Porter and Molly were both born in a hospital. Two different hospitals, but my experiences were similar. Everything turned out great in the end (which is all that really matters), but there were a lot of little things that I just didn't like. My doctors and nurses have all been competent and courteous, but for this baby we decided we wanted something a bit different. So we found a midwife, and we are having the birth at home. Provided everything goes well, of course.
I haven't written about this yet, and honestly don't talk about it much in my daily life. Everyone has their opinion on home birth, which is completely understandable, but I just don't want to hear it. It's not the right thing for everyone, nor is it the holy grail of birthing experiences. But I think it's the right thing for me, and for my family, and I am truly very excited as the date approaches.
I remember how I felt after Molly was born. I was starving. And I wanted a shower. And a nap. In that order. After loving on my new baby of course. I had to wait for the 7am breakfast time in order to eat anything substantial, I showered in that lovely hospital bathroom, and then I didn't get a nap because nurses kept coming in to check on me and the baby. All of these things were well intentioned, but I can't wait to have something to eat right away, and to shower in my own bathroom, and to be able to take a nap when I'm tired because I know my mom and my husband will be here taking good care of the kids.
I am also very aware (after two births) that nothing ever goes exactly to plan where having babies is concerned. But I'm not too worried. This is a new adventure for us, but one that promises to be memorable.