I think I know what you're asking, so I'll just go ahead and ramble too.
Â
For me, in choosing a UC, I had to really make peace with the fact that if something 'happened', I would have no one to blame. That doesn't mean that I would necessarily rest the entire blame on myself, but I would have no one else to direct any hurt/anger/blame/rage/confusion/responsibility on in order to lift some of the inevitable devastation I would feel. At the same time, knowing that the responsibility of educating myself was solely in my own hands (and to an extent, my husband's) -- it definitely pushed me to become so much more educated than I think I would have ever been on pregnancy and birth, and especially all the variations of normal (and not normal) that can go on at a birth. Reading up on statistics, outcomes, personal stories and clinical studies from many different sources didn't scare me but rather showed me that birth, in most cases, is a very natural, normal event. Additionally, having had one home birth and seeing that my midwife was not much more than a licensed witness (no offense to midwives but this was very much her role and a role I believe midwives should play ideally), it led me to really consider just how capable my body was of doing this job that it was made for.
Â
I also feel too, that knowing it's just me and dh -- I am likely to be probably more conservative than a midwife would be in examining exactly how labor is going, trusting my instincts and intuition as well as physical signs and progress and may be more likely to get the care I may need (should I need it) if a situation arose. This may be a negative thing if the situation I sought medical attention for turned out to be a variation of normal and wasn't needed, however, it could be a very valuable thing knowing that no one else is going to make that judgment for me, or advise me, or sway my choice, that I have to make the best decision for me and my baby.
Â
Also, I have a very deep faith. I realize not everyone feels the same way and not everyone agrees but it is the driving force in my life. I believe in God's sovereignty. I believe God is good, His word never fails, and His design is perfect. I believe going into this I am making the best decision for myself and my unborn child based on all factors involved -- my extremely low risk, prior home birth,  prayer and meditation on it, etc... and I believe God will see us through. If for whatever reason this baby is not meant to survive, knowing I will do everything in my power to bring this baby in the world in a healthy way, then God's will be done -- and I won't second guess myself about whether it was my 'fault'. God doesn't work that way. I'm not going to be "punished" because I wasn't in a hospital. Obviously, I would be devastated and would mourn, but I would still trust in God's purpose. Again, ymmv, but this is how I feel.
Â
What it boils down to for me given that rambling, is that I believe my body was designed by God (or whatever one subscribes to) to, among other things, birth babies. It took zero effort to create this baby (it was fun! lol). It took zero effort or work on my part to grow this baby from 2 cells into a whole human being, and God finishes what He starts. Most babies and mamas live -- especially when they are blessed with good nutrition, overall health, clean conditions, and especially when they have loving partners, support, and access to emergency care if needed. If you can't trust yourself or your body, trust it's design anyway. Even the most trusted care provider in the world is not inside my body, they can't feel exactly what I feel - neither physically, spiritually, or emotionally. Even the most loving caring midwife in the universe will not have the best interest of me or my child at heart like I do. Even Ina May Gaskin herself won't fight for my baby like I will, and no matter how comfortable I feel with someone else -- I will never be as relaxed or at ease as I am when it's just myself and my husband.
Â
Yes, things do happen. Stuff happens, life happens. The consequence of participating in life is the fact that walking out the door every single day carries the risk of death -- sometimes a much bigger risk than anything happening in labor or to your baby. You live anyway. Every person you love carries with it the risk of breaking your heart. You love anyway. Every pregnancy, every one, carries the risk of miscarriage, stillbirth, death in labor. You choose to carry life within you anyway.
Â
So, the responsibility may be 'all' mine, but so is the joy. So is the accomplishment. So is the moment. So is the birth.