In a midwife's suburban Atlanta home with a playground and chicken coop outside, Madie Collins lay on an examination table while the midwife measured her pregnant belly. Unlike at many a doctor's office, no crinkly paper sheet covered the table and no antiseptic chill lingered in the air. The room next door, where Collins' appointment began, was filled with children's toys and scented candles and warmed by a wood-burning stove.

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