Everything changed when I became pregnant with my sixth. Classic example- long prodromal labors. My first homebirth was a gentle, loving oasis in a vast desert of insecurity and abuse. I had birth pleasure, not iatrogenic and fear-induced pain. I had chocolate, not stale bread.
Birth involves a whole woman, far more than what is seen standing in a hospital gown.
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