I was born at home on a Sunday morning. I understand my mom was getting dinner but had to let my dad finish when she went to the bedroom. Dad was kept busy between dinner, taking care of the other children and upstairs checking on mom.
The doctor arrived just before I was born. We never had an outhouse except for a short while when Janet was born, on a farm where Gramps worked. No running water. We had a pump to a well just outside. I had to heat water for laundry in a wash tub.
I remember as a preschooler, my folks pumped water for the kitchen sink and heated whenever needed.