It has always been my dream to birth in a cabin in the woods. Alone.
It was so important to me that I told my date about it on our 2nd date. He thought it was cool.
I found out a year after our son arrived, after a ridiculous midwife-attended (b/c he begged to have midwives there) labor that turned into a coerced transfer and a dreadfully coerced and unnecessary surgery, and then being kicked out of the hospital at 42 hours post-op, that he *never believed me*. Thought I was joking.
He now deeply regrets not listening to all the things I told him that he blew off when we were first dating, b/c everything I told him was true, some of what he told me were exaggerations or things he thought I wanted to hear, and they have all caused severe distress to our relationship.
But it still remains my gold standard. He knows that for a future baby, his job is to find a safe place for me, maybe him too, to go to.
We don't really have bad mosquitos here, and they don't bother me either. The cabin is to keep away critters, LOL, since the end of my wish is "with wolves howling in the far distance", though I really do NOT know how I would get that to work out. Maybe a CD?
We just went camping, and being in that tent felt, well, womblike. Helps that the rain fly is red.
With the big air mattress, with extra pillows and some comforters on the floor of the tent it would seriously rival being at home.
We were forced to clean DS on his 2nd day by the nurses calling him a biohazard, but it was not my intention, so cleaning of the baby isn't something that I would worry about.
For myself, I imagine wipes or the homemade dipe solution I made for DS would probably suffice for a bit.
I can see, breathe, and think better when in a forested area...I can only imagine I would birth better too.