Don’t get me wrong, generally speaking I LOVE midwives. I love their support, I love their passion and the fact that they are so undervalued really grinds on me.
However, when I received a phone call from a local midwife to get a date in the diary for my booking in appointment, one of her first questions to me was “What hospital would you like to give birth in?”
I’m sorry, what? What HOSPITAL would I like to give birth in? There it is. Boom! The seed has been planted from our very first conversation that I should be choosing a hospital setting to...
So, this weekend my first born turned two years old, and of course I found myself revisiting the memories I have of the day she was born. Amazing memories. My little undiagnosed breech bundle of cuteness who decided she wanted to be born two and a half weeks before her EDD at home in our bedroom. I really wouldn’t change a single thing about it. It was perfect. Challenging, but perfect.
Little did I know how giving birth to her would change my life for so many amazing reasons. Not only did I become a mother to a little girl that day, but I also b...