Homebirth killed my baby; I’m still in favor of it


I wish I were making this up:

From Mama’s Milkies Facebook page:

Fan Share: Hi ! Love your page! I actually did have a midwife at my homebirth and sadly my baby died. He was born still. We couldn’t find his heartbeat and then just didn’t get him out fast enough (had to transfer to hospital and have a csec) it was an attempted vbac. Even after that situation, I am still for home birth. (just not for me) If one of my daughters decided to have a HB I would be all for it…

Demonstrating yet again how common homebirth death is, Tyann chimes in:

I’m so sorry to hear of your loss. My first daughter,Paityn, was stillborn, at home, with a midwife at 40+3. I had my 2nd in a hospital due to preeclampsia but was planned at home and my 3rd at home.

Exactly how many of their own babies have to die before these nitwits figure out the obvious? Homebirth kills babies who didn’t have to die.

As I’ve written in the past (Homebirth and human sacrifice):

“Birth,” like any goddess demands worship. Her power must be acknowledged and her essential goodness must be constantly praised through birth “affirmations.” “Birth” also demands constant evidence of belief. What could possibly be more demonstrative of true faith than the willingness to sacrifice your newborn child?

Unlike the God of the Old Testament in the story of Abraham and Isaac, “Birth” apparently does want and need human sacrifice.

Babies die all the time at homebirth, and the biggest risk factors lead to the greatest number of deaths. As with any religion, believers must then deny that the deity had anything to do with it. Yes, they trusted “Birth” and the baby died, but that was just an incredible coincidence.

It’s easiest to figure out who are the truest believers. They are women who lost babies at homebirth but still trust “Birth.” To demonstrate their continued faith, they immediately being planning for the next homebirth.

It turns out that sacrificing your baby on the altar of “Birth” isn’t the highest form of devotion. That honor is reserved for deliberately placing your next child on the same altar and trusting that the goddess who killed your last baby won’t kill this one, too.