Hi, I had a homebirth for my second and, for me, it was the best thing. I used to think that any woman who wanted to have her child born in the hospital was crazy, but I realized that homebirth is an option that needs to fit a personality. Same with midwifes, you need to find one that works with your personality.
For my first sons birth, I was told by my insurance company that they didn't cover a homebirth, but I could have a midwife that was licensed to practice in a hospital. So I found one (I was 6 months along because my doctor moved) quickly, thinking "yay a midwife!"
I should have taken action when only the nurse who would check me in could get my name right. As I neared my due date, I was still a week away I think, my midwife was already making me an appointment to get my labor started. I was mad at this point.
I talked to my acupuncturist and she saw me right away. She did some points that gently helped start labor, my appointment at the hospital was for monday and I had my son on sunday ;-)
I was happy I didn't have to use chemicals and drugs (and this point REALLY made me mad because I had discussed with my midwife that I wanted a nearly drug-free labor and she went right away to the drugs, not "take a walk" etc )
I was NOT happy about how my midwife acted when I was in labor. She practically abandoned me. I was VERY stressed out about that, especially since this was my first labor and had not got to any kind of birthing classes. At one point, my midwife was gone so long early in the labor, I thought she left and would come back when I was farther along......nope, found out she was just chatting with the nurses. :-( guess she had better things to do than take care of her patient.
Long story short, she was very aloof and non-helpful, didn't listen to me when I had weird pain in my leg that prevented me from pushing (I don't remember how, but I ended up on my back) During the active labor and pushing, only one nurse was helpful, coaching me, and she was still kind of mean.
Later, I was told if my baby wasn't cleaned up that no one would be allowed to touch him, so he was washed up, something I discussed earlier with my midwife, telling her I DIDN'T want him washed, but she never mentioned it would be a problem.
After my son was born and things settled down a little bit, I was resting and talking to family when a nurse came in, put something in my IV and was about to leave when my sister stopped her and asked what she did. She said she put Pitocin in my IV. I almost freaked! I SPECIFICALLY said I did NOT want that drug. Her response? She shrugged and said, well, you are bleeding too much and we need to stop it.
Okay, they couldn't INFORM me what was going on?? The rest of my stay was like that, there were a couple of nurses who were nice and just came in and did their thing, but I couldn't relax, wondering what was going to happen next. I almost started crying when they said I couldn't go home for a while. I went and took and almost passed out because of blood loss and such, and almost didn't tell the nurse because I was afraid they wouldn't let me leave. I don't think that is the right atmosphere a hospital should have........"don't tell them what's wrong or they won't let you leave!"
Now, my homebirth.......A DREAM!
My midwife had a GREAT personality fit for me, very informative, answered all my questions, let me know what was going on AHEAD of time, was proactive with information, etc. (sidenote, not only did she remember my name, but she remembered my life, she knew enough about me to ask how specific things were going and we frequently talked about non pregnancy things) She remembered things like I am a notoriously difficult blood draw, and made a plan of action, that gave me a lot of comfort.
I called my midwife around 0530 to tell her I had been having good contractions for a couple hours, but wasn't sure if they were steady (I hadn't been timing them) she asked if I needed her there (THAT was a 180 from the other midwife) I told her I was okay and she told me to call her when I couldn't talk through the contractions.
I called her about 2 hours later and told her I felt like I needed to push. She was over within 5 minutes I think.
The labor was rough at this point, I couldn't lay down because each time I tried, I got about halfway down and would almost puke. So, I stood, and that is how I gave birth. I almost expected my midwife to ask me to move or something so it would be easier for her, but all she did the whole time was remind me to take slow breaths "for the baby", make sure I was cool and hydrated and as comfortable as I could be and let me give birth how I needed to.
AFTER birth, I wasn't expecting her to hurry to get me juice, change my bedding and offer to make breakfast. She bossed my hubbie around too, made sure he got me food and she made sure I was eating.
She was a little concerned that I hadn't gone potty and so she hung out for a bit, cleaning up her stuff and chatting with my family. I needed to have a catheter, but she talked to me ahead of time about this, and let me choose how I wanted to proceed.
I am SO thankful I had that experience and look back on it a year later and still feel happy about it.