I knew I wanted a home birth with my first child, but as it was my first and I was an'older mother (at 37!) they did push for a hospital birth, but they didn't get those straps and monitors on me, oh no :D I was adamant I wanted as least intervention as possible, in fact that was the whole reason I wanted a home birth.
Probably for the best, the labour was from 11pm until around 7.30am
I had way too much gas and air, so was violently sick.
I tried different birthing positions but found squatting most instinctive.
Waking up to a baby too far away from me in a cot and a cleaner honking the room out with bleach at 8am and not being allowed the windows open, was not even forgiven for the morning Yorkshire sunshine and views to distant moors around Halifax.
My second child was born at home. I nested up the front room but when I felt my waters were about to go, I moved upstairs to my bedroom, as if I needed that more closed in private space. The midwives had gone to lunch, and I lived on top of a moor by then so didn't expect them back quickly, and wasn't even worried. I was confident I could give birth alone, and my Mum present also wasn't fazed. The father of the child was downstairs playing on his computer. He certainly wasn't bothered either ...
Anyway. A couple of pushes and he was out. No pain relief. Born on my bed. I climbed into bed, and his first feed was whilst I gazed out over the beautiful Cliviger Valley. The whole thing was relaxed, fearless and beautiful.
It would have been about an equidistant 20 minute drive one way to Rochdale hospital or Halifax if there had been complications.
More babies are not happening for me ss my current partner doesn't want them, but I am grateful for having had both experience of a home and hospital birth. I would always HB again, unless the father was strongly in favour of hospital.
So, I recommend HB completely. It imbued the birth process with the magic and awe you read of.