From the beginning we’ve talked about the environment desired for our children’s births — thinking, praying, seeking options. Delivering at home became one possibility.
We questioned friends who had journeyed this way, sought out a midwife and excitedly anticipated the idea. At first.
Over time, my husband’s hesitancy grew. In all honesty, there was uncertainty on my part as well; we were both wavering. We talked again and together decided to hold off and proceed with a hospital birth; overall our experience went well.
An almost repeat situation occurred with the next pregnancy. We would enter discussions about delivering at home and then again shun the idea. I was much more at ease and my husband not so much.
I didn’t mind and we had found some exceptional physicians whose philosophies were in agreement with ours. With that next birth, a pleasant one, they allowed us much freedom.
And also with the next birth as well! I grew deeper in appreciation for my ‘think outside the box’ obstetricians and the field in general as my sister was now in medical school for the same purpose. But by this point, I had been growing in the desire for delivering at home, we had not experienced any major complications and…hadn’t I proven that I could do this?
A seed of resentment had been planted in the soil of disappointment.
Read the rest of our story over at Frugal Granola today, where Michele has graciously invited me to contribute monthly. What should we do when our spouses may not be completely on board with an idea or growing conviction burning on our hearts? I offer a few thoughts…lend yours over here as well.