I’ve finally got around to watching One Born Every Minute which is a fabulous documentary following the labour ward at Southampton Hospital.
And to be honest watching it makes me INCREDIBLY glad that I had both my births at home.
I didn’t have to deal with receptionists, tick box checks and must dos before my midwife could engage with me and my labour.
I wasn’t left to labour with a husband who clearly didn’t want to be there and was no support. Instead Mr Muddling got to be around but not involved and I had a trusted midwife to support me. Ok that’s not exactly true for Babygirl’s birth when I was on my own for all but the last 7 minutes but I somehow knew Babygirl wouldn’t arrive before Lynn.
I had someone I trusted implicitly to tell me what was going on and to help me labour positively. Someone who wouldn’t make me lie on my back on a bed but would help me get into positions to make labour effective. Someone who would hold my hand, comfort me, reassure me and not shout at me. Someone who was quietly there throughout – talking when I wanted, quiet mostly and calmly in control.
Someone who would respect my personal space, respect me as a woman and a mother.
Someone who wouldn’t just give me a little injection but would let me decide on whether to have a natural 3rd stage (even though I’d haemorrhaged previously).
And what makes it incredibly poignant is that there was a chance that Babygirl might have been born at that hospital if the premature labour I had in Newport had got any worse and we’d had to be transferred.