Had it been left to my ex, I and my baby would have been dead - he didn't want to have a hospital birth at all. He wanted his birth experience to be special.
I went to the antenatal appointment at the hospital and didn't leave, because he was going on about how 'natural' it would be to give birth in the forest and we could just get in the car and go where no strangers would interfere with 'us'. In Late November.
Breech presentation, cord wrapped around the neck. One calm and organised section later, he was still miffed that the Sheila Kitzinger experience he had been taught by his mother was the Only Way Children Should Be Born had been deprived him.
His subsequent children were both born by section, too. Strangely, his later partner also wanted to live and valued having medical professionals present more than she did him.
Hardly straightforward births. Well, they wouldn't have been; they'd have been fatal, were it not for 'strangers' being a whole lot more fucking important than him and his feels.