My sister has delivered 3 children of her own and a set of twin boys as a surrogate mother. Three years ago, her youngest son was born naturally, without the intervention of any drug; yet inside a hospital surrounded by doctors and nurses. After moving to the mountains over a year ago, and then becoming pregnant around her 30th birthday, my sister and her husband made the decision that their sweet Annabelle would be born at home. The concept of birthing your child at home (or even naturally) has been around for thousands and thousands of years. However, anytime my sister explained her plan, or even when I would explain her birthing plan, the ironic and negative reactions never failed. I’m not here to focus on the unfortunate responses, however I am here to share (or show) my sister’s experience in hopes of inspiring at least one person to educate themselves on the extreme advantages of birthing naturally; and even at home if urgent professional care is close by–should anything go unusual. My sister and her husband prepared themselves for their home birth by reading several books, watching at-home birthing videos, and purchasing the necessary items such as the umbilical cord clamp and scissors, waterproof pads, towels, a baby heartbeat monitor, etc. They called on me to be their impromptu doula. Granted, Chase did all that work, I merely did what he told me to do.
On the day of the birth, we learned that full gestation is actually 41 weeks and 1 day. We also learned that extensive contractions are common in high altitude to help the baby’s lungs prepare for the thin air. And lastly, we learned that Jennifer’s water could break at 6:30 and she would have the baby by 7:00. Keeping in mind, she had intense contractions for 3 days prior. Leading up to these moments, my sister had a very healthy pregnancy. I would consider her a professional though. By 7:30 the bedroom and bathroom were spotless as if nothing had happened, and Annabelle was already breastfeeding. By 8:00 my sister had showered, and Chase had ran to the store. By 9:00 the other children saw their baby sister for the first time. Prior they had been watching a movie with Michael downstairs. Sometime after 11:00, Michael and I piled up our dogs and headed back down to Denver. I really don’t know what else to tell you. Annabelle is perfectly healthy, and so is my sister. Life is a natural process. And, it does nothing uselessly. I am so proud of you, sister.