien hospital with unknown doctors, I suggested to my midwife that we do this at home given that my baby was ready. She said she didn't have anything with her and our best bet was to ask my OB to recommend someone close by. I was trying to deal with the idea that I would have to give birth without the reassuring presence of my doctor whose high fives and teasing humour I had counted on to make my birth easier.

And so it was that I found myself in an unfamiliar nursing home, in the labour room, where one other woman was already labouring – which meant that Abhay couldn’t come in as there was another woman about to give birth too. A resident doctor confirmed what we already knew – my baby was ready to be born. Now it was her and me in this life’s momentous journey. I asked my midwife, desperate for some measure of control, if we could use the birthing stool and before anyone could figure what we were talking about, my midwife had calmly set it up on the labour room table and I was already sitting on it by the time My OB’s obstetrician friend, came in.

None of us want to be faced with a stranger when it’s finally time to actually birth the baby but having been put in this unenviable position, I couldn’t have asked for a better emergency obstetrician even if I’d taken time out to interview for the job! He smiled at us reassuringly even when my midwife produced my birth plan which she’d very wisely asked me to get my original doctor to sign – I of course hadn’t thought to keep it so close at hand so was very grateful for my midwifes foresight. He read through the plan carefully and said – we’ll try and do as much as we can the way you want. And he was as good as his word.

He was completely unobtrusive and let my midwife lead and for that I can’t thank him enough! Flanked by my midwife and my mother, I would hold both their hands through each contraction. As I sat on the birthing stool I discovered that this new unknown doctor went to school with my brother, was a consultant gynecologist to one of my best friends, and went to medical school with my childbirth class instructor. He joked that it was foretold that I would have him attending my daughter’s birth! Even as we spoke I was struck that it was possible to have a coherent and even mildly amusing conversation while giving birth.

Through it all my midwife used warm compresses on my perineum to help it stretch more easily. I'd read in a hypno-birthing book that I could breathe my baby out. This sounded like a plan. Also elsewhere I'd read that if the baby was born slowly it gave the vagina and perineum time to stretch so it wouldn't tear. So I went slow, not pushing too hard. The contractions felt more like intense pressure than pain and strangely I felt able to control how hard I pushed. Between contractions my midwife used a doppler to measure my baby's heartbeat and each time I'd ask, “ Is it ok? and feel a sense of relief when she confirmed that my baby was indeed holding up well.

By this time my midwife figured out I was in no hurry. In an earlier conversation days before the birth I'd confided that my greatest fears, medically speaking were a c-section and in a vaginal birth, tearing. She figured rightly that I was going to take this very slow. So she gave me a push – she suggested that if my baby wasn't born soon, I might have to move off the oh-so-comfortable birth-stool and perhaps (horror of horrors) lie on my back (at this point I was of course too far inside myself to recognise a bluff!). But her bluff worked – no way was anyone going to get me off that stool. In two pushes my baby was out. The actual crowning felt like someone was smashing a giant cannonball against my vagina, it felt like the ring of fire I'd read about. But it was mercifully short and in what seemed like seconds my baby was in my arms, her umbilical cord still attached, my/her placenta still inside me.

But most importantly, even in the throes of that intense pain I felt in charge, I was controlling that pain – I was pushing my daughter’s head out into the world, it was my stage and I was performing. My body felt ready to do this – to take on this challenge. My worst fears of childbirth had always been of loss of control rather than of pain and here I felt completely in control. I was the subject, never the object. If there was pain, it was something my body seemed to understand what to do with.

A few minutes later, the doctor asked if he could cut the chord. I asked if it had stopped pulsating. He said it hadn’t and he would wait until it did. Eventually it was my midwife who cut the chord! He asked if I would place a tablet under my tongue to help the uterus to contract faster. I looked at my midwife who nodded. At that point I think both she and I were too grateful for what had been a dream birth to protest at this apparently mild intervention. I took it. In a few minutes I was looking at the beautiful whole placenta and fragments of the amniotic sac. I looked at it in awe while my midwife examined it to ensure it was complete. I had torn only very slightly. I had two stitches which later felt alien but gave me no trouble.

Hours later in the hospital at least three of the nursing staff visited me separately to check out this unusual creature, a woman on the wrong side of thirty-five who had given birth to her first child without any medication. None of them had ever seen such an event!

A few days later I looked up precipitate labour on the net while my baby slept. Reading about it was oddly pretty scary, quite different from living it had been. For many women, the roller-coaster of precipitate labour means dramatic changes in the way they intended to give birth – sometimes too short a labour is as much of a problem as too long a one. Women didn't get to the places they planned to be, babies were born on the road, women ended up with unfamiliar people in their birth rooms, the outcomes were not always comfortable for the women.

For me, luckily my precipitate labour and the four-hour from start to finish labour and birth was a wonderous experience, one that inspired awe in my body. For me it was self affirmingand joyous and a little bit like an unexpected gift – I expected labour, that is, hours of work and effort and I received this almost blissful experience that made me feel more a person with free will and agency not less. Giving birth was a high like no other I've experienced. Within hours I honestly felt, “I can do this again!”.Of course in a day the hormones and with it the high all come crashing down but that's another story!

Sometimes I wonder what it was. Perhaps a mix of things.Sheer serendipity. Genes (my mother had me in six hours start to finish). My brilliance (without false modesty) in knowing I needed a midwife to help me birth. (For without a midwife I would most certainly have had a very different birth story). My conversations with my daughter about a month before her birth where I'd tell her how she and I had to work together to help her be born, that we were a team and we could do it together. My disciplined yoga, breathing and exercise regimen (and never ever before or after so far in my life). An obstetrician who never ever mentioned the words elderly primipara and who assumed that I would have an easy pregnancy and birth. The can't-say-how-wonderful-it-was-enough birth stool which gave me a sense of control and power.

If I think back and analyse it, because I ended up in an unfamiliar space with an unfamiliar obstetrician, my midwife became de facto my primary caregiver. My birth plan listed my initial doctor as my primary caregiver and the others –the midwife, Abhay and my mother as supporting cast. Perhaps in an odd way this helped allow her to assume a more active role in my labour than she might otherwise have.

For hours after my birth, my mother and I looked at each other in awed bewilderment – “What was that?,” we asked each other. Having heard stories of my own birth, where my mother walked around almost until it was time for me to be born, I had imagined that I would have a fairly good birth but this short, beautiful, completely non-medicated and fully-in-my-control birth is something even I could not have dreamed of.

If I had to do it again, I would change only one thing. I would have had my baby at home.