Okay, so last night K and I went to the information session at the Cambridge Birth Center. All in all, it seemed like a nice place to give birth. Though the one birthing room we saw was small, apparently the other two are much bigger. I did have a couple of problems with the center: one, they don’t seem to keep detailed statistics. This is something I expected from reading the books by Ina May Gaskin – that a birthing center would be able to give more information than “It is our policy to break the waters of a laboring woman if they haven’t broken already by around 8 cm dilation. This happens in a minority of cases.” Oh, a minority of cases? That’s informative.
They also have a clear list of reasons for transfer to a hospital, so it’s not just willy-nilly. And it is possible to refuse procedures or be clear about what you will and will not allow beforehand, which reduces my fear of being pressured into unnecessary medical intervention. The birth center does not have a time limit on labor, which is fantastic. And they welcome expressions of sexuality during birth (for instance, breast and clitoral stimulation and kissing your partner, all of which are supposed to make the birth faster and easier).
But they were very clear that the midwife you see for labor and delivery will probably NOT be the midwife who you see for prenatal care. The way the presenter explained it was pretty funny – she said that the birth center values a model they call primary midwife care, where you see the same midwife for all your prenatal visits and develop a relationship with them. And the presenter went on to say that the person attending your birth is whoever happens to be on call, which is unlikely to be your midwife since the midwives work only 1-2 shifts a week. BUT she would absolutely trust any of her colleagues, it’s a great group. I was like, huh? I mean, even if you see an OB-GYN in the most medico-technocratic setting, you can expect that your primary prenatal care provider will at least make an attempt to be at your labor and birth. We see Mt. Auburn next week, so I wonder if their policy will be any different.
Yesterday was my worst day for nausea. I have found that the magic food that makes my nausea disappear is a vegan version of a McDonald’s hamburger: I lightly toast a bun and K cooks me up a flame-grilled garden burger, and then I add a bit of ketchup and mustard (sloppily, just like Mickey D’s) and 3 dill pickle chips. It’s amazing. I’ve had three already this week.