This may be too much info, but here goes. I really wanted a homebirth and I had a fabulous French midwife who was very supportive, but pointed out that I lived in a pokey, top floor flat with very narrow staircase. She thought, on balance, that if anything went wrong, it would be very difficult to get me down (certainly not on a stretcher), so I had my baby at King's. As it happened, it was a very good birth. Some years later, I lost my flat and ended up in a hostel. Ghastly times, but the point is, that had I had my daughter at home, I would have been pretty suicidal everytime I went past my previous home. As it is, every time I pass King's I am filled with gratitude.