Sorry to vent here, mamas. Fair warning that's what's about to happen.
I am so rundown and tired of swimming upstream right now. I want a homebirth. I want the birth I choose, not the one chosen for me. But the judgement everwhere is leaving me feeling alone and exhausted.
DH supports the homebirth (this is our first pregnancy), but he is so far the only one (besides, of course, our midwife).
My parents found out and called me stupid and selfish. After that, we didn't even tell his parents we weren't birthing at the hospital.
I made the mistake of mentioning it in the breakroom at work last week. When someone said, "are you going to X hospital in town or Y hospital?" I just said, "neither. I'm going to my living room." That person spent the next 15 minutes telling me all the reasons this was dangerous and why I shouldn't be doing it.
Did I mention said person was a man?
I have so far had to see two people at my HMO during my pregnancy. I had to see them each once, or my insurance wouldn't pay if I had to have an emergency xfer to the hospital.
The second person, an MD, was enraged I had so far refused any ultrasounds (I'm 12 weeks and they've already tried to get me to have two). I told her I wouldn't get one unless my midwife explained to me why I had to have one, and that so far, only my HMO wants one for reasons they will not make clear.
She told me this was not the time for me to be selfish, then suggested I might have a fibroid because I was too big for 12 weeks, thus another reason to "get in there with an US and take a look."
She then tried to find a heartbeat by looking near my belly button with a doppler (my uterus at 12 weeks is no where NEAR there). She stopped because she said she was getting too frustrated and said this is exactly why I needed an ultra sound.
I continued to refuse, saying that it's not that crazy to not be able to locate an HB at 12 weeks, and she abruptly ended our appointment, saying there was no more she could do for me.
Meanwhile, my MIL is breathing down our neck wanting to know the gender of this baby, even though we have said we have no desire to know before the birth. She keeps asking, "well how will you decide how to decorate the nursery?!" I told her, "the baby is going to be somewhere near 20 inches long, Barb. It doesn't need its own room, and we aren't moving out of our one-bedroom apartment. When the baby comes, it will sleep with us." She thought this was "medieval."
I'm just so exhausted. I'm tired of the judgements, the scare stories, the intimidation. I'm ready to just give up on my homebirth because I don't know if I can fight this system anymore.
The cherry on top was an email from my stepsister this morning. She just had a baby, and found out I was pregnant. She had this to say,
"I hope you aren't planning one of those hippie childbirths. That crap has nothing on a nice epidural. Instead of painful contractions every five minutes, I felt nothing! I was reading a magazine and chatting with the nurse the whole time!"
I'm sorry to be negative. I am. I am just ready to give up and I don't know what to do. DH is behind me, but I feel like he and I are alone in this, and I'm feeling so overwhelmed. I want people in my life to tell me how happy they are for us, but instead, they're too busy telling us everything we're doing wrong.
I am so rundown and tired of swimming upstream right now. I want a homebirth. I want the birth I choose, not the one chosen for me. But the judgement everwhere is leaving me feeling alone and exhausted.
DH supports the homebirth (this is our first pregnancy), but he is so far the only one (besides, of course, our midwife).
My parents found out and called me stupid and selfish. After that, we didn't even tell his parents we weren't birthing at the hospital.
I made the mistake of mentioning it in the breakroom at work last week. When someone said, "are you going to X hospital in town or Y hospital?" I just said, "neither. I'm going to my living room." That person spent the next 15 minutes telling me all the reasons this was dangerous and why I shouldn't be doing it.
Did I mention said person was a man?
I have so far had to see two people at my HMO during my pregnancy. I had to see them each once, or my insurance wouldn't pay if I had to have an emergency xfer to the hospital.
The second person, an MD, was enraged I had so far refused any ultrasounds (I'm 12 weeks and they've already tried to get me to have two). I told her I wouldn't get one unless my midwife explained to me why I had to have one, and that so far, only my HMO wants one for reasons they will not make clear.
She told me this was not the time for me to be selfish, then suggested I might have a fibroid because I was too big for 12 weeks, thus another reason to "get in there with an US and take a look."
She then tried to find a heartbeat by looking near my belly button with a doppler (my uterus at 12 weeks is no where NEAR there). She stopped because she said she was getting too frustrated and said this is exactly why I needed an ultra sound.
I continued to refuse, saying that it's not that crazy to not be able to locate an HB at 12 weeks, and she abruptly ended our appointment, saying there was no more she could do for me.
Meanwhile, my MIL is breathing down our neck wanting to know the gender of this baby, even though we have said we have no desire to know before the birth. She keeps asking, "well how will you decide how to decorate the nursery?!" I told her, "the baby is going to be somewhere near 20 inches long, Barb. It doesn't need its own room, and we aren't moving out of our one-bedroom apartment. When the baby comes, it will sleep with us." She thought this was "medieval."
I'm just so exhausted. I'm tired of the judgements, the scare stories, the intimidation. I'm ready to just give up on my homebirth because I don't know if I can fight this system anymore.
The cherry on top was an email from my stepsister this morning. She just had a baby, and found out I was pregnant. She had this to say,
"I hope you aren't planning one of those hippie childbirths. That crap has nothing on a nice epidural. Instead of painful contractions every five minutes, I felt nothing! I was reading a magazine and chatting with the nurse the whole time!"
I'm sorry to be negative. I am. I am just ready to give up and I don't know what to do. DH is behind me, but I feel like he and I are alone in this, and I'm feeling so overwhelmed. I want people in my life to tell me how happy they are for us, but instead, they're too busy telling us everything we're doing wrong.




















