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Testimonial from Lesley

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Having had an unplanned c-section with my first child, I was told by my GP that I should not consider having a vaginal birth with my second child because it would put the life of my baby at risk.

Having looked into the topic myself, I made the informed decision to hire an independent midwife to help me have the birth that I wanted. I went on to deliver two subsequent babies vaginally, both of them in my own home with my independent midwife, Carrie McIntosh.

Having Carrie to support me enabled me to have a wonderful birthing experience and helped me to put the trauma of my first birth behind me. My third child was born at home just a month ago and it was the most wonderful start to life anyone could hope for.

Without the support of my independent midwife, I have no doubt that I would have had two c-sections, causing additional trauma to myself and my family, and costing the NHS significantly more money.

Testimonial from Jasmine

We chose an Independent Midwife as we believe that women should be free
to to choose where and how to birth. As an older first time mum-to-be it
has been important to me that I have been treated on my own merits as a
human being, empowered as woman to trust in my body’s natural ability to
safely birth my child and not to be a mere statistic.

I’ve been blessed with a healthy pregnancy and baby and have been unconditionally supported by my Independent Midwife to pursue the homebirth, in water, that I wish for the arrival of our child. It is also extremely important
to me to know that I am receiving a consistently high standard of care
from someone who has a superb level of knowledge and practical expertise
but more importantly, time to give us both, as new parents, the
information we need to make informed choices and decisions.

We are also secure in the knowledge that should we need to transfer to hospital, our IM will be an informed and pragmatic advocate for us, who will help us
continue to make the correct choices for the safety of our baby. Our
Independent Midwife has given us confidence and security in the
knowledge that our Independent Midwife is working in harmony with us to
do exactly what is right for us and our baby.

Testimonial from Suzie

The birth of my first child was under NHS care and I found the experience frightening, disempowering and demeaning. Approaching the birth of my second baby, I felt frustrated that I could not find the support I needed. My local NHS consultant did not agree with my decision to give birth at home because I did not fit their criteria. The NHS midwives reluctantly agreed to attend, but my husband and I did not feel supported. To determine whether we were making the right choice, we sought independent advice from Carrie McIntosh and decided to ask her to work with us.

Choosing to have an Independent midwife attend my daughter’s birth was the best decision I have ever made. The fear, anxiety and self-doubt melted away and I was able to birth safely and confidently at home with the correct professional support, knowing I could trust her impartial advice and feeling the security of having someone I knew, liked and trusted be with me at my most vulnerable time.

The ability to choose an independent midwife was what I needed to achieve a safe, comfortable, stress-free birth. Without Carrie’s help, I would have been scared, stressed, and at risk because of my difficulty with NHS services. There needs to be an option for women to opt out of the NHS.

Testimonial from Alison

IMG_0685In 2008 whilst pregnant with my 3rd baby I wanted to have a home water birth within the Greater Glasgow and Clyde area. I was told by my local hospital that I could have a home birth but that it probably would not be possible to have a water birth. The reason being that the community midwives did not feel comfortable or had been trained in water birth. Being a student midwife myself I knew the politics involved. I was pregnant and vulnerable and did not have the energy to fight the system. I also did not want midwives attending me in labour who did not feel comfortable with the situation. This would have had massive psychological effects on me and my birthing. I was left with no option but to hire
an Independent midwife. This turned out to be the best decision I ever made. I had continuity of care with someone I trusted completely and someone whom I felt absolutely at ease with. I went on to have a beautiful home water birth. When pregnant with my 4th baby I opted for the same and once again had a beautiful birth.

Testimonial from Rebecca

Becpic1My first daughters birth was very traumatic and left me with postnatal depression and post traumatic stress syndrome. As a result I approached my second pregnancy very differently, and after much research I chose an independent midwife. This choice was not taken lightly, but we felt the cost far outweighed the benefit to both mine and baby’s wellbeing. Not because there was anything particularly wrong with the NHS care I received the first time around, but because this time I felt I needed continuity of care. I needed my care provider to know my past birth history, to have developed my trust, and to have the time available to me to help me be comfortable facing birth again – mentally and physically prepared. I needed to know that no matter what happened I had the same person by my side helping me through both the birth and postpartum period.

On Thursday, 18th April 2013 I gave birth to another beautiful daughter. I did so in the comfort of my own home, without any pain relief, and with my midwife by my side – encouraging and supporting me the whole way. Her knowledge of my past, and the relationship she’d developed with me helped maintain my confidence and I am sure I couldn’t have had such a positive birth experience without her care. I will continue to rely on her support over the next few weeks post birth.

It would be terrible if other women in my situation were no longer able to reach to independant midwives for help. I hope that a solution can be found so that my daughters have access to this wonderful service in future.


Testimonial from Julia

JuliapicI employed an independent midwife as I had no support from the NHS for my birth choice. I had a Caesarean section for my first birth and wanted to have a natural water birth at home for the second birth. However, my community midwife and a consultant were very negative about it. I did not want them to spoil my pregnancy and had enough of fighting with NHS over my birth choice. Thus, I decided to birth on my own without any midwifes until I found out about service provided by independent midwifes. My independent midwife gave me all support I needed, spent lots of time with me and gave me reassurance I needed. It was also great to have all my antenatal visits at home in the evenings so my husband could attend. It was the best care I had ever received by any midwife and had an amazing birth experience.

Fergus – 19th June 2013

FergusI got pregnant with Fergus when Adam was about 17 months old. We had just finished breastfeeding, and life had settled back down into some sort of semi-predictable pattern. My husband and I spoke about adding to our family, and agreed it was “now or never” as we both knew that the easier the boys became, the less willing we would be to countenance a return to nappies and sleepless nights! So we decided to adopt the “not not trying” approach again, and 13 days later we were staring in slight shock at a positive pregnancy test.

This time, there was absolutely no question about our plans for care – it was going to be with Carrie and it was going to be at home. The difference that the correct care and a good birth had made to us as a whole family was massive, and both Angus and I had come to a strong conviction that home births were the right (only) choice for us.

Unexpectedly, I went past my “guess date” by over a week. Having been induced with Lewis at exactly 40 weeks, and gone into labour with Adam at just over 38 weeks, this came as a bit of a surprise – my first experience of going post-dates! However, I was enjoying what I knew would be my last pregnancy, and was feeling a lot more comfortable than I remember feeling with either of the previous two, so it wasn’t too stressful. I did think, however, that this third baby was likely to be bigger than either of the other two, as I was bigger myself and had been pregnant longer than ever before. My money was on over 7 pounds.

Very helpfully, I started to go into labour on the Tuesday that I turned 41 weeks – this was great news as our cleaner comes on a Tuesday morning, so the house was lovely and clean! All that day I was having pretty strong surges, and knew that it would happen soon. The kids spent the day with their grandparents, who very kindly gave them their dinner and brought them back home at bedtime so that I could relax without having to worry about them; they even brought me a fish supper which I scoffed completely, despite having had no room in my baby-filled torso for weeks now. Things were definitely happening…

I went to bed, determined to do the sensible thing for once, after pacing the floors for hours in early labour with Lewis to absolutely no effect. I slept reasonably well despite the contractions, which were coming pretty regularly every few minutes, until at about 2am I woke up properly and decided I couldn’t lie down through them any more. I nipped off to the bathroom had a massive contraction and lost what looked like a huge blob of show down the loo, so decided it was time to ask Angus to fill the birth pool.

We sneaked downstairs, hoping not to wake Lewis and Adam, and I rang Carrie to tell her things were happening. I was hoping she’d say she would come straight away, but when I described my contractions to her, she told me to give it an hour and ring back if I needed her. After another ten or fifteen minutes of increasingly strong labour, I told Angus to ring back and ask her to come now – of course Carrie’s midwife spidey-sense had already kicked in and I was relieved to be told she was on her way already.

I was still pacing the floors in the kitchen, leaning over the work surfaces and breathing heavily. This was SO much easier than my previous labours – with Lewis I had been hampered by monitors and then an epidural, with Adam I had been mostly paralysed by the Gullain-Barre Syndrome. Active birth was definitely the way forward, I decided. Carrie arrived, and I decided I wanted the patio doors open, as I was starting to get very hot. I’ll never forget hanging off the patio door frame watching the midsummer dawn starting to lighten the sky, it was quite magical!

Things were obviously moving very fast, and just as I started to think I wanted to get into the pool (which was nearly ready, Gus had been working hard to get it full quickly) I felt an unmistakeable pop and knew that my waters had broken. Confusingly, instead of an immediate gush and a spreading pool of liquid on the floor like I had with the other two, there was nothing there – it must have been because Fergus’ head was already so far down, and I was upright; he plugged me immediately! The next contraction felt a bit “pushy” towards the end, and I got the giggles. I nipped to the loo to check the colour of any fluid, and what little I could see was nice and clear, which was good news.

By this time, I was really keen to get into the pool, which – thankfully – was now ready. I sank into the warm water and relaxed instantly; bliss! The contractions slowed down quite a bit, and I had a good rest, enjoying the pool and the change of pace – then suddenly another huge contraction came. I was starting to find it a bit much, and after a few more like that, I found myself saying “Oh I don’t know how many more of those I can handle…” – aha, that would be transition!

Second stage was hard this time. Transition had been a lot less painful than I remember the last two times, but once my body started pushing I really struggled. Adam and Lewis had both been fairly petite for boy babies; neither of them over 7 pounds. Fergus felt enormous, and with this being my first birth without gas and air, I was feeling everything properly for the first time. I really felt like my body was going to break, and when Angus reminded me that we had canisters of Entonox available, I was gasping “Yes please!!” Carrie told me that we didn’t have time to set it up, this baby was coming now, and with that my body gave a couple of huge pushes, and I felt Fergus’ head come out. Even his body coming out felt harder than the last two, and it all seemed to take an awful lot more effort, but out he came finally, and I scooped him up out of the water and cuddled him on to my chest. Amazing!

He took a wee minute to start breathing by himself, and Carrie had to give him a bit of a rub down – I think he was a bit stunned by the speed of his exit, it was only just after 4am so just two hours of labour altogether, of which I’m pretty sure I was only pushing for 15 minutes or so. Once he got going, though, he started screeching and didn’t stop for about half an hour when I finally managed to get him latched on to my breast – by this time I had delivered the placenta with virtually no bleeding, and had cuddled up on the couch with my new baby. I had a good cuddle, a good feed, then Angus cut the cord a good hour after it had stopped pulsing. I handed Fergus over for some Daddy cuddles, and got into the fresh jammies that I had packed into my postnatal bag – all of us were absolutely buzzing. Carrie had weighed him, and it turned out he was all of 8.5 pounds – by far my biggest baby!

Eventually, I got settled back down on the couch in the living room, and got Fergus (now sleeping) back from Angus. We heard stirrings from upstairs, and the two bigger boys came downstairs to meet their new baby brother. As Lewis and Adam walked into the room, and our wee family was all together, I felt a funny click and the thought “we’re all here now” went through my head. We all had huge cuddles, then bacon sandwiches, banana bread, cups of tea and glasses of Prosecco (not the kids, obvs). So that was how we completed our family, and how baby Fergus entered the world. It was an amazing experienced, so relaxed and comfortable despite its intensity, and I am so glad that Carrie was there to look after us again.

Adam – 8th April 2011

AdamI had an upsetting birth experience in hospital with my first baby, Lewis. However it didn’t put me off having more children – if anything I became even more convinced that home was the only place I wanted to give birth (unless there was a medical reason not to).

When Lewis was 6 months old my husband and I decided that we wanted another baby; being far more relaxed about trying to conceive now that we had one baby to enjoy, we decided not to not try as opposed to anything more active. We were surprised but thrilled when I discovered I was pregnant a month later; and as soon as I was 8 weeks pregnant and we’d had a good early scan to be confident the pregnancy was progressing, I started planning my second birth.

In the meantime, I had decided that I wanted to engage a doula to provide extra support and advocacy during my home birth. I interviewed two women, both of who shared my views about natural birth, and I noticed a pattern emerging. The doulas (one of whom was a retired midwife herself) felt that the medicalised approach to birth in the NHS could undermine the process of natural birth. When I asked them directly, both admitted that to have the best chance of achieving a totally undisturbed birth I might want to consider hiring an independent midwife.

So I contacted Carrie McIntosh, Independent Midwife, on the recommendation of the first doula I’d spoken to. Carrie came to my house for an “interview” but I was already fairly convinced that engaging her was the right thing to do. Sure enough, we spoke and I instantly realised that she not only shared my opinions on how much more smoothly birth is likely to go when undisturbed, but also that she was going to be in a position to practice what she preached, being unhindered by NHS policies.

I decided that Carrie was to be my midwife, and engaged her formally – signing the disclaimer required at the time by independent midwives to say that I understood she would not be practising with insurance, and setting up my standing order to pay her fee in monthly instalments.

My pregnancy progressed smoothly, baby was perfectly happy at every antenatal check (Carrie would come round to the house in the evenings, which made things a lot easier for us) and my health was excellent – blood pressure perfect at each check and never any traces of anything worrying in my urine.

At 31 weeks pregnant, I noticed something funny about the sensation in my hands. Everything I touched felt freezing cold, even if I knew it was only slightly cool. Chalking it up to some random pregnancy-related strangeness I ignored it and carried on as I had been. However the following week something else strange happened when my tongue suddenly felt as if it had been burned and I lost my sense of taste. My hands were no better, and I was starting to have difficulty holding a pen properly to write with. By the end of that week, I felt achy and weak, and assuming I was coming down with the flu, I left work early on the Friday afternoon; I was shocked to find how difficult I found walking home from the bus stop due to the weakness in my legs.

I spoke to NHS24 over the weekend, who arranged a neurological check-up for me with a doctor at the Western General Hospital. The situation deteriorated during the course of my 33rd week of pregnancy; I felt too weak to go to work, and by the middle of the week, my skin was numb across about 75% of my body and I was having serious trouble walking. Finally admitted to hospital at the end of the week, I was diagnosed with Guillain-Barre Syndrome (GBS), an autoimmune condition where the body attacks its own peripheral nerve system, causing ascending paralysis accompanied by swallowing and breathing problems.

I spent 13 nights in hospital, first waiting to see if the condition would “plateau” by itself and start to improve, then as time went on and I continued to deteriorate, for a 5 day course of treatment which thankfully set me on the road to recovery.

By the time I was discharged from hospital, I was exactly 36 weeks pregnant and still having real trouble with sensation and mobility. I knew I was on a timetable to recover my strength in time to give birth, and started to worry about what was going to happen when the time came. Not for the first time I was incredibly glad that I’d engaged Carrie as my midwife; her unswerving positivity and pragmatic attitude to my condition were a huge comfort to me during what was a really frightening time.

Carrie’s thoughts were that as the GBS was not at all pregnancy-related and was unlikely to affect my baby, I should still be able to give birth naturally, and she would still be comfortable attending me at a home birth unless there was any clinical evidence to make transferring to hospital advisable.

Between us, Carrie and I agreed that my main problems in labour were going to be strength and stamina – I simply didn’t know if I was going to be able to cope with the demands of childbirth, given that I couldn’t stand up for longer than a few minutes, and even sitting up for any length of time was tiring. I knew in my heart that the only chance I had of achieving an active birth, where I could move and change position according to my instincts in labour, would be by using a birth pool. In water, I knew I would be as mobile and comfortable as I possibly could be – and therefore able to make the most of my very limited strength.

At 37 weeks, Carrie and I met with the consultant obstetrician that I had been referred to after the GBS diagnosis, and a consultant anaesthetist he asked to come along.  My aim for the meeting was to come up with a Birth Plan B in case when I went into labour I wanted to be in hospital. Apparently the consultants’ aim was to scare me into giving up the idea of home birth. I was told of horrible things that might happen to my blood pressure and pulse with the onset of active labour, advised that the placing of an epidural would be complicated and risky due to the existing nerve damage from the GBS, told that emergency caesarean under general anaesthetic would be ultra-complicated and risky, that I could require ventilation, that I could die, that my baby could die…

The consultant anaesthetist in particular continually talked in absolutes; “when” you get your epidural, “when” you need your caesarean section – calling the various interventions “yours” as if they belonged to me and I’d already begged her for them.

I was terrified that I was being bloody-minded to the point of endangering myself and my baby, but I could still sense Carrie believing in my ability to give birth, so from somewhere found the strength to tell the consultants that although I would have a very low threshold for transfer to hospital on clinical indications of any problem with the labour or the baby, I would not be deciding where to give birth until I knew how I was going to feel when labour started.

My understanding of the risks I faced was very different from the medical view. They feared that my blood pressure and pulse rate would cause me to crash; I feared their continuous monitoring of those, which would confine me to bed where I wouldn’t be able to cope with the pain. They feared that an epidural would cause permanent damage to my already raw nerve casings; I feared being forced to labour on my back which would make the dangerous epidural necessary. They were concerned with constantly looking for what might go wrong; I needed to know I’d given myself every opportunity for things to go right.

Things kicked off more or less the same as they had with Lewis – albeit nearly 2 weeks earlier. After more or less constant Braxton Hicks contractions which began while I was still bed-bound and paralysed in hospital (with hindsight, my clever body trying to shift poor persistently posterior Adam into a more sensible position ready for birth – foiled by my forced immobility), my waters broke overnight between 37&6 and 38 weeks.

Then, the same wait for “proper” contractions. I knew the statistics – 86% of women would go into labour within 24 hours of membrane rupture; so I was determined to wait it out this time and avoid the syntocinon drip. It took another 3 days for my labour to start (by which time I was getting very anxious) and at 38&3 my first ever natural “real” contractions started.

This time, instead lying in bed in a sterile and frightening hospital room, I was propped up on pillows on my own couch. Lack of sleep in the last few days of my pregnancy had drained me of so much strength that my residual GBS symptoms had been getting worse; by the time my waters had been broken for 3 days I was having trouble walking again. Nonetheless, once my husband had helped me to overcome a last-minute crisis of confidence, the thought of hospital was banished from my head and didn’t occur to me again.

Contractions became steadily more intense throughout the morning. I was in a strange state of denial; having never gone into labour at all with Lewis, and following the prolonged “false start” of broken waters and incessant Braxton Hicks contractions, I had started to feel like I would never give birth. So every stage I reached and passed was accompanied by a feverish thought in my head – “Oh God, I really hope I’m in labour now!”

Carrie had popped out to run a quick errand, and on her return I was clearly working hard. I had moved through to the dining room, where I could balance my huge pile of prop-me-up pillows on the side of the birth pool so that I could lean forward on to them while sitting on the edge of a bed we had set up – it had become impossible for me to sit upright on the couch any longer, I simply didn’t have the strength.

A quick examination, and my first shot of the gas & air (I have a horror of internals that makes me tense up and panic, so wanted to be comfortably stoned) revealed that I was 4cm dilated, and in active labour. This meant only one thing to me – that I could get into the birthing pool! I have never felt such a profound sense of relief as I did when I slipped into the water – instantly my mobility issues vanished, I could move about with ease, my weight was no longer dragging me to the ground and making me ache – I could float, I could turn, I could lean forward; and it was easy.

As far as I can remember, things sped up from that point. I was using the gas & air to get me through the contractions which seemed far too far apart and too short for me to be in active labour. I heard Carrie telling me that I was doing brilliantly, that the contractions were right on top of each other, and I was confused. Then I realised that I had been counting the feeling of pain as a contraction, and in fact there was a period of painless pressure on either side of the short (but intense) pain which meant that my contractions were coming thick and fast, and only hurting me at their peak now that I was relaxed and surrendering to the process.

The whole birth became a sort of strange “out of body experience” as rational, informed Elaine watched primal, animal Elaine in the pool going through the stages of labour. I remember words coming out of my mouth; “I can’t do it. It’s too hard. I can’t do it!” (Gosh, you sound just like you’re going through transition!)

Suddenly my body was pushing; (Oh! You just pushed!) nobody had told me to – it just happened. My despair of the moment before had been reassured by Carrie’s confident “you are doing it Elaine, you’re doing great” and was suddenly replaced by an elated certainty that came out of my mouth with the words “Ahaaa – nowwe’re getting somewhere!”

Pushing lasted 30 minutes, and not once was I told what to do. My body pushed for me, as my husband held my hands and bathed my face and neck with cool lavender water; the second most blissful thing I have ever felt – after the initial plunge into the birth pool.

As I felt Adam’s head pop out, (Surely I must be in labour now!) another great wave of relief washed over me, and with the next contraction I felt his body slide out. Carrie said “Well Elaine, do you want to pick your baby up?”

I looked down between my legs to see Adam apparently swimming, and I felt incredible, strong, powerful, elated, amazing as I reached into the water for him. Then I remembered that my stupid hands were still numb when I fumbled with the slippery little bundle and dropped him again. Luckily, Carrie caught him, and helped me manoeuvre myself to the edge of the pool where I sat with my new baby on my chest and wept tears of joy, relief and general emotional overload.

The rest of the process was straightforward, if a little tedious. I was shattered, and getting out of the pool reminded me of just how weak I was physically. The placenta was being a bit stubborn, so Carrie and Jenny, my second midwife, helped me onto a birthing stool where I briefly felt resentful (I’ve just had a frickin’ baby – can’t I have a break now?) then amused when I remembered reading the words of midwifery guru Ina May Gaskin who told one similarly tired-of-it mum “oh honey, this is the easy bit – there aren’t any bones”. I had a few contractions and pushed it out without any bother.

Then it was back to my couch for cups of sweet tea and bacon sandwiches. Adam had a little feed on my right breast, and then me, my husband and our two beautiful boys had a huge cuddle on the couch before Adam and I were transferred, grateful, happy, spent and (most importantly) safe, to our own bed.

I don’t want to write too much more, because that seems like such a perfect ending to me. All I want to add is that I am glad every single day that I chose to give birth at home; I’m glad that I chose Carrie as my midwife, and I’m glad that I have a wonderful husband who trusts me to give birth to our babies without needing a doctor. In the same PROM / OP baby scenario as first time round, with some extra complications added by the GBS, I had a healthy, safe and natural birth – simply because I was cared for and supported in labour by people I trusted, and I was allowed the peace and privacy I needed to let my body do its wonderful job of giving birth.