On the one hand, this woman is an abject wanker looking to show off; if it hadn't been how she birthed her baby, she'd be instagraming about "clean eating" or circus skills or so such bollards. Some people just live to be ostentatiously "alternative". All of which is fine and dandy, I can look the other way. Her baby Fox will no doubt be mortified by her and insist on being called Frances by the time she's 14.
But... There is a conveyor belt aspect to pregnancy and birth which, for all the importance of the baseline goal of live baby, live mum, can frankly traumatise mothers and babies and fuck things up quite badly for them going forward. As birth is something increasing numbers of women do only once or twice (and babies obviously just the once!), of course it is enormously significant to them how it goes, not just how it ends.
Full disclosure, I am still really struggling with how horrible the last two weeks of my pregnancy, my failed induction, and eventual EMCS were. I adore my baby, but I don't feel at all like I gave birth to her, and I will go to my grave wondering what if I had refused to follow the sausage machine logic of 'post dates = induction', or stopped the train after the pessary failed to get things going - would we have had problems, or would she have just come in her own time? No-one would really discuss the option of waiting and seeing with me as if it was legitimate, and I also had the pressure to 'get the labour going' so I could use the alongside midwife-led birth centre before their deadline of 40+12 - why have that arbitrary deadline, putting women who don't want to medicalise their births - precisely the demographic who want to use a birth centre - under pressure to be induced before they're even officially post dates at 42 weeks?? Obviously the fact my induction dragged on for three days meant I never got to use the birth centre after all, and I will never know if my stress at the induction and surroundings contributed to my failure to progress (and yes, that word 'failure' has stuck with me and always will).
Dismissing these feelings with a 'how can you be so ungrateful to receive such good care, all that matters is that you're both alive, Buck up snowflake' will, rightly or wrongly, only result in more women turning their backs on what is sometimes essential care, as they are so desperate to avoid feeling like a worthless hunk of inconvenient meat from which the all important baby must be prised they are willing to play the odds, however wicked that may make them in your eyes.