There was an ambulance driver or EMT back on PoE news who regaled us of a story about some hippie dippy mom who decided to do an unassisted water birth in an oversized wading pool at home. During the winter. Feet-high snow.
Welp, she did it with nobody but dad and the other two kids assisting. Something went wrong and she bled out, baby died, EMTs had to slog a good 5-10 minutes through the snow to get to the house from the road carrying their gear and a stretcher.
All they could do when they got to the house was pronounce it, wrap her up and try to comfort the guy until county came.
We've clawed our way out of mud, our own shit, caves, trees, huts, adobe cliff dwellings, damp candle-and-kerosene-lamp lit brick abattoirs and one plague after the other to give ourselves a fighting chance at staying on top. Mother nature is trying her level fucking best to kill each and every one of us
. And we've adapted to more than even the odds that she can pull it off. But we've still got backwards loons like the one in the 888 article above and the lady who preferred the chance she'd die like a character in a Bronte novel to having a 3rd healthy child and her life. I dunno man.