I Had A C-Section And A Homebirth—Here’s How They Compare

If you’re a mom-to-be weighing your options or just someone who loves a good birth story, consider this your inside scoop on what it’s like to go from a very "standard" hospital birth to a homebirth with a midwife.

Spoiler alert: There are pros and cons to both.

The C-Section I Didn’t Expect

When I got pregnant for the first time, I was naive. I downloaded What to Expect When You’re Expecting, went to my OB appointments, and just…trusted the process. No research, no deep dive into different birthing methods, no real preparation beyond the occasional Pinterest scroll for nursery inspiration. I was 27 at the time and had no health issues before or during my entire pregnancy, so I was basically winging it.

Everything was smooth sailing until about 36 weeks when my doctor informed me that my daughter hadn’t turned head-down. Breech. Just like that, my fate was sealed—a scheduled C-section was "necessary," or so I was told.

Most people around me were very “Oh, it’s fine! Just do it!” about the whole thing. And I went along with it, even though something inside me didn’t feel quite right. Looking back now, I'm more convinced that it was unnecessary, but my doctor at the time preferred performing C-sections rather than letting mothers labor naturally. She knew that I wanted minimal interventions and seemed accommodating during my prenatal appointments, but I think she also picked up on the fact that I knew very little about the specifics of birth and used that to get the surgery scheduled.

My Hospital Birth

I remember everything vividly. The OR was cold and bright. I was nervous but trying to stay calm My husband, Jeff, was there in scrubs, excited and nervous too, holding my hand and doing his best to reassure me.

The procedure was scheduled early in the morning a couple of days before my due date. After they prepped me for surgery, the drugs kicked in—a strange, floaty sensation that made me feel incredibly tired and slightly nauseous. The nice anesthesiologist stayed by my side along with me, gently reassuring me. Then one of the doctors said, “Okay, you’re going to feel a little tug.”

And I did. It wasn’t painful, but there was a weird pressure, an unmistakable sensation of movement inside my body. A few moments later, I heard it—the tiny, miraculous cry of my baby girl. Relief flooded me as Jeff rushed over to her, his face lighting up as he helped wash her.

Moments later, he brought her over to me, placing her close enough so I could take in her bright, beautiful, blinking eyes. She was barely 6 pounds, and I remember crying happy tears and feeling completely in love.

The aftermath was less exciting. I was groggy from the meds, exhausted, and still lying on an operating table while the doctors stitched me up. But I was grateful that I was aware of everything happening. Thankfully, little Vivian latched on right away when I tried to breastfeed her. It hurt after a few attempts—a sharp, searing pain—but a young nurse noticed my struggle and brought me nipple shields, which turned out to be a lifesaver in those early days.

Going to the bathroom for the first time after surgery? Absolutely awful. The constipation from the drugs was no joke, and I distinctly remember sitting there, feeling like I was about to die until it was finally over. The nurses helped me move around slowly, checking my stitches, changing the gauze frequently, and encouraging me to walk—which was unpleasant but surprisingly doable within a few hours.

After Birth

Jeff had nowhere comfortable to sleep, so we made do as best we could. Most hospital accommodations for dads are not luxurious, to say the least. My bed wasn't much better. The food? I don’t really remember, which probably means it was unremarkable.

The nurses? A mixed bag. Some were absolutely wonderful, gently checking on me, offering help, and making sure Vivian and I were both okay. Others were...less helpful. Like the one who barged into my room at 2 a.m. loudly talking on the phone, completely oblivious to the fact that I was desperately trying to get a few minutes of rest.

Speaking of sleep—I barely got any. The paranoia of being separated from my baby was real, and I had a hard time letting the nurses take her. When I finally relented, Jeff followed after her so I could relax, and I got a solid nap, which made all the difference.

Our family came to visit soon after the surgery, overjoyed to meet Vivian. The hospital had strict rules about how many visitors we could have at once, so Jeff handled the logistics while I focused on recovering. It was sweet but brief, and honestly, I was okay with that—I loved seeing everyone’s excitement, but I also just wanted time alone with my baby and my husband.

Oh, and then the hospital made us watch a bizarre educational video about not shaking your baby—which, obviously, yes, don’t shake your baby, but the way it was presented felt more eerie than informative. Jeff and I just sat there weirded out, checked it off our list, and moved on. A blissful moment in the midst of all that was being able to take a shower and change into fresh clothes. Stepping under warm water and getting into a clean outfit was a little slice of heaven.

Postnatal Care

Once we were home again (I think we were at the hospital just short of 72 hours), the postnatal care visits started. I would visit my OB's office with my baby in tow, and nurses would ask me questions about whether I was feeling depressed (no) or wanted birth control (also no). They didn't seem to like my answer to that second question, but I just smiled politely.

I understood why they had to ask, but it felt a little out of place when I was just trying to enjoy my baby. The focus seemed to be less on celebrating new motherhood and more on making sure I didn’t fall apart. Not the most uplifting vibe, but I took what was useful and ignored the rest.

Final Thoughts on My C-Section Experience

Overall, my first birth was a fine experience, especially considering how little I had prepared.

Would I have chosen a C-section if I had known more? Probably not. But was it a horrible, traumatic experience? Not at all. The biggest downsides were the discomforts of being in a hospital—the lack of sleep, the sterile environment, the occasional pushy nurse—but nothing was so awful that I looked back with angst. Instead, I focused on a healthy baby, a smooth recovery, and a husband who supported me through every step.

Pros of My C-Section Experience

• I didn’t have to deal with labor. No contractions, no pushing.

• Recovery was smoother than I expected—I was walking around within hours.

• Breastfeeding went fine despite the initial pain.

• The people were generally pleasant and helpful.

Cons of My C-Section Experience

• My husband had nowhere comfortable to sleep.

• The hospital bed was as pleasant as you’d expect (read: not at all).

• Some of the nurses were amazing, and others were…not.

• The overall vibe was clinical and mechanical, not mother-and-baby-focused.

Overall, it was a perfectly okay birth experience. But when I got pregnant again, I knew I wanted something different.

My Homebirth Experience

Three years later, I was pregnant again at age 29, but by then, I had been introduced to a whole different world of birth stories. I had met women who had homebirths. I had learned about midwifery care. I had taken an actual birth class that went beyond “Here’s what to pack for the hospital.”

I wasn’t anti-hospital by any means, but I also wasn’t eager to sign up for another C-section just because my OB told me to. And she was telling me to—pushing for a repeat C-section even though I was a good candidate for a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean). I had a lot more knowledge than the first time around, so when she refused to sign off on a VBAC, I ultimately decided to work with a highly recommended midwife.

Prenatal Care and Labor

My prenatal care with my midwife was one of the most positive parts of my pregnancy. She had a beautiful home nestled in a wooded lot, and every appointment felt more like a calming visit with a trusted friend.

We would spend a full hour talking—not just about standard pregnancy symptoms, but about how I was feeling overall, what I was eating, and how things were going with my family and work. She would measure me, check the baby’s heartbeat, and answer every question I had with patience and genuine care.

I also chose to get additional prenatal care from a local women’s health clinic so I could access ultrasounds and lab work. I’d have those results sent to my midwife, and she would carefully review them with me at our next appointment. It made me feel empowered and reassured, knowing that my health and my baby’s health were being carefully monitored, but in a way that felt personal.

Labor started about a week after my due date. My midwife arrived shortly after my water broke, and I spent early labor completely in control—moving freely, eating and drinking when I wanted, even stepping outside for short walks in our backyard. I FaceTimed my parents. I snuggled with Jeff in our bed when I felt tired. When active labor hit, he coached me through it, but as the intensity ramped up, my midwife took over. At one point, I asked her to pray for me, and she did. I turned on music, trying to stay focused.

Then the pain really hit during active labor. Especially in my lower back. I had mentally prepared for labor to be intense, but nothing truly prepares you for what it feels like until you're in it. There was that moment of desperation that so many women describe, the creeping doubt that I wouldn’t be able to do it. But my midwife kept me moving, adjusting positions, helping me push past the fear.

Still, everything progressed as expected...until the last push. For some reason, my contractions stopped right as he crowned. Which meant I had to push without a contraction while my midwife pulled him out—easily one of the most painful things I have ever done. And then, finally, my son, Leo, was born. But something was wrong.

He was "swooning"—a term I had never heard before and never wanted to experience again. Purplish, silent, not breathing. The midwife acted immediately, giving him rescue breaths. Seconds later, he coughed, turned a healthy pink, and latched onto me like a pro. Relief doesn’t even begin to describe it. I watched the color return to Jeff's face, too. We were both in shock, then horror, and then elated all in less than a minute. Thankfully, my emotions slowly settled as I studied my son's dark eyes and his perfect, chubby little face, overwhelmed with love and gratitude once again.

Then came pushing out the placenta, something I hadn’t had to deal with during my C-section. Honestly? I was already a little freaked out from the moments earlier when Leo wasn’t breathing, and the whole sensation of delivering the placenta felt strange. But as soon as it was out, I felt instant relief. My midwife eventually led me to the shower, and that’s when I noticed just how much blood there was. She assured me it wasn’t an abnormal amount, but still—it was a little startling to see.

To this day, I still don’t know why my contractions stopped when they did or why Leo was swooning. My midwife speculated that he may have been tangled in the cord. Either way, crisis averted—or so I thought until my midwife realized I had torn pretty badly in the process of pushing and needed stitches at the hospital. Also maybe because Leo was a whopping ten pounds and 21 inches long.

So, off we went—me, my brand-new baby, and my husband—while my midwife stayed behind and cleaned up because the hospital wouldn't allow her to come with us. The hospital staff was not thrilled to be stitching up a homebirth mom. The judgment was palpable, but they did their job and sent me on my way.

Recovery: Rougher Than a C-Section?

Believe it or not, recovery from my homebirth was harder than my C-section. Not because of the birth itself, but because all that pushing did leave me in quite a bit pain down below. Once again, going to the bathroom was a nightmare, but at least this time, I was suffering in the comfort of my own home instead of a hospital room.

Thankfully, my postnatal care was phenomenal. My midwife was incredibly kind, patient, and knowledgeable, always taking her time to check on me and make sure I was truly okay. The vibe was calm, happy, and reassuring—quite the contrast to the impersonal check-ins I had at the hospital after my C-section.

She even brought me a homemade herbal tincture made from comfrey leaves, which ended up saving my life when it came to bathroom breaks. I’ll never forget her looking at me with a proud smile and saying, "You did an amazing job, Carmen, and Leo is so cute. You were moving a pro athlete during that birth!" It was the encouragement I didn’t even know I needed.

Final Thoughts on My Home Birth Experience

Overall, my home birth was a positive experience. Would I have chosen a home birth for my first baby? Probably not—I just didn’t have the knowledge or confidence back then. But I'm glad I did it. Despite the unexpected hospital trip for stitches, I felt more in control, more supported, and more connected to the birth process than I ever did during my C-section.

The biggest benefits? The comfort of my own space, the incredible midwifery care, and the ability to truly rest and recover at home. The biggest downside? The recovery from tearing and those pushing pains (which I wouldn’t blame on home birth itself, just natural birth in general).

Pros of My Homebirth Experience

• I was so much more educated and empowered this time around.

• I loved my prenatal care and postnatal support—my midwife was fantastic.

• I didn’t have to stay at the hospital, which meant I got to recover in my own comfy bed in familiar surroundings.

Cons of My Homebirth Experience

• The issues with my contractions and Leo swooning were very scary, and I'm so thankful my midwife knew what to do.

• I still ended up at the hospital for a few hours, which was not a fun experience as a homebirth transfer.

• The recovery was harder overall, but it still was more pleasant than being at the hospital.

C-Section vs. Homebirth: Which Was Better?

Clearly, neither was perfect. And if I were to do it again, I’d probably aim for something in the middle: Maybe a hospital birth with a top-notch doula, a solid birth plan, and zero fear of advocating for my own preferences. I'd utilize Jeff and the nurses at the hospital to get some quality sleep (because it's so important) and I’d insist on being discharged when I’m ready. And most of all, I wouldn’t fixate so much on the birth itself, but on preparing for postpartum—the real marathon.

Comparing the Costs

The financial side of birth is a whole conversation in itself and will depend greatly on where you live and the specific circumstances surrounding your pregnancy, but this is typically how the costs compare:

• C-Section: Thankfully, insurance covered most of it, but the final bill was still significant.

• Homebirth: No insurance coverage, but the midwife’s care (prenatal, birth, postnatal) was a fraction of what hospitals charge.

Final Thoughts

Would I have a C-section again? If necessary, absolutely.

Would I have another homebirth? If I felt confident in myself and my midwife, yes.

Either way, I’d focus on education, advocacy, and setting myself up for a smoother postpartum transition. How you give birth is important—but it’s not the whole story. No matter how your baby enters the world, one thing is true across the board: The birth is just the beginning of a beautiful and wild ride.