I had a shitty hospital birth with DS and an even worse experience on the hell that is the post natal ward. Fortunately I knew I didn’t want any more children, but if I had I probably would have been tempted by the idea of a free birth.
My hospital birth made me feel like I was on a conveyor belt, if I wasn’t at a certain point at a certain time then I was failing and was told there would need to be ‘interventions’. Drips to speed things up, painful internal examinations, threats of an instrumental birth etc. DS eventually arrived via emergency c-section at nearly midnight, when I’d been awake for the best part of 72 hours.
Then I got told off because I was too tired to try and feed him. I didn’t even know what day it was by that point.
In total contrast, I was born at home with no medical staff present, just my dad and the family Labrador in the room. My mum said it was a world away from her hospital birth with my older sister the year before. Oh and apparently the dog was more useful than my dad!