These are my reasons for doing it….
Being able to eat nice food after (yes parma ham!).
You can still go to hospital when ever you like, just like any other labour.
I poo alot when I’m in labour.
I moo alot when I’m in labour.
I get naked alot when I’m in labour.
My inner control freak HATES the fact you can’t decide exactly when you go into labour. Being in control of my environment is the next best thing.
Burning Diptyque candles make any situation better.
Because every second person says ‘you’re brave’. They mean ‘stupid’. Which makes me want to prove them wrong.
Apart from the beach, home is my happiest place. Happy place = easier labour.
I can have a cry afterwards for no apparent reason without worrying the person next bed is listening.
You get your very own midwife.
My own bed.
My own loo.
My own shower.
Statistically its safer. Love a stat.
No time restraint or shift changes.
Saves an argument with the husband about the way he drives (for the record he brakes too suddenly).
Saves an argument about not having money for the car park (one job!!!).
Less ‘hands-up vag’ moments. There is nothing more soul destroying than being told you are ONLY 3 cm dilated.
Did I mention how much I poo and moo?
And that I reaaally like Parma ham. Ideally eaten on pizza, in bed, after giving birth.
[…] Shortly after, I remember reading some blog posts from my old uni pal Clemmie Telford, author of Mother of all Lists about her own home birth and I have to admit, I was totally won over at the thought of pizza in bed […]