I've planned to homebirth since I was 16 but by the time I was pregnant with my first I couldn't find a mw (and didn't have a crunch circle to ask as I was new to the country) and by the time I was 6 months preggo and did find one, we had both been unemployed for 4 months so affording one was out of the question.
I did have a pretty good hospital birth with a lovely mw who used to do homebirths.
My second pregnancy our financial situation still wasn't great so ee opted for the hospital again and hired a doula since I knew I couldn't count on a fabulous midwife again.
I had far more scans and tests done in pregnancy than I was comfortable with but I hate confrontation and couldn't bring myself to say no.
Then she was persistent breech and the last few weeks of pregnancy I was a ball of anxiety and had several panic attacks over the fact my hospital wasn't breech friendly and was pressuring me into a c section. I revisited a homebirth but the mw wasn't able to take me on so late in pregnancy, but with her and my doula encouraging me I found a hospital 3 hours away with a breech clinic where I gave birth. The birth itself was awesome and empowering but as soon as her head was out everything went to crap and my wishes were ignored and my baby whisked away to be "resuscitated" (her apgar was 6 so would have been fine to have skin to skin with her Ford attached) for the apparent purpose of educating a new Dr, my husband told me later, while my wishes for physiological 3rd stage were ignored by the Dr who pulled my placenta out causing ragged membranes and making me pass tennis ball size clots and then have to be hooked up to a drips to "pph".
I was bullied and ridiculed for some of my choices in between being abandoned for hours still in the freezing air conditioned labour room and every time we asked to be discharged we would he told her temp was 0.1 degree too low (maybe get us out of the a/c...) and then said they'd see what they found do and we'd be left alone for hours again until someone would for to move us to maternity, feigning not to have been told we had sale to be discharged and then not move us and disappear again. Eventually we were told the Dr would come discharge us when he finished in surgery as we would need to sign a form that we were leaving AMA and still hours later dh went to the nurses station and asked what was preventing us from just walking out the door? Miraculously someone immediately provided the forms to he signed so their butts were covered and surprise the Dr didn't have to be there.
The experience has made me determined not to give birth in hospital again barring an actual emergency, but I didn't realise the trauma it left me with until I was pregnant again in October and discovered the only mw in our area was no longer practicing, and the panic attacks resumed at the thought of going to hospital again.
So that led me to considering freebirth which really has been freeing for me. My whole mindset around birth has shifted (and in turn other things too, but I was always teetering on the edge of being a Hippy anyway
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Leg cramps is usually magnesium deficiency, so an Epsom salt foot soak or magnesium oil on your feet, or eating magnesium rich foods will usually help.
We have always co slept with crib side carred to our bed. Remove one side and use foam or drill new holes in the crib to march the mattress levels. Then baby has their own sleeping space and it can last well into toddlerhood. Even without dd2 using it for the last 6 months we kept it up just cause it gave us more room as I could sleep right at the edge lol.
Not sure what we'll do in this house as our room isn't big enough for a side car here...