I have given birth four times. All four at home. Five babies, including my twins, with one being breech, born nineteen minutes apart. I have never once been in a hospital for a birth. And I am so tired of this conversation. If you birth at home: you’re reckless. You’re putting yourself and your baby at risk. You got lucky. If you get an epidural: you couldn’t handle it. You didn’t really experience birth. If you have a C-section: you let them cut the baby out. It’s not a real birth. There is no version of how a woman brings a baby into the world that isn’t criticized by someone. There is no choice that escapes judgment. There is no birth story that some corner of the internet won’t find a problem with. And I am done with it. Every single one of those births — the epidural, the C-section, the home birth, the hospital birth, the medicated, the unmedicated — represents a woman doing one of the hardest things a human body can do. The method is not the measure of the woman. My home ...