When I was 10, a daughter of a close family friend became pregnant. She was only 16. She went to the "best" OBGYN in town, and planned a normal delivery at the local hospital. I assume she was planning a "normal" medical delivery, with an epi and all that, but it was so long ago, I can't remember a lot of details. Anyway, she wound up with a c-section, and a terrible infection afterwards. It was in the summer time and my mom and I would go over to her house every day (her mom worked) and take care of her and her new baby. We did this for two months.
I watched what she went through, and then I listened to the adults talking about it. Turns out, that "best" OBGYN (one of the only two in town) had a c-section rate of nearly 80%. If you didn't show up pushing, you basically got a c-section.
I decided, right then and there, at the age of 10, that it made no sense at all to me to give birth in a hospital with a doctor who would cause more harm than good.
I was 10 in 1996, and home computers and the internet got REALLY BIG right around them. I had gotten one for Christmas, and we had AOL - remember that? Dial up?

Anyway, I started researching birth then. And I knew I would birth at home.
My interest in all things related to pregnancy and birth never went away. I've always been fascinated by the whole process, and appalled at how doctors and hospitals manage it. I spent much of my teens researching birth, and pregnancy, and long before I ever became pregnant with my first child I was the "resident expert" to everyone I worked with who became pregnant.
My journey to unassisted childbirth didn't begin until I became pregnant with my first son when I was 20. Midwives are illegal in my state, and the ones that practice underground were all too far away and too expensive for my 20-year-old budget.
But no, I don't think my excitement about homebirth has ever really faded. As the years went on, I craved more and more knowledge about the process, and I've always just considered it a hobby. I don't think I am called to be a midwife or a nurse or anything like that, but I love the topic and I love to learn more. I trust in our bodies ability to give birth without intervention. Even now, less than two weeks after my second son's death, I trust my body.
I never, during my first labor (at 42 weeks) considered going to the hospital. There were no freak out moments during the pregnancy or labor where I thought I needed a doctor. I did give birth to my second son in the parking lot of a hospital, but the only reason we were headed that way way because I wasn't 37 weeks (I was 35&5). I always said before 37 weeks, I would go in. And, even though the outcome of his birth was tragic (he had been gone for several days before labor began, he did NOT die during labor, and there was no way a doctor could have "saved" him at any point) the birth was still beautiful, and I am thankful that I was in my car instead of in the hospital, being poked and prodded.