My first granddaughter was just born August 2nd at home with a midwife (totally against her mine and her father's wishes). In fact, she didn't even feel the need for a midwife, but we drew the line on that one. It was a wonderful experience seeing the baby swim out (water birth), but it was very nerve wracking too. It didn't help that we were having a hundred year flood that night and I didn't even know if an ambulance could get to us if we needed one. She had a healthy girl with no complications, but if it was a boy - he was going to be named Noah! |