We watched a documentary called "The Business of Being Born". Insightful if you need a good idea of whether you're wishing to have birth in a hospital or a home-birth with a midwife attendant (A midwife is cheaper and more natural overall, until something's done with our medical system, but is devoid of epidurals and other pain meds). I would only recommend this doccy if you don't mind the section on the barbaric practices of the past, and the effects of experimental medications that completely screwed over some kids. Women were given drugs that made them lose all control and had to be lashed down to their beds. People might pay good money for that shit now for other reasons, but not for having kids by. Maybe...
We preferred the notion of kneading her stomach to get the kid heads-down to having a cut just below her belly. Complications that might arise and all that jazz.
Instead, the kid decided to comply and moved back into position on her own. Induction followed and two pushes later Rosaleigh Casie Holmes was out into the world. I couldn't be prouder. Her big sister's looking forward to helping out.
The hospital's been good to us too. I don't know why they would throw celebratory dinners for patients, but this one does. It'll probably get hidden in the bill somewhere, as usual. A little hesitant on the security of cafeteria-made surf and turf dinner.
At least I'm already where if I need to be if the meal goes sour. ;3