I had pretty much decided how this birth would go.  Josh was against homebirth since we’re about half an hour from the hospital.  I didn’t really want to drive over an hour to a birthing center or hospital that would allow me to use a midwife.  So I was going to have the New Baby in the local hospital, with a doctor and a doula and a Bradley-trained husband.  I would labor at home as long as possible, like last time, and show up only to push out a baby.

But then something, I don’t even remember what, got me thinking again about those nice birthing options an hour away.  I started browsing their websites.  And they looked so nice. And I got to thinking, it’s not so abnormal for a woman to drive an hour to get to the place where she delivers her baby.  Where our in-laws live, the closest hospital is about an hour away.

To be able to labor and birth in a place conducive to my beliefs and preferences would be such a relief compared to the hospitals here.  I had a conversation last night with some local ladies and they encouraged me to stand up for my rights in this doctor-centered hospital and flat out refuse treatment in some cases and make them do it my way in others.  And I could.  But do I want that stress while I’m in the worst pain of my life?

When I had Benjamin at the local hospital, I only labored there for an hour and I was forced up on that bed more times that I can remember to be checked so they could tell me when to start pushing.  I was told the doctor (the on-call doctor since I apparently didn’t give my doctor enough time to get there) would not deliver my baby unless I was up on that bed.  So much for the alternative birthing positions I had wanted to try.  I knew that hospital had squatting bars to put on the beds and I repeatedly asked for one.  I was never given one.

Sure, all in all, it was a healthy delivery with a healthy baby and a healthy mother.  But it’s very stressful to take the time to plan out such a major event and then have your desires cast aside for someone else’s preferences.  Would you accept that on your wedding day?  “Oh, as long as you say ‘I do’, the rest doesn’t matter.”  But the plans you made!  The dreams you had!  Don’t they count for anything?

So I’m considering the birthing centers again.  Considering switching to a midwife.  Yes, it would be over an hour’s drive.  But if I started out early enough in labor, I’d still have the same amount of contractions in the car that I would have in the 30 minute drive to the local hospital.

To be fair, we visited the new hospital’s maternity center this weekend.  We took the tour and asked our questions.  It’s a very nice, new, clean, modern, convenient, beautiful facility.  The laboring rooms are HUGE.  The recovery rooms are private.  They both have flat-screen televisions.  They thought of such things as to have the garbage and linen bins accessible from the outside of the room so no one has to come in to take care of them.

But there are no tubs on the entire floor.  There isn’t even a ledge in the shower to keep the water from going all over the bathroom floor (for wheelchair accessibility). So using a bath to reduce labor pains is out.  And the c-secion rate is 30%.  They had had several just that morning.  That’s about one-in-three.  And this is my third.  Sure it’s the national average, but that’s still high!

The hospital an hour away has birthing tubs.  Not to be confused with “laboring” tubs, where you have to climb out just as the pain is at its worst to get on a bed to deliver the baby.  You can actually have the baby in the tub.  They encourage natural births.  They allow midwives, who stay with you the whole time, monitoring your situation and aiding you in whatever ways they can.

So I guess the next step is to tour that facility.  Interview midwives.  I’ll let you know how that goes, when that happens.