My outdoor birth was just not meant to be
It was a beautiful day, clear, high pressure, early June, about 80F....
My pool was set up on our back porch, I had hung sheets on the clothesline & the porch rail for privacy, the water was warm, labor was moving right along...everything was perfect.
Our house obscured the view to the west, so we didn't realize the thunderstorm was upon us until the first raindrop fell. Dh asked what I wanted to do. I felt for my baby's head. It was about two knuckles in. I said "I'll stick it out."
No sooner than I'd said that, thunder crashed right overhead. I said "I'm going in! Hold the door!"
Dh piled our towels on the bathroom floor and put my drink on the counter.
A few minutes later my baby boy slipped out into my hands as a thunderstorm boomed outside.
I wasn't super committed to a waterbirth anyway. I'd only bought the supplies the day before. I was not at all disappointed in my birth, even though it turned out to be very different in the end.