Seriously ladies, I love all these responses. Not only is there some great advice in this thread, I'm just so psyched to hear about all the positive experiences with HB.
My husband is totally on board with HB. He actually watched The Business of Being Born before I did, and after I told him I was pregnant, he insisted we should sit down and watch it together. His only reticence is our apartment neighbors, but frankly, I don't give a rip about them. This pregnancy and birth is about me and my little one, no one else.
This idea of the way other mammals birth, in small cozy spaces, totally resonates with me. I am a Libra, and my home is my haven. I would rather be there in my nest than almost anywhere else in the world.
I think the only people we'll need to "sell" on the non BC or Hospital birth are our relatives, who are all loving people, but decidedly close-minded. I know, I know, it's not their birth, but still, I'm not psyched about all the criticisms. Thankfully, the family matriarch, my 80+ year old grandma, is absolutely behind HB, and loves reminding people that she and her mamma were born at home.
Okay, now that I've said that, I have to share this piece of family lore about home birth. Sorry if I'm rambling, but I just want to share this with the other HBirthers out there.
My great-grandmother was born at home in a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere in Kentucky. She was a twin, and when she and her sister arrived, they were attended by a male rural doctor and his female midwife assistant.
The doctor immediately pronounced my great-grandmother as near-dead and unlikely to survive the next several hours of life. He put her aside on a table and began ministering to her sister. The nurse midwife absolutely insisted that the other twin, my great-granma, could be saved, and that she simply needed some attention. The doctor told her not to waste her time or to be "foolish and sentimental."
Well, like a good midwife, she relied on her instincts and experience.
She took the cold and barely breathing baby and held her in a bucket of warm water, then wrapped her in linens. She placed the infant in a basket by the warm stove, and rubbed the baby's limbs. Sure enough, after about an hour, my great-grandma was breathing normally and began crying like a champ. She lived into her 90s, and outlived every sibling, including her twin.
That's a story that's been handed down in our family, and while it's probably gotten more exaggerated as time's gone on, I still love it. It gives me hope and inspiration for the power of not only midwife care, but the magic of home birthing.