This was always the first reaction I received when I told someone my plan for an at home birth in a birthing pool. Sometimes it would be followed with a “cool” or “interesting,” but more often than not, I was regaled with stories and facts on how terrible, painful, and horrifying birth actually is. But my decision had been made, and their words literally rolled off me.
Our son is a miracle himself. After being told by a fertility specialist that my husband, Patrick, and I would never be able to conceive without the help of fertility drugs or IVF, we thanked him for his time and resigned ourselves to adopting a child as soon as we had saved enough money. I will never forget the taste of those tears or the way they burned going down my cheeks on the ride home from the doctor, as Patrick tried to comfort me. My dream of carrying my own baby had been dashed against the rough carpeted floor in his office, and I felt that hurt completely.