I’ve always known I wanted to do home births.
I was surrounded by them with my mom, extended family, and friends in our homeschool group, so the idea was as natural as breath itself. In 2015, I gave birth to my first daughter at home. The birth itself went quite well, but not quite what I’d hoped (I wasn’t able to have the water birth we had planned).
My first was born on a Saturday, just one day after her due date, and with my second it seems a pattern is emerging. She was also born on a Saturday, March 11, the day she was due.

Saturday was his last day of work before his scheduled leave would begin, and we decided he should call in and stay home in case the labor progressed quickly. He had almost missed the birth of our first baby, arriving home from work just 40 minutes before she debuted, so we weren’t taking any chances this time.
Derick and I ate lunch and watched a movie together, me keeping track of the contractions all the while. I couldn’t very well stop myself, since each one would come strong enough to make me tense up and take slow, deep breaths for the minute or so that it lasted. About 3pm the contractions started coming 10 minutes apart, and slowly became a little more intense over the next several hours. We ordered delivery from a local Korean place, since neither of us felt up to cooking dinner.
8pm and the contractions started coming every 5 minutes. The food arrived. I’m probably going to regret this I thought, as I stuffed my face with chicken and rice. It was so good, though. Some of the best delivery food I’ve ever had! At 8:30, I notified my midwife and she headed over, her assistant midwife not far behind.
Derick put our one and a half year old to bed and set up the birth pool in the middle of the living room. I got in at just about 9pm. The midwives were a bustle of activity, getting all of their supplies prepared and set out for easy access. The water was just slightly less warm than I would have liked it, but I knew we didn’t want it too hot for the baby arriving, so I settled back against the pool wall and stretched out.
Everything calmed down, the midwives chatted quietly as Derick and I both tried to rest a bit before active labor would begin.

We did not have to wait as long as I’d thought. Only about an hour after getting into the pool, the contractions took a definite turn to pushing. “I just did a baby push,” I announced, then moved to sit up on my knees and lean against the edge of the pool. Someone grabbed me a towel when I asked, so I could keep my hands and face dry.
The first real push came, and my stomach felt suddenly queasy. “I’m gonna throw up.” I said. The midwife brought a bowl over and when the next contraction hit a few minutes later, I certainly did. After finishing, I chewed a piece of gum and gulped some water as quickly as I could, knowing I’d only have a couple minutes before the next contraction would hit and didn’t want anything in my mouth to throw my concentration off.

My water broke with a small water balloon-like pressure and a muffled pop. The contractions were rolling two in a row, with just a short break between. “Push down,” the midwife said, amidst regular bits of encouragement and guidance. That was the only command that seemed to stick in my mind. Push down. My entire body leaned into it, bearing down till I was spent and shaking.
I can’t do this. I thought, the pain wringing my body.
Then, one more, just one more.
Then she was at the edge and her head exited. I took a break and deep breaths as the contraction waned for a short minute. The next contraction surged and I bore down, my body relaxing with a wave of relief as her shoulders came out, followed quickly by the rest of her body. 11:15 pm.
I wish I had a photo of just that moment; her weight on my chest, her soft and squishy skin covered in vernix, her eyes shut tight; not yet ready to leave behind her previous world of warmth and darkness.
I sat back and rubbed her back, stroked her hair. My baby.





I’ve always known I wanted to do home births.
I was surrounded by them with my mom, extended family, and friends in our homeschool group, so the idea was as natural as breath itself. In 2015, I gave birth to my first daughter at home. It was a good experience, but not a great one, mainly due to being treated by my midwife as though I was exaggerating, which led me to downplay how I was feeling, so I didn’t even realize I was in labor until my water broke after a full day of back labor. The birth itself still went quite well, but not quite what I’d hoped (I wasn’t able to have the water birth we had planned).
My first was born on a Saturday, just one day after her due date, and with my second it seems a pattern is emerging. She was also born on a Saturday, March 11, the day she was due.

Saturday was his last day of work before his scheduled leave would begin, and we decided he should call in and stay home in case the labor progressed quickly. He had almost missed the birth of our first baby, arriving home from work just 40 minutes before she debuted, so we weren’t taking any chances this time.
Derick and I ate lunch and watched a movie together, me keeping track of the contractions all the while. I couldn’t very well stop myself, since each one would come strong enough to make me tense up and take slow, deep breaths for the minute or so that it lasted. About 3pm the contractions started coming 10 minutes apart, and slowly became a little more intense over the next several hours. We ordered delivery from a local Korean place, since neither of us felt up to cooking dinner.
8pm and the contractions started coming every 5 minutes. The food arrived. I’m probably going to regret this I thought, as I stuffed my face with chicken and rice. It was so good, though. Some of the best delivery food I’ve ever had! At 8:30, I notified my midwife and she headed over, her assistant midwife not far behind.

Derick put our one and a half year old to bed and set up the birth pool in the middle of the living room. I got in at just about 9pm. The midwives were a bustle of activity, getting all of their supplies prepared and set out for easy access. The water was just slightly less warm than I would have liked it, but I knew we didn’t want it too hot for the baby arriving, so I settled back against the pool wall and stretched out.
Everything calmed down, the midwives chatted quietly as Derick and I both tried to rest a bit before active labor would begin.
We did not have to wait as long as I’d thought. Only about an hour after getting into the pool, the contractions took a definite turn to pushing. “I just did a baby push,” I announced, then moved to sit up on my knees and lean against the edge of the pool. Someone grabbed me a towel when I asked, so I could keep my hands and face dry.
The first real push came, and my stomach felt suddenly queasy. “I’m gonna throw up.” I said. The midwife brought a bowl over and when the next contraction hit a few minutes later, I certainly did. After finishing, I chewed a piece of gum and gulped some water as quickly as I could, knowing I’d only have a couple minutes before the next contraction would hit and didn’t want anything in my mouth to throw my concentration off.

My water broke with a small water balloon-like pressure and a muffled pop. The contractions were rolling two in a row, with just a short break between. “Push down,” the midwife said, amidst regular bits of encouragement and guidance. That was the only command that seemed to stick in my mind. Push down. My entire body leaned into it, bearing down till I was spent and shaking.
I can’t do this. I thought, the pain wringing my body.
Then, one more, just one more.
Then she was at the edge and her head exited. I took a break and deep breaths as the contraction waned for a short minute. The next contraction surged and I bore down, my body relaxing with a wave of relief as her shoulders came out, followed quickly by the rest of her body. 11:15 pm.

I wish I had a photo of just that moment; her weight on my chest, her soft and squishy skin covered in vernix, her eyes shut tight; not yet ready to leave behind her previous world of warmth and darkness.
I sat back and rubbed her back, stroked her hair. My baby.




Beautifully written!