I've done something stupid. With just five weeks to go in my pregnancy, I should not be watching documentaries on birth. I just shouldn't. But I did. It's bad enough that I get scared by my doctor, ultrasound technician, flabotomist and anyone else providing some type of treatment for my prenatal care. I don't need to be scared by Rikki Lake and a bunch of granola midwives on a farm.
Because I'm old and fat, I'm at greater risk of all sorts of things: cromosomal defects, spina bifida, premature birth, misscarriage, a too large baby, a too small baby and a whole bunch of other scary stuff. Good thing hospitals are there to intervene if I need it. Whew! Then I watch this movie and it tells me that just delivering in the hospital can put me at greater risk for unnecessary induction, c-section, a lethargic baby, being strapped to an IV, pitocin (NASTY stuff) and best of all, these things could kill me. STAY AWAY from hospitals. Have that baby at home.
Who's right? I have no idea. I know two people who've had successful home births (one of them is my mom!). And they both thought they were great. I myself had two epidurals and definitely thought they were great. Decisions decisions!