The very idea of a baby being born at home had seemed completely absurd. The real force that opened me up to a home birth was finally seeing birth as something that could happen at home.
There is no one right way to birth. In fact, I can't think of a more subjective and deeply personal decision. Home, hospital, epidural or medication-free, I applaud it all. Every single person walking the planet has a mother and never did a mother err in her birthing choices. This is my story.
Every new year I find myself falling into that same seductive trap: I reduce myself to a few tidy shortcomings and vow to "be better" and become Future Me. But now, instead, I'm struck with frequent pangs of who I was before.