I had a homebirth with my first and it was ghastly.
I would never recommend it for a first labour because you’ve got no idea how painful you will find it. I’m still in favour of home birthing for subsequent labours, just not for the first time.
My plan was to transfer in if I needed more pain relief but what actually happened is that I went into a very strange mental zone where I couldn’t bear the idea of being moved, so I never asked. I gradually became less and less ‘with it’ due to the pain, the gas and air, and sheer exhaustion, so wasn’t capable of a rational decision.
I don’t think anyone realised quite how distressed I was because I was using hypnobirthing strategies and trying to be calm and relaxed. By the later stages I was just too exhausted to communicate properly.
I also found that the midwives had a strict timeline from transition to delivery, and because I was getting close to that there was a lot of hassle and stress to push the baby out before I was naturally ready. So no urge to push or anything, and I tore quite badly. There was a lot of stress and the ambulance driver ringing my doorbell to transfer me. I agreed to an episiotomy out of desperation and eventually managed to deliver at home. I needed transferred in the end anyway due to meconium and because the midwives didn’t feel confident to do my stitches.
I wonder if I’d been in a midwife led unit or delivery ward and had been given longer for baby’s head to engage properly before pushing if I could have delivered with fewer injuries. I still get irritation from my episiotomy scar 5 years later.
The contrast between my mental state at that delivery and my second child’s birth (with epidural) still makes me a bit sad. My eldest loves to hear how her dad cried happy tears when she was born, but I can’t tell her my experience because I was just totally numb and emotionless. The happy tears flowed freely second time around and it was the loveliest experience.