(and bitter about it)... I've been planning a homebirth for years. Since long before we were even TTC. All my friends and family, and heck half my coworkers, have all heard about how important a homebirth is to me. And now I am slowly losing all hope of that, and having a lot of trouble coming to terms with it.Â
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I know hospital birth can be a good thing, and it can still incorporate many elements of homebirth that I want, but it's not homebirth. And I'm angry about that.Â
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It's not even that I'm risking out, or DH isn't supportive, or that we can't afford it or anything. On thr contrary, it's fully funded by my province, DH is very supportive of the homebirth (and I'm finding him even moreso now that it's off the table, he's as angry as I am), and I am picture perfect health. Nope, I just can't have one because the midwife practices are all booked up. And I called the first day I tested, at 12dpo. Apparently that's too late.Â
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I know eventually with time, I'll be able to accept it, and start productively planning the ways to make my hospital birth the most homey and non-interventionist... but right now I just need to wallow. I can't reconcile all the pictures in my head of my babys birth with a hospital room. With having to leave and go someone else. With being in public. With having to travel home afterwards. With having to fight every step of the way to have things done my way and listen to my body. It just makes me so sad.Â
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Who's with me?
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