My Husband Won’t Be My Birth Coach

. . . And We Are Both More Than OK With That

“The first birth I ever witnessed took place at home. It was my sister’s fourth and by this point she was an old hand, as was my brother-in-law. There were two licensed midwives standing by, but they didn’t get to earn their keep because my brother-in-law provided nearly 100 percent of the emotional support, coaching, and delivery assistance. He was the one who caught my nephew and put him on my sister’s chest. He, not a paid medical professional, was the first one to see his newborn son’s face.

This all happened long before I even met my husband, but I always kept that image in the back of my mind as my ideal birth experience . . . “

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