The NY Times' Julie Scelfo reports that thanks to Ricki Lake's documentary about having her baby in her bathtub in the West Village, home births are all cool now in the city. And not just among "hippie freaks or religious fundamentalists," either.
We can assume that this trend is real because some home birth specialist midwives are booked six months in advance. And it's all happening even though people worry about the rug and the sofa; or whether their one-bedroom can hold the birthing pool; or where everyone's going to sit; or--and this seems to be the real sticking point--what the neighbors will think about 15-40 hours of primal labor noisemaking.
I'm not sure, but I think the protocol for throwing a loud birthing in a New York City apartment building is to give the neighbors a courtesy heads up, and then to give them a bottle of champagne and an invitation to come on over if they hear a party.
Baby, You're Home [nyt]