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My son arrived on August 17th (6 days after the guess date). This was baby # 4 for me. I did not have a natural childbirth. Here’s my summary:

My last 2 children arrived the day after my doctor said that I was dilated 1 cm. I expected the same thing to happen this time, but I was dilated 1 cm for 3 weeks and there were numerous times when I thought my birthing time had started. I became very frantic and could not sleep the last 2 weeks or so of pregnancy. Both my mom and mother-in-law were very ill, which added to my anxiety. I was wondering who would keep my other 3 children while I was in the hospital.

I woke up on the morning of August 16th with pressure waves (about 7:00 a.m.). They weren’t painful, but not comfortable to sleep through. I didn’t think much of it since this happened so many times before. The pressure waves were steady all day…ranging from 9 to 11 minutes apart and they seemed to get stronger. I had some bloody show starting in the evening and the pressure waves got as close together as 3 minutes for a couple of hours. But, they were not long enough to make me feel as though I should call the doctor. I did not sleep that night.I had an appointment with my doctor at 10:45 on the 17th. I was only 3 cm, but 80% effaced. My doctor said that I could go to the hospital or wait at home…my decision. The pressure waves were not coming together as I had hoped and I thought I would labor all day without assistance.

I decided to head to the hospital and agreed to pitocin since I was so wiped out and just wanted to see my baby. I checked in at 11:30. I kept refusing the epidural. I had decided to get one, but not until my water broke. I was warned that I would deliver extremely fast after my water broke, so I consented to the epidural at 7 cm/100% effaced.

Although I did not have a natural birth, Hypnobabies helped me greatly. I am extremely afraid of hospitals and medical staff. I was able to use my lightswitch and visualize aneshesia during contractions and to block out my fears. I was amazed at how well it worked. My epidural did not work and I was 9 cm with just my Hypnobabies techniques. The aneshesiologist shot some type of meds into the line and I could no longer feel contractions. It was kind of a waste since my doctor arrived shortly after and my son was born. He was born at 3:48 and was 8 lbs 10 oz and 22 inches. Note-I was warned of a huge baby for months and I don’t consider this big….all of my other children were about the same size.

Although my birth did not go the way I planned, I am very greatful that I discovered Hypnobabies. It helped me to sleep better (I’ve had insomnia since childhood) for most of my pregnancy. I felt healthier and more fit than in my prior pregnancies. I feel like I am recovering extremely fast also. It definately helped with pain relief also…like magic.

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This is the story of my baby Paul’s beautiful home birth on the morning after his guess date, and the events leading up to it.

Wow, was that a huge surprise to us or what!  My first baby was induced 12 days past his guess date and my second baby was induced 8 days past her guess date.  We certainly weren’t expecting this baby to be more or less on time!  We were just putting DS (4 y/o) and DD (2 y/o) down for nap/quiet time when my water broke.  DH was just finishing up reading a story to DD and I had gone to her room and closed her blinds and gotten things ready for her to nap.  I was walking back down the hall to the living room thinking to myself, “Hmmm, so this is the guess date.  I guess if we’re ever going to have a guess date baby we’ll have to wait for another pregnancy since nothing’s happening today.  Oh well, only something like 3% of babies are born on their guess dates anyway…”  And no more than 2 seconds later my water broke!  But I didn’t know it at the time.  It felt like the baby whacked me inside with a wrench, a very weird and sore sensation I hadn’t felt before.  I yelped, “OW!” and tried to describe it to DH.  The next “braxton hicks” wave felt very different too.  I was sitting down at the kitchen table and making out the grocery shopping list, but when I got up I started to leak a little bit of clear fluid with white flecks (vernix?).  This happened with the next 3 waves, soaking a pad and then some each time.  At first I thought maybe it was just the mucus plug, since I heard that sometimes it can be very watery.

DH went to get our weekly groceries, and I called my midwife at around 4:00 pm.  She said it sounded like my water broke, and since I hadn’t felt baby move for a while (which was normal for this pregnancy–I guess a prenatal sign of how good a sleeper and mellow he is!) she wanted me to come in so she could listen to his heartbeat.  She told us to stop by a local restaurant to get some eggplant parmesan on the way since we most likely would be trying to have this baby within the next 24 hours.  WOW!  That totally shocked me!  I hadn’t even washed our gender-neutral baby clothes yet!!  I had washed the blankets, but not the clothes.  I quickly put that load of laundry on and started getting things ready for the trip to the midwife’s house (about 30 minutes away).  DH got home and I quickly washed the grapes he bought and stuck them in the freezer, since our midwife suggested we have some frozen grapes on hand for the birth (and now they are one of my favorite foods!  Delicious!).  We called in the order for the eggplant parmesan and quickly unpacked the groceries and headed off.  We were listening to Weird Al and Flight of the Conchords, of all things, on the radio on way there!  Good to keep a sense of humor about it, I guess. :) But I did end up with some bizarre songs stuck in my head during my birthing time thanks to that!  Everything was fine with baby when we got there, and we were given instructions to call every hour or two, or if anything changed, to let her know how things were going.  I was also to take another dose of evening primrose oil (I had been taking 3000 mg twice a day to ripen my cervix) and an extra couple of 5W herbal pills which help prepare the body for birthing.  The midwife also told me that she had been praying that this baby wouldn’t be born “late” like the others.  I was really touched to hear that.  I was very blessed to have a midwife who shared our faith.

We stopped by the store on the way home to get some castor oil per midwife’s instructions and some ready-made dinner for DH and the kids.  As we were walking around the store, my pressure waves were getting closer and more intense.  I was putting my “Peace” cue to good work!  We also looked for some liquid calcium which was on the list of supplies to have ready (although our midwife told me that just having regular calcium pills was OK too).  I remember swaying through a pressure wave waiting for help from the pharmacist, just smiling to myself thinking how the customers and workers at the store would be shocked if they knew I was actively in my birthing time.  We picked up some Lunchables for the kids’ dinners and a sub sandwich for DH while we were there.  The last few pressure waves in the car on the drive home were very “interesting” indeed!  I was happy to get home and bounce on the birthing ball for a bit while DH and the kids ate their supper.

I quickly put the clean, wet baby clothes in the dryer. :)  I called to give our midwife an update around 8:00 pm, pressure waves were about 5-6 minutes apart.  She said she was on her way over, but I told her I didn’t think she needed to come just yet.

DH got the kids tucked into bed after I took my last pregnant photos with both of them.  I fluttered around trying to get stuff done (blow up the pool, etc.) and then decided to take a shower.  That wasn’t the brightest idea, since it depleted our hot water that we were trying to fill the birthing pool with!  Fortunately we were able to get the pool filled before I needed it anyway.  The midwife called while I was in the shower and told DH she was coming over.  She got here around 10:30 and asked if she could check me.  We live in a somewhat rural area, and I allowed her to check to get an idea of whether or not her assistant should come right over or wait a bit before coming.  I was only 2 cm (she checked me the previous Friday and I was 0 cm but “soft”).  My pressure waves were feeling a lot stronger, but I wasn’t having much trouble relaxing.  The midwife stayed until 11:30 pm, setting up all her stuff for the birth.  Then she said that the best thing is for us to get some sleep, for me to sleep between contractions if I could, and that she would go home and be ready to come back when I couldn’t sleep anymore.  She told me to drink a little glass of warm OJ with 2 tablespoons of castor oil and take five more 5W pills as well as my strong brew of red raspberry leaf tea before bed.

At this point I was really exhausted.  I went to bed late the previous night and got up extra early (and couldn’t sleep for over an hour in the middle of the night, being stressed out about baby names of all things!).  I was going to take an afternoon nap, but then my water broke and so those plans never worked out either.  Another plan for “next time” is to make sure I get to bed early every single night from 38 weeks on!

I made a little bed on the couch, on top of one of the blue pads from my birth kit, and DH slept next to me on the floor.  We had the Hypnobabies birth CD playing on the kitchen radio.  I dozed off for a few minutes and woke up in a lot of discomfort from a very intense pressure wave.  I had been using my Hypnobabies techniques, but of course I couldn’t really focus on that and sleep at the same time.  After that wave was over, I got up and tried some different positions, sitting on the ball, etc.  I found that the Hypnobabies techniques weren’t helping as much as they did earlier in the evening (but they did help quite a bit, since all of those pressure waves while I was actively using my techniques were a LOT better than the one I woke up from).  I didn’t want to wake up DH, since I knew he was also very tired and we had a long night ahead of us.  I was feeling desperately tired, so I decided to sit on the ball and lean up against the arm rest of the couch, with a couch cushion wedged between me and the couch to rest my head on.  I fell asleep for about 10 minutes and again woke to a horribly uncomfortable pressure wave.  But this time I felt a little more refreshed.  That mini-nap really made a difference!

I decided I really didn’t want to wake up to another one of those unmanaged pressure waves, so I got up and managed another one which was better, but still very intense.  I decided things were getting really serious and I woke DH at 12:30 am, who helped me through every wave from then on.  What a difference that made!  With Hypnobabies, there is a cue that the husband or doula or whoever can use–put a hand firmly on the shoulder or forehead of the mom and say “Relax.”  This really helped me a LOT!  There were some pretty intense waves that instantly felt much, much better when DH did this.  Mostly it just made them feel partially better, though (about 60% more comfortable than without).  But this cue also helped me stay relaxed, which really was the main thing.  Next time I’m going to spend a lot more time practicing this with him, since unfortunately I only practiced with him 3 times (and hence it only 100% completely relieved the discomfort of pressure waves about three times, ha ha!).

I called my midwife, and she arrived a little past 1:00 am.  She checked me and I was at 5-6 cm with pressure waves 2-3 minutes apart.  I was so happy to hear that, since I barely made it past 3 cm with my previous 2 (hospital) births before getting the epidural.  And those labors were very p***ful and difficult to cope with compared to what I was experiencing in my Hypnobabies home birth.  She gave me the go-ahead to get into the birth pool, so I went to the bathroom first and then got in.  Since my baby was posterior, the midwife suggested it might feel good to lean over the side of the pool.  I tried it for one wave, but it felt horrible!  I tried a few different positions, some made the pressure waves feel better but gave me cramps in my legs.  Finally I found something that worked.  I was a little disappointed because the water really wasn’t making things feel much better than they did on land.  And the shoulder-touch “relax” cue that DH had been using with me successfully on land wasn’t working as well in the water.  I realized that on land he had been using my left shoulder, but now how I was sitting, he was using my right shoulder since it was closer.  I told him “that shoulder isn’t working!” and he moved to a place that was more behind me, where he could reach my left shoulder again.  But I didn’t like having him behind me versus in front of me for some reason.  Thinking back on our practice sessions, I now remember he always used my left shoulder from the front during practice and never my right.  I’ll make sure we practice lots on BOTH shoulders from BOTH directions if we’re ever blessed with another baby!  It wasn’t long after that, maybe a wave or two, before I got to transformation.

I had 2 transformation waves and then I thought I had to go to the bathroom for #2.  My midwife asked if I had any pressure on my bottom because she thought the baby might be coming soon.  I said I had a little and needed to go to the bathroom.  She said it might be the baby coming, and I thought “YAY!”  But part of me didn’t believe I could be at that stage so soon.  I was tired and the waves were intense, but I didn’t feel like I was at the end of my rope (like I’ve read in many non-Hypnobabies birth stories as a sign that the baby’s almost here).  I got out of the pool, which was set up in the kitchen, and went to the bathroom down the hallway in between waves.  Somewhere at this time the midwife called her assistant and told her to hurry up and get here.  The assistant, was apparently on her way and almost to our house.  I sat down on the toilet and suddenly I had to push!  The midwife said, “You’ve got to move your hips to the edge of the toilet seat.  You don’t want this baby’s head to come out in the commode!”  But I had no idea how to maneuver that, so I just stood up, and I had another pushing pressure wave.  I told my midwife and DH that I couldn’t keep doing this standing up, and I wanted to try the birthing chair.  But unfortunately it wasn’t put together yet (it consisted of 2 pieces that slide together–easy to assemble, but we needed something NOW).  So we quickly decided to run down the hall to the bedroom between pressure waves.  Luckily we were prepared for the possibility of birthing on both the couch and the bed, with plastic and old sheets over both.  It was the weirdest feeling waddling down the hall (naked!) with the baby’s head coming down and the midwife’s hand practically holding it in!

We got to the bedroom and I jumped up on the bed just as the next wave hit.  At this point the waves were not at all p***ful–they felt so good!  The urge to push was so strong that I couldn’t help vocalizing a bit, but it wasn’t due to p**n.  And out came our baby’s head, while I was in the hands and knees position!  I heard our midwife say something about seeing a beautiful baby, and DH said something about that too, and I thought to myself, but the baby’s not out yet, how can they say he or she is beautiful?  Ha ha!  Anyway, then the midwife suggested I flip over to my back to push the rest of him out, with DH holding my legs.  Apparently there was a little shoulder dystocia and she thought trying this other position would help.  And it did!  Paul was born with the next push, for a total pushing time of 3 minutes!  He was born at 1:56 am.  And although I never got to listen to the “Pushing Baby Out” track, I felt absolutely no p**n or “ring of fire” as my baby was born–just relief from the pressure.

Paul had his umbilical cord wrapped once around his shoulders when he came out, and once the midwife untangled him, she placed him right on my chest.  I quickly checked to see if he was a boy or a girl and found out he’s a BOY!  Poor little guy was all pale gray-looking, and DH was sent out to the living room to fetch the oxygen tank.  We rubbed him with some towels, and he started breathing and crying after making a few little gurgly noises, no oxygen necessary.  Soon he pinked up nicely.  The midwife then took a look and said, as if surprised, “Yes, he IS a boy!”  Ha ha!  I guess she didn’t think I could have gotten a good look in such a short time.  I told DH that I was right!  I had been thinking it was a boy for the last few weeks, since every time I talked about the baby I used “he” or “him” for some reason, without really thinking about it.  Here is baby Paul’s very first picture, although unfortunately it came out blurry due to the low light in our room at the time (but I’m so thankful that my baby was born in such a cozy, loving environment!): http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9d622b3127ccec793140cc02300000040O00AbMmzJuzZsmIPbz4a/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/ About one minute after he was born, the assistant arrived.  So much for that!

He latched right on and started nursing right away.  We waited about 20-30 minutes until the cord stopped pulsing, and then DH cut the cord.  Once Paul stopped nursing, they had DH take his shirt off and hold Paul skin-to-skin for a while, while I worked on birthing the placenta.  That was such a tedious thing to do.  I was so tired and just wanted to rest.  But our midwife kept telling me to push.  I didn’t have to work on this part of labor with DS or DD, and I was feeling lazy and exhausted!  But at the time I thought maybe it had to do with wanting to prevent too much blood loss since we were at home, after all.  The placenta was born 44 minutes after Paul.  I was so glad to be rid of it!  It looked healthy, with the cord insertion site on the side instead of in the middle like most placentas.  The midwife and her assistant asked us if we wanted to keep the placenta, and we gave them the go-ahead to double bag it and throw it away.

DH got to weigh Paul, and we joke about DH “playing the Stork” like some people “play Santa” ha ha!  Paul weighed in at 8 lbs 10 oz, one ounce heavier than DS was and 14 ounces heavier than DD was.  He was 21.5 inches long.  The midwife checked him out, and everything looked and sounded fine. Here’s a pic: http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9d622b3127ccec792d7d3a04900000040O00AbMmzJuzZsmIPbz4a/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/ Then our midwife asked where his clothes were, and I told her that they were still in the dryer!  The assistant went to fetch them, and we went through the clothes together, picking out Paul’s first outfit.  We ended up dressing him in a little green onesie with footie pajamas over it, since the baby socks were still in the attic. I secretly bought that onesie as well as another one before we even got pregnant, planning on giving these to DH as a fun way of letting him know about the pregnancy.

The rest of the morning is sort of a blur.  They got me to drink various things, like a bottle of Gatorade, a glass of coke, and a glass of chlorophyll (eeewww, tastes like water out of a film canister!).  And then they got me up to the bathroom, but I couldn’t pee yet.  The midwife helped me take a shower, and I went back to bed.  At this point Paul was fast asleep, and all I wanted to do was to sleep too.  But they were bugging me to drink my drinks and eat my semi-frozen grapes, cheese sticks, and nuts.  DH and I were lying in bed with Paul, while the midwife and her assistant bustled around the house, cleaning up, doing laundry, and even unpacking our dishwasher for us.  It felt like the lap of luxury.  After a while, the midwife told me she couldn’t leave until I peed, so I got up and peed. :)  She gave us some instructions, and I fell asleep.  She stayed a little longer and helped DH do more cleaning up.  It was around 5:00 am or so when she left.  DH was still bailing out the water from the pool (the pump our midwife loaned us didn’t work with our hose, boo!) and getting the house kid-friendly again.  He didn’t go back to bed until after my mom arrived around 6:30 am to help with the kids.

DS woke up at 6:00 am and started talking about the baby with DH up in the front of the house.  I think he must have known something was up with all the excitement the night before.  I woke up when I heard him, and I called him.  He came into the bedroom and his face just lit up when he saw baby Paul.  It was so adorable!  He is still completely in love with his baby brother.  He just doesn’t like to let Paul out of his sight, it’s so sweet.  One of the first things he did when he saw Paul was to hold up 3 fingers and say, “Three kids to play with!” :)  In this picture he was counting Paul’s tiny little fingers: http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b9d622b3127ccec792b4f161f200000040O00AbMmzJuzZsmIPbz4a/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D550/ry%3D400/ It was wonderful having my mom come over to look after the kids while DH, Paul, and I slept the morning away! :)

I am so very thankful that I used the Hypnobabies program to prepare for my birth.  Without a doubt, it helped my birth to go very smoothly, and I never want to birth without it again!!   Paul is such a happy, calm baby, and several of my friends think it has to be due to Hypnobabies and the calm, loving circumstances of his gentle birth.

Thanks for reading! :)

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Kim needed to have a planned cesarean due to medical reasons.  She decided to use the Hypnobabies Cesarean Birthing Day Set.    I was excited to hear about how her birth went and was happy that she let me share her story with you!

Hi mamas,
I’ve been following the posts but staying mostly quiet as my use for Hypnobabies was quite different than the rest of you.
I’m happy to say that we have a beautiful hypnobaby boy born by cesarean on Jan 5th. Hypnobabies really helped me stay focused and calm and my healing time started before the actual surgery started.
I did temporarily lose it when the anesthesiologist told me dh couldn’t stay in for the spinal, something that was really important to me. Then, within seconds, the head doc came in with a big smile and said, “Sure he can” and even joked that ‘real’ moms leave 24 hrs after surgery these days…LOL. I was shaking still, but quickly went back into my bubble of peace and focused on my baby and at that point didn’t even worry about some of the other things I wanted out of the norm.

I pictured my baby’s lungs healthy and ready to breath on his own. I pictured him so strong! At times I’d ask where we were (I wanted to be more present as he was born) and I’d visualize what was happening, watching with my mind’s eye.

DH was amazing! He whispered our ‘word’ as well as other key words and phrases Kerry used in the scripts. The surgery was easy (as could be). I had the mirror, but didn’t even look when the time came.

My OB honored my request and put my son up to my face all wet and fresh out so I could kiss him, like I would in a normal birth. Because of staffing issues, we were temporarily separated, but dad was with him. Within the hr I was in recovery, baby was latched on and nursing like a pro! I was up walking that night, disconnected from the iv and off meds by morning and discharged after 48 hrs (the min for c/s babies).
Hypnobabies also helped me with the after birth pw’s. These are always more intense than pre birth pw’s for me and even more so after surgery since I couldn’t move or sway through them. I used the relaxing breathing and imagined my uterus doing what it was meant to do for healing which made that so much easier.
I encourage everyone to do whatever possible to have natural vaginal births (having had both, there’s no comparison), but do know if circumstances change and you need a cesarean, Hypnobabies really helps!
Thanks for letting me be part of this group!
kim

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Hypnobabies benefited me so much–not just during her birth, but also in the weeks leading up to it.  With my son I’d been impatient–totally the cliche waiting for that baby to arrive…this time I went past my guess date, and even had a false alarm where we almost went to the hospital (turns out it was just early labor–she arrived the next day), but I wasn’t impatient at all.  I enjoyed my pregnancy so much more in large part because of the Hypnobabies practice.

Earlier in the pregnancy I’d been diagnosed with prenatal depression, and I had desperately wanted to avoid using medication.  My friend recommended that I start my scripts at that point (I was 27 or 28 weeks) instead of waiting until 32 weeks as I’d planned, and I credit Hypnobabies with helping me to get past the prenatal depression without medication!

I wasn’t a perfect Hypnobabies student (there were days when I wouldn’t practice my scripts, and towards the end I kept turning them off after about 10 minutes), but I was still able to benefit from it greatly.  The birth was such a positive experience for me and my husband and was very healing because my first natural birth didn’t go as well–there was a lot of panic and crying and yelling.  Not fun for either of us!

The big thing I would have done differently in my study/practice is take the fear release more seriously.  I didn’t have any idea until it was too late, but I was afraid of the pushing portion of my birthing time.  And of course I didn’t realize that until it was time to push–too late to do anything about it!

(BOP, but I hope you’ll keep reading because I think you can learn from my mistake!)

Once I let fear in, I was unable to keep myself into hypnosis.  Even once I’d “failed” my Hypnobabies, though, the principles still helped me in the birth.  I was being a giant baby about pushing and refusing to push.  My midwife bossed me into doing it, but I was being wimpy about it and I kept saying out loud “I’m a bad pusher.”  But then I remembered from the Hypnobabies that you create reality, and I immediately STOPPED saying “I’m a bad pusher” and switched to “I’m a GOOD pusher” and it made all the difference in the world.  Suddenly my little wimpy all over the place efforts were directed and strong and it was over in minutes.

I’m so glad I used the Hypnobabies program and I hope you all have birthing times as wonderful as Ellie’s was for me!

Traci – Enjoy the Slide Show!

Ellie’s Birth from Traci on Vimeo.

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Kaylee decided to take her time to come into this world. The order of events and days are fuzzy in my head, it was a long week, but this is close enough :P  To get to the “real” birthing, skip to the ***.

On Sunday, August 10th, pressure waves came, slightly stronger than BHs and about 8 min apart.

I baked some cookies.

By Monday, there was no change in time or intensity, so I tried to go about my day, but didn’t get much done. I had an upset stomach and loose bowels, so I spent the whole day wondering, is this it?

I ate some cookies…

Tuesday was the same. My doula, Amy came over to do some massage and I
had my last day of work.

I baked some more cookies…

Wednesday morning, bloody show. Alright, things were moving! I let Amy
know and she came over in the afternoon. She left about 5pm (pressure
waves still 7 min apart).  At nine, things started to get more
intense. Pressure waves were stronger, so I listened to deepening to
get myself into a deep hypnotic state. They were very manageable, but
I couldn’t talk through them. Called Amy around 12, when pressure
waves were about 3 minutes apart.  She arrived around 1 and we did
massage and hypnosis. A migraine then came on and we switched to
focusing on that — pressure waves slowed down to 5 min apart and we
decided to get some rest.

I woke up Thursday morning, pressure waves still 5 min apart, no
change in intensity. Amy went home and I went back to sleep. When I
woke up, they were practically gone, so the hubby and I tried to go
about our day — went to home depot and food store.

I ate more cookies…

Thursday evening we went out for dinner, but the pressure waves came
on strong and close together, so we had to leave the restaurant.  We
promised ourselves we would sleep and knew if it was going to be
birthing time it would intensify.

I didn’t get much sleep, but alas Friday morning came and the
intensity was down again.

Who knew in a few hours, things would actually pick up!

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Friday night, pressure waves returned, but started getting more
intense and closer together. We called Amy, and she came over around
9. At this point, she was the only one of the group to think the baby
was on her way. We listened to easy first stage in the background.

We called Matt’s sister, Vanessa (who is also a massage therapist), to
let her know tonight was the night around 9.

By midnight I decided I was ready to go to the hospital — pressure
waves were quite intense and I was getting shaky. I took a shower,
which felt incredible and slowed the pressure waves down — had I know
that, I would have gone in sooner!

After the shower I was feeling a lot better, but still wanted to go to
the hospital. The five minute drive was easier than I was expecting –
heated seats are awesome during birthing time :)

Once we got to the hospital, we went to the L&D floor where we were
told we needed to wait for a triage room. This is where 2 MTs at
birthing is great. Vanessa did my feet while Amy massaged my neck as
we waited in the hallway. I was able to really deepen and stayed off
the entire time.

We finally were brought into a room, about an hour later, and I was
greeted by a man telling me to undress and get on a table. I told him
no, I want to go over my birthplan with the midwife on call. He seemed
completely confused by my refusal (thank you Hypnobabies for the
encouragement to say no) and put me in the room with Matt.  I had a
bit of an emotional breakdown at this point — I had spent too much
time in the hospital with my father (who is no longer with us) and
hadn’t been back since. My bubble of peace couldn’t keep it in… so I
cried a bit and my husband was great at comforting me and giving me
the peace cue.

A few minutes later the midwife, Susan, came in and she reviewed my
birthplan while the guy from the hall hooked me up to monitors and
asked me a lot of questions.

I agreed to an internal to check progress and then Susan went outside
with Matt to go over our options. Matt returned to the room and said
we can be admitted or go home. I was at 5 and happy to know this was
the real deal, but decided I’d rather go home until I started to feel
pushy, since the hospital was so close by.

At home, I went directly to the shower, where I stayed until it no
longer kept pressure wave frequency down. They were about 2 min apart
and over a minute long and I tried to go back into deep hypnosis
downstairs. The pressure was too intense to stay in off, so I would be
off in between waves and then work through the waves on all fours,
while Vanessa massaged my sacrum. This worked for a bit, but soon, I
was shaking so hard and the pressure was so intense, I had to really
vocalize to get through each wave.  Amy and Matt had been getting some
sleep during this time and we woke them up and I said we need to go now!

It was about 2 hours since we left the hospital and this time the car
ride was a lot less fun — I vocalized through the waves and everyone
in the car would give me relax cues. This time when we arrived, they
sent us directly to a delivery room. I went right from the wheelchair
onto the bed on all fours. I told Susan I felt pushy and she said,
push — I’ll watch and let you know if you need to stop.

I was so relieved that she was following my birthplan closely — the
lights were out, there were only whispers and no coaching. Anyone who
entered the room was given my birthplan to review.

Pushing was by far my favorite part. It was quite a long time though
— I was so tired I could not get the strength to change positions and
all fours was not working well. For two hours I stayed there, baby’s
head would crown and then go right back in. My pressure waves were
pretty far apart in this position, and I welcomed the break.

Susan’s shift was over and a new midwife came in, Marie, who
recommended squatting, which I had been thinking I wanted to do the
whole time, I just couldn’t imaging holding myself up. But they moved
the bed around, put on a birthing bar and had Matt sit behind me and
support my weight. This was awesome — I felt so much love and support
from my husband — it was like we were birthing together.

On my next wave, I could feel a big difference, and she really started
crowning. I did “ah” pushes during and between pressure waves and if I
felt too much stretching I would hold back. Marie wasn’t doing
perineum massage, but some kind of general stimulation of the entire
area and it was bringing on pressure waves back to back. Once I heard,
we see a nose, I gave it one grunting push and she popped right out.

It was about 20 min from changing positions to her being born. It was
absolutely incredible — she was born in the caul (my water never
broke), but had meconium in the waters (made for interesting green
head crowning pictures), so they needed to call the NICU. They still
put her directly on my chest, where she immediately breastfed and the
NICU team checked her while she was on me. She was a healthy, 7lb 5oz,
20 inch girl and her apgar was 9 and 9.

I birthed the placenta a few minutes later and had a small tear (2
stiches). I was happy about the tear because I was quite sore and the
idea of some numbing sounded nice :)

Everyone in the room said that was the most amazing birth and they couldn’t believe that I smiled the entire 2.5 hours of pushing. They asked if they could use my birthplan as an example to show mom-to-bes and staff because they were trying to add more focus on natural births and options at the hospital.

Thanks Hypnobabies and all the hypnomoms out there! Reading people’s stories and being so prepared helped me achieve the beautiful birthing of my daughter.

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Background: My first DD was a hospital induction, epidural, pushing on my back, significant tearing, OB attended, very medicalized birth.  While it was not an awful experience, I wanted something much different for this birth.  I found hypnobabies and started studying when I was about 26 weeks.  I was not the greatest student… I did my scripts regularly (always falling asleep / in hypnotic amnesia) but was pretty bad about practicing finger drops and such.

Juliet’s birth: I had been having practice waves for about 2 weeks on and off and was getting a little tired of it.  Around 2am on 8/6 (I was 40 weeks and 4 days pregnant) the waves started again.  They were between 10-15 minutes apart for the rest of the night and I slept a little in between waves.  In the morning I told my husband it might be the day and I decided I wasn’t going to work.  Around 8 I took a nap and between 8-10 I only had 2 or 3 waves.  I was a little bummed because I thought that maybe they were fizzling out again.

Once I got up from my nap though, the waves came back and were varying between 7 minutes apart when I was sitting down to 3-4 minutes apart when I was standing up.  I mostly sat around, played on the computer, listened to the Birthing Day Affirmations and concentrated through the waves with the peace cue.  Around 1:00 I told DH to call his mom and have her come over.  I called my midwife and told her we would be heading to the hospital once my MIL arrived.  My MIL, not realizing that this was actually it took her sweet time getting to the house.  They finally arrived around 3:00 and by that point, the waves were really intense and only a couple minutes apart.  I was managing them mostly alone because my DH was watching our 3 year old.  That part was a little tough because the waves were not pain-free and my DH was occupied with other things and couldn’t help.  However, they were still manageable and I never had a moment where I thought, “I can’t do this”.

We finally got in the car and on our way around 3:30.  I put on the easy first stage and it made things so much better.  In hindsight, I should have put on my scripts much earlier.  The car ride was fine for me, I was still having waves 1-3 minutes apart but they were much more manageable with the easy first stage running in my ears.  I chanted “peace” and “safe” a lot.  I found that reminding myself that I was safe really helped me manage the intense power of the waves.

I knew I was in transformation because in the car my muscles were shaky, I was getting hot then cold, and the waves were really close together.  At one point, I remember opening my eyes to see three lanes of stopped traffic on the highway and calmly telling my DH to get in the breakdown lane and keep driving so we could get there.  He was a little stressed but I was perfectly calm and I knew we would get there on time.

We got to the hospital and went up to maternity.  They started to ask me questions in admitting but I had my headphones on and was chanting peace through waves so they decided to send me in.  My midwife met us and told us that we were skipping triage and getting me straight into a room.  I asked to get in the tub and they started filling it for us.  Once in the room they had me sit on the bed to get a baseline fetal strip.  I was on the bed for about 5 minutes (had 3 waves) then I had a wave that ended with me starting to push.

I couldn’t believe it, I looked at my midwife and said, “I have to push”.  She said, “Okay, let’s take your pants off then.”.  I pushed once sitting on the bed and told them I needed to get on my knees.  I got onto my knees and leaned over the back of the bed.  Pushing was crazy.  My body completely took over.  There was no directing or ahhing for me, my body bore down and each push ended in a gutteral groan that I couldn’t have controlled if I wanted to.

After 2 or 3 pushes the midwife said she saw my water bag.  It popped with the next push and I felt the baby slide down.  Two more pushes and she started to crown.  I wasn’t focused enough to direct my anthesia and at that point I think I said, “oww, this hurts!”  I instinctively slowed down and eased her head out with the next push.  Then with the the final push the shoulders were out and she slid right out.

My midwife passed her through my legs to me and I turned around and we snuggled skin to skin for about an hour.  She latched on after about 10 minutes and nursed for quite a while.  The cord stopped pulsing and my DH cut it.  Then about 20 minutes later I pushed the placenta out.  My midwife checked and I did not have any tearing!  They finally weighed her and she was 6 lbs, 12 ounces.  A whole pound less than my first DD!  She was very calm and alert for the first couple of hours.  I got to spend my time in the labor room answering all the triage questions, a much better time to do it in my opinion, LOL.

Ultimately, I was thrilled with my birth experience. I was able to give birth completely naturally without any direction from anyone.  I did not have a hep lock or an IV, there was almost no monitoring, no one told me how or when to push, I never even had an internal exam!  While it wasn’t totally a pain free experience, it was completely manageable.  Hypnobabies really gave me the tools to meet birth with a positive frame of mind and with the confidence in my body that I needed to have a good experience.

Looking back, I think if I had started listening to my scripts early in my birthing time, it would have made things even more comfortable.  Even without listening to the scripts though, I was able to use my peace cue and have DH use the relax cue and keep myself completely calm and feeling in control, even when things got really intense.  Even during pushing, I felt like I made the conscious decision to allow my body to take over and do what it needed to do, even if it felt like I was out of control.

Everyone we tell is so amazed by my birth story.  Thank you Hypnobabies!!

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When I was pregnant with my first child, Duncan, I went to La Leche League meetings to learn about breastfeeding.  In one of the meetings, women shared there birth stories. Several women had natural childbirths, several women had the epidural standard births, and two women sobbed as they relayed their non standard epidural births.  I truly felt for those women and also believed that the natural childbirth women were a little too far onto the zealot scale for my taste.  What an interesting experience to be able to reflect on when I became pregnant with my second, Violet.
My first birth was one of those horrible nonstandard epidural births.  I had an epidural that didn’t work and a long birthing time (34.5 hours).  After the three month mark of my pregnancy with Violet, I became terrified.  I have a worrying temperament by nature and the thought of enduring a similar birth as Duncan’s was overwhelming.  Along the road, I decided that I was going to look into natural childbirth and this belief was cemented by a discussion with my doctor that indicated it was likely that epidural would be largely ineffectual again.  I went on a researching campaign and read at least seven books about natural childbirth including several midwife textbooks.  While reading these books, talking with a local midwife, and watching videos of births on you tube, I cried several times because I realized that many negative aspects of Duncan’s birth could have been different.  I wished that I had a doctor, family, or friends that could have educated me about my decisions for childbirth.  I learned about hypnobabies through you tube videos and was astonished at the peace that these births portrayed.  My husband and I decided to make the commitment to hypnobabies and I started practicing at 26 weeks and almost did everything exactly as written in the books.
My birthing time started after 41 weeks.  I was ready for the birthing time and really confidant in hypnosis because I had an external version at 37 weeks and used hypnosis 100% effectively for the procedure (story told in the file section).  I woke up the morning of July 30th and noticed that my practice waves had started coming at regular intervals.  I had been having practice waves for at least a week and had been using several home strategies to try to regulate me and push me over the edge.  When my husband woke up I told him that I thought it was the day and we were very excited.  The pressure waves were a little more intense than the practice waves, but still easy to handle.  We dropped Duncan off at daycare two hours later and told several people that we thought it might be the day.  When we got home, my husband started working and I went into the bedroom to practice different positions with the birthing ball.  At this point, the pressure waves became wildly erratic and at one point a full 20 minutes went by without any.  My husband found me crying in the bedroom and was very supportive.  I decided to do a fear release and when that was completed we went on a walk.  We walked around the neighborhood for at least an hour in ninety degree heat with our contraction master application for our I Pod touch.  We decided to go home and call my family who was planning on attending the birth when the pressure waves were fairly consistent between five and eight minutes apart and lasting a minute and a half.
My sister came over immediately and we again went out walking.  It seemed as soon as I walked into my house the intervals would get wider apart and I wanted to help my body to shorten the labor time.  After another hour and half of walking, the pressure waves were getting more intense and I would have to stop walking and concentrate.  At this point, we returned home and my mother and father brought lunch.  Throughout lunch, I would have to get up during the pressure waves.  My favorite position was being on my knees and elbows with my stomach in the middle.  At this point, I was feeling greater discomfort in my back.  So I would tell my husband that a contraction was coming, put myself in deep hypnosis and he would press really hard on my hips.  At this point, 3:30 pm, the pressure waves were between four and six minutes apart and we decided to head to the hospital to avoid rush hour traffic.  I put my ipod on in the car and listened to easy first stage.  I counted 8 pressures waves in the twenty minute drive and was increasingly astonished that I was feeling no pain.  Let me be clear, it was definitely my birthing time.  My stomach would round into a hard ball, and I could feel my muscles pulling at my hips and my lower back more than I have ever noticed before.  After parking the car, we reconvened with my family minus my father who was watching Duncan.  I remember a lot of talking and joking while entering the hospital.  We would stop every time a pressure wave started so Kevin, my husband, could apply pressure to my hips and I could count into hypnosis.  The receptionist at the hospital seemed astonished when I refused a wheelchair and asked where the stairs were.  I refused to have another labor that lasted over a day.
When we got to labor and delivery at the hospital, the natural childbirth rooms were unavailable.  One was being used for a two day inducement and the other was being cleaned.  I requested to wait for the available room.  It was really important to me because the natural childbirth rooms had super deep tubs.  We were shown to the antepartum room where I was checked and a fetal test strip was done.  While being hooked up to the machine, the nurse asked me to rate my pain on a scale of 1-10.  I informed her that I did not want anyone to mention pain to me. After a couple more exchanges I informed her that I would be glad to talk about intensity and frequency.  She insisted that she had to write down a number and I know at one point she asked if she should just make one up.  I told her that in between pressure waves, the intensity was 0 and during the pressure waves it was four.  At this point, she insisted that she had to review pain medication options with me.   I informed her that I had a birth plan and I was not going to be using medication. After some more debate, I informed her to write down that the patient indicated that she knew available options and wished to delay talking about medications until requested.  When the discussion finally ended with the nurse, I used the easy first stage track during the fetal monitoring. The nurse did the initial cervical check and I believe I was dilated 2.5.  I didn’t really pay attention and I wasn’t concerned about the number.  We then had a lengthy debate between family, nurse and my doctor on the phone about whether I wanted to leave the hospital and return in a couple of hours.  Pressure waves had maintained at three to five minutes apart and 1.5 minutes in duration, but the nurse was fairly confidant that I would not be delivering for several hours.  Then because of black, black clouds outside the window we decided to stay.  Then we started walking the halls.  We would walk and then stop with a pressure wave.  I would lean on the walls and then my husband would apply pressure to my back.  Occasionally I would return to the antepartum room to chug some water and go to the bathroom.  I was really trying to avoid the IV.
Around 6:30 pm, we went back and were hooked up for a five minute fetal monitor strip and Dr. Martin came in.  He was very nice and talked to me about how things were going and did another cervical check.  I know that it progressed, but the number was not substantial higher, maybe 3.5 or 4.  His arriving on the scene seemed to open up the delivery room and we were packing and moving into the next room by 7 pm.
Then I was in the tub.  At this point, the birthing waves were coming pretty close together roughly between two and three and half minutes apart.  I’m not sure how long there were lasting, but it had been pretty consistently 1.5 minutes from the beginning.  Kevin stayed in the bathroom with me and managed the contraction master (wrapped in a Ziploc bag supplied by the nurse) and applying pressure to my hips or my lower back.  I spent the majority of the time on my knees leaning forward against the wall of the tub.  At one point, I was sitting cross legged facing the back wall so Kevin could still push on my back.  It required all of my concentration at this point to be on top of the waves so they would not become painful.  I remember telling Kevin that I needed him to remind me not to tense my abdominal muscles during contraction and asking him to help me with the peace and relax cues.  The nurse came in a couple of times to check on us and Kevin did all the talking.  My sister and mother would come and go.  The nurse only checked the baby’s heart rate once for a minute.  She had me stand up in the tub while she found Violet.  It is always amazing and wonderful to hear the heartbeat and to be assured she was doing fine.  Violet was pretty motionless during the birthing time unlike her brother who was trying to kick his way out.  A couple of times, the wave would start painfully, but we were able to catch up using the cues.  I remember one time wondering how I was doing and doubting if I could keep it up and looking into the labor room.  Again, I wasn’t in any significant pain.  It is still an arduous experience without pain and the hypnosis takes a lot of mental energy.  My mother and sister were sitting on chairs, drinking coffee, chatting, and knitting.  It was comforting to know that this birth was going so peacefully they could relax.  I took their behavior as a sign that everything was working perfectly and it rejuvenated me.
I know that at some point, I started saying peace aloud and open open open. Soon after that, my mother came over to check on us and I told her something was happening and I need to move.  I could feel my body changing and even a sense of bearing down even though I wasn’t actively pushing.  As my mother and husband were trying to help me out of the tub, the nurse came.  They explained what was happening as I tried to sit on the toilet.  This was a bad move.  I wasn’t able to concentrate enough when leaving the tub and while attempting to sit down I had another powerful and this time painful birthing wave.   My husband could not immediately apply pressure and I was unable to use my commands.  I had at least another birthing wave on the toilet before I realized that going to the bathroom was not going to be possible. Following this was a seemingly, endless 10 foot walk across the delivery room to the bed.  This was truly the most difficult part of my birthing time.  I wanted to be at my final destination so badly that I don’t think I was patient and relaxed enough to use the hypnosis.  I think the rest of the family got caught up in the excitement of the move including helping me walk so there were not a lot of applied cues.  I finally made it to the bed became terrified of lying down and ended up on my hands and knees.
Almost miraculously the doctor appeared and did a cervical check.  I guess he said “you can push.”  I asked my mother if he said “the baby is never going to come.”  I guess that’s transformation for you.  My mother clarified and I said that I didn’t think I could be at the push stage since my water hadn’t broken.  But I was happy to be entering in the next stage.  Just doing nothing wasn’t working for me so I began to push using exhale pushing.  Oops, I didn’t really share this plan with my sister and my mother and apparently they became terrified that I was in a lot of pain.  They hid it well.  Shortly after beginning to push, my water burst.  Thankfully, my thoughtful husband had put a towel over my legs.  He informed me that it was as dramatic as any Hollywood video if not more dramatic.  I continued pushing with the addition of my birthing ball to lean onto.  At one point, the doctor told me the position wasn’t working and wanted me to lay on my side.  I informed my mother that I was frightened of the pain lying down caused and didn’t want to it.  However, my mother and Dr. Martin convinced me to trust him.  Once I laid down, Violet’s head was out with one birthing wave.  I had to stop because the cord was around her neck and impeding her progress.  She wasn’t purple.  It just wasn’t long enough to let her all the way out or long enough to slip over her head.  The doctor had Kevin cut the cord and she was out in what seemed like a second.  They had to give her some oxygen, but she was soon in my arms and nursing like a champ.  The doctor waited for the placenta to come out naturally and we successfully delivered without any tears or abrasions!
Dr. Martin and the labor and delivery nurse were amazing.  The nurse did not follow hospital policy by putting a heplock in my arm.  The nurse monitored the heart rate in the tub and while I was pushing she personally held the baby monitor device against my stomach.  Dr. Martin never suggested pain medication to me, did not break my amniotic sac, and apologized for having to cut the cord.  It was an amazing birth.

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Here is the very detailed birth story of Kira Zoey.

It’s a long story, so if these things interest you, it might be a good
read:  First baby, Big baby: 10 pounds 1 ounce (5’6″ 110lb pre-
pregnancy mom), 10 days “late”, birthing center to hospital transfer,
10 hour birthing time from start to finish (11am to 9:02pm including 1
1/2 hours pushing)

Just some background info…I’m 28 years old and this is my first
baby.  I knew from the start I wanted the most natural birth possible
due to my friends having failed inductions, c-sections and constant
worries from their doctors.  I personally don’t like doctors or
hospitals so I happily discovered a free standing birthing center
nearby.  We saw the midwives at this birthing center the whole
pregnancy and ordered the Hypnobabies course early on, but didn’t

start the program until my 28th week or so.  I listened to the
assigned scripts daily, but didn’t listen to the affirmations daily as
recommended, but instead sort of memorized them and would repeat them
to myself at random times during the day.  My husband and I never
practiced the cues together, but I would “quiz” him every few days on
the ways he could help me focus during my birthing time.

I was 10 days overdue, but no one at the birthing center seemed to
care as they won’t induce until 43 weeks, although the cut off to
birth at the center is 42 weeks.  They did offer a sweep but I
declined as I really wanted to start my birthing time completely
naturally.  I did however ask when 7 days overdue to be checked and
learned I was 3cm dilated and 80% effaced, but my cervix was really
far back.

On Friday morning I woke up well rested, really hungry and extremely
thirsty.  I drank tons of water and milk and ate my breakfast while
scheduling an appointment for a sonogram to check my fluid levels (one
request of the birthing center in moms past 41 weeks).  After tidying
up the house, I laid back down for a nap at 11am as I felt very tired
again.  Moments later I felt a trickle of water and thought I peed
myself.  When I sat up, more came out and thats when I realized it was
my amniotic fluid.  I got some towels and sat on them on the couch and
waited patiently for DH to come home since he stops at home for lunch
each day around 11am.  While waiting I emailed my mom to let her know
since we had been emailing back and forth all morning.  DH came home
and I happily shared the news with him, and he went ahead and
microwaved our lunch as I listened to the birthing day affirmations.
I had many false starts during the past week, so already listened to
the affirmations and found them so relaxing.  My pressure waves
started quickly and from the beginning were 3 minutes apart lasting 45
seconds.  They were stronger than  the Braxton Hicks I’d been having
since 32 weeks, so I knew this was the real deal.  I only ate a little
lunch since I was too excited.  I told DH he better leave soon to
return his work vehicle and pick up some last minute snacks because we
might need to leave for the center sooner than later.  I was GBS
positive and wanted to make sure I had enough time for the
antibiotics.  When DH left I called the center around noon to let them
know my water broke.  I guess I was too calm on the phone because they
said to come in, in 4-6 hours from now.  At 1pm DH had returned and
the pressure waves were still 3 minutes apart lasting 1 minute, so I
called again and said I wanted to come in now, and they happily said
okay.  We drove down there and arrived by 1:30.  On the drive down I
became vocal during each pressure wave and found that making a deep
AHH sound really helped me focus my relaxation.  I’m not a loud
person, so I thought this was sort of funny.  I listened to the
affirmations on the drive down and also once we got to the center when
they started the IV antibiotics.  They listened to the baby during the
IV treatment and her heartbeat was high, around 180bpm, and that
concerned them.  I was also checked and was already 6cm!  They gave me
2 bags of IV liquids incase the accelerated heart rate was due to
dehydration but it did not help.  I did ask when I could go into the
birthing pool and they said not until her heart rate is better.

At 2pm they explained that I will have to be transferred to the
hospital.  Amazingly I was okay with this, probably because I was also
worried about her heart beat, and ever since my water broke she hadn’t
moved at all.  There is a reason her nickname was “Flicker” and when
Flicker wasn’t flicking around, it wasn’t normal.  I hesitantly asked
if this meant a c-section, and they said no, so I was happy about
that.  At this point DH was given directions to the hospital and I
could hear sirens outside.  I was still very vocal during each
pressure wave and was now sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for
the paramedics.  DH was giving me “relax” cues and touching my
forehead and shoulder and this really helped me stay relaxed.  I asked
if he could go with me in the ambulance and they said no, and I wasn’t
sure how I would do without him by my side.  Thankfully the
entertainment of the ambulance ride distracted me from my missing
birth partner.  The paramedics came in and there was a very young guy
who looked terrified to see me!  The other paramedic was older and not
so bright.  Of course as soon as a pressure wave began, they both
started asking me questions!  I heard the midwfie explain “she is
having a contraction and cannot answer questions now, wait for it to
be over”.  Neither understood and continued this mistake the entire
time, only to have it explained to them again and again.  They wanted
to give me oxygen and the midwife said “she doesn’t need it”, but they
insisted so he said “fine, whatever”.  I climbed on the stretcher and
they gave me the bumpiest ride imaginable to the hospital!  The older
less intelligent paramedic asked “is she being induced” and the
midwife said “no, she is already in labor”.  Then the paramedic asked
“was she going to be induced”… “when were you going to induce
her”… “is she going to be induced”  He had induction stuck in his
head and the midwife was getting a little frustrated.  The paramedic
also asked why I was making so much noise- and the midwife explained
how making the noise helps me to relax.  I was also asked about 10
times if I had ever been pregnant before- like that mattered!  I think
I used my BOP without even realizing it since nothing the paramedic
said phased me and I actually found it entertaining.

Once at the hospital they took me into a hallway where we needed to
wait for the person that would admit me.  I could sense the concern in
the midwife’s voice as he asked again and again why we were waiting so
long.  The paramedics continued to ask silly questions and talk to me
during pressure waves.  I was still vocal and the other people waiting
in the hall were looking at me, but I didn’t care- I was too happy
that I would be seeing my baby soon.  DH actually made it to my room
before I did, and I was so happy to see him.

They put me in a private birthing room which was quite nice, but I
knew there was no birthing pool so this would have to happen without
being in a warm jetted tub as I had imagined.  I was checked again and
was now at 7 cm.  The midwife asked to break my front bag of water and
I said I would normally say no, but I knew we needed to get the baby
out sooner than later, and he completely agreed.  He broke the
membrane and I didn’t feel any increase in pressure.  I had to be
continuously monitored and hooked to an IV for fluids per hospital
standards.  They also had to convert the birth center heplock to their
own AND have me sign papers and answer loads of questions.  When they
were doing anything during a pressure wave I could feel myself lose
concentration and noticed how my vocalizations sounded more “screamy”
than AHHH sounds.  DH picked up on this quick and he started the
“relax” cues and then would whisper a description of my special safe
place.  He also counted down from 5 to 1 and told me to relax and go
limp and lose.  DH really paid attention to the hypnobabies course!!!
They asked me if a student could attend the birth.  I said okay, and
she walked in looking very nervous and I soon learned this would be
the first birth she ever watched.  They also gave me a nurse that use
to work at the birthing center- so there was the midwife, student,
nurse and DH in the room.  I have no idea what time it was at this
point, but I’m guessing 3 or 4pm.

Around this time, probably at 8cm, I could feel myself tensing up, so
I whispered “hold me” to DH and he supported all my weight and
whispered cues into my ear during each wave.  I was still sitting on
the bed and then they allowed me to kneel on the bed and lean on the
raised back of the bed. I continued like this for awhile and rocked my
hips back and forth and vocalized even louder.  The nurse kept
adjusting my monitor belts during pressure waves and DH told me later
he would swat in the air to get them to stop.  DH also told me later
that the student midwife stared at DH with amazement in her eyes that
he was there doing all these cues with me.  The intensity of the
pressure waves were increasing and the length between them was
diminishing, but I really got into a zone and didn’t realize this.  DH
told me later that there was less than 1 minute between each one and
that is when DH thought to himself “I’m not sure how much longer I can
do this”.  I can honestly say I never had this thought, because when I
learned I was 8 or 9cm I knew this was transformation and a time when
I might feel like giving up, but knowing that made me even more
excited as it was almost time to push.

From about 6cm, every pressure wave first felt like extreme pressure
in my butt, and then it would lessen and spread more to the front of
my abdomen.  That first bit of pressure never lasted too long, but it
was very intense and I knew once I got past that I was on my way to
having another break.  This is really what kept me positive and I felt
very successful when I managed to completely relax my pelvic floor
during that first butt pressure part of each wave.  I also got into a
rhythm where after every pressure wave DH would stick ice water
infront of me and I would take a sip.  Then he would rub icy rags on
my face and upper back, and as soon as I started AHHH-ing, he would
put them down and hold me and give me cues.  It was like my body
turned into an automatic machine and I didn’t want to move around
because it would throw off my rhythm.

At 9cm the butt pressure was becoming more and more intense and the
midwife told me to sit on the toilet and just push as much as I
wanted.  I thought it was weird he wanted me to push even though I
wasn’t dilated but I think he wanted that baby out because she was
under stress.  I sat on the toilet for awhile and they had the student
midwife on the floor applying pressure to my back and the nurse was
rubbing my leg reminding me to relax my pelvis, and DH standing
infront of me supporting my weight and doing the drink/ice routine.  I
was hesitant to push, but soon started pushing hard and the midwife
was happy about that.  Sometime later he asked me to come back to the
bed so he could check me, and I was 9 3/4 cm dilated.  He did
something and then said “okay, now you are 10cm”.  They had me on my
back, which isn’t what I wanted, but he said I needed to push with all
my power.  He didn’t have to say it, but I knew it was because the
baby needed to come out soon.  I did purple pushing for 1 1/2 hours
total- I had no idea it was that long because it felt like 20 minutes
to me.  At one point I opened my eyes and noticed it was pitch black
outside and I said “wow, it’s dark outside already”.  There was 2 huge
picture windows in the room with no blinds drawn, so I thought it was
funny that anyone in the parking garage across the street could be
watching the show.  The pushing actually felt so good.  With each
pressure wave I pulled my legs back and pushed, and they would give me
cues on which pushes were the most successful.  I have no idea how
someone on an epidural could push because there are so many muscles
down there and it took me awhile to get the right ones pushing.  They
set up a large mirror and told me to look but I kept saying “I believe
you guys.. I don’t want to see!!!”  The mood was good and everyone was
very excited with each successful push.  The student wasn’t looking at
first, but the midwife urged her to look and soon she got very excited
and I could hear in her voice that she was amazed at seeing the babies
head slowly peeking out.  This gave me encouragement too because she
was so sincere.  DH also started watching the mirror and hearing him
say “wow, the heads almost out.. keep going” was wonderful.  During
the pushing the baby passed meconium so they called in a team to clear
the meconium from the baby after the birth.  The midwife explained
that the cord will have to be cut right away and they will take the
baby and clean her up and then I can hold her.  I opened my eyes at
one point and saw the room filled with new people all watching and
waiting!  I didn’t care at all.

As the head was crowning, the pressure after each pushing session, and
between waves was intense.  I could feel myself stretching and I
relaxed as best I could during these breaks to allow my perineum to
stretch.  Pushes later the head finally came out and I felt the
pressure be relieved, and asked “is the head out?”  Next was the
shoulders which were quite difficult to push out too, but I pushed
even past the next pressure wave and got them out.  I felt her body
slide the rest of the way out.  The midwife held up the baby and DH
said “it’s a girl” and then he quickly passed her to the team for
meconium clean up.

BOP warning!!!!

They gave the baby to me for skin to skin contact and then the midwife
tugged on the cord and pushed my tummy and out slid the placenta.  Now
this is the only part of the entire birth that was painful.
They measured Kira’s head and everyone in the room was in shock at the
size, and at the lack of tearing I had.  It really was amazing and I
think everyone couldn’t believe I delivered such a large baby
naturally.  The student midwife was tearing up and told me I was her
hero and she wants to have a baby now because I am an inspiration.
Her and her husband haven’t been trying (but not preventing either)
but she says they will try now.

Thinking back, I never used my light switch after turning it to center
before I left the house.  I believe I remained in center the whole
time and then DH brought me to OFF with the relax cue.  Also I stopped
listening to the tracks on the ipod once I learned of the hospital
transfer.  DH really took over and gave me all the cues that I needed
without having to listen to the ipod.

Despite things not “going as planned”, this was such a successful
experience.  I feel like I can do anything now, because I was able to
birth a 10 pound baby naturally.

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A lovely Hypnobabies birth story was posted on Woman Uncensored, called The Birth of Change.

The mom had a ” traditional” birth for her first baby and was going for something different this time.  She was planning a home birth and used Hypnobabies.  She ended up having a Birth Center birth and used her Hypnobabies really effectively.

Her baby was posterior and had infrequent, ineffective pressure waves for almost 2 days after her water broke and then an hour of  intense pressure waves and then her baby was in her arms!

I thought it was a wonderful example of choosing care providers wisely.  If she had been in a hospital she would have been pressured into pitocin after about 12 hours.

Congratulations and Enjoy your baby!

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Great story for moms who sleep through the CDs and whose birth partner isn’t totally supportive of Hypnobabies.
Welcoming Alexander on December 5th.  8lbs 6oz 20 inches  1st PW to baby in less than 5 hours!
Ok, so I ordered the Hypnobabies home study program for the birth of my second child because our hospital was 45 minutes away in perfect conditions.  I was truly a skeptic, but felt I needed SOME tools and techniques to get through that ride in the car…at least to get to the hospital and have the option of an epidural if I needed one.  I was not great about doing my CDs, though I tried to do 1 most nights (and slept thru most of them!)  I did very little practice as life with a toddler was busy enough, and I think I only did the affirmations once.
I did not have my Dh’s support…he just knew I was using a “relaxation” program on my own to help me.  Despite all this, let’s just say, I am now a believer!
Here’s my story…

On Saturday, December 5th, around 1:30 am, I was lying in bed awake, as usual, with a “to-do” list in my head.   After 5 weeks of “prodromal labor” with PWs 3-5 minutes apart, but not progressing…(and after 20 hour of birthing time with my DD 2 years ago) I didn’t think much of it when they started up again at 2am.  But soon, I could tell things were different.  I started timing them…and they quickly went from 10 minutes to 7 minutes, to 5 minutes apart.  At 3am, I was ordering Christmas presents on the computer to distract myself, at 4am, a shower and shave and things were getting intense, got Dh up and had something to eat, fully expecting to be starved all day at the hospital as my birthing time progressed.
By 5am, we were in the car and on our way to the hospital.  I called my doc and told him we were on our way, and hung up on him basically as a PW started.  I then put on my “Easy First Stage” track on my IPOD in the car and that’s when the magic began!!!
I quickly closed my eyes, entered hypnosis and let go.  I couldn’t believe it…the 45 minute ride felt like to took about 15 minutes!! Before I knew it we were at the hospital.  The best “suggestions” I kept repeating to myself were that “I was safe and baby was safe…” and that I was feeling only intense pressure and tightening and stretching…that alone took any pain out of the picture.  It was wonderfully intense!
We got to the hospital and I walked into the ER entrance (the only entrance open at that time) and breathed thru PWs as they got my “escort” to Triage/L&D…I refused a wheelchair and preferred to walk, stopping every few minutes against the wall with my pillow.  Between PWs, I smiled, chatted a bit, but was totally relaxed.  I don’t remember ever actually using my lightswitch, but simply “went inside” during each PW.
Made it to Triage, and as they checked me, and I just prayed they wouldn’t send me home!  Well, I was 8cm dilated!  They almost had me RUN to my L&D room, haha!  They didn’t believe it as I was calm and quiet, smiling at staff between PWs and joking with my husband.  The rest was a whirlwind…my doctor arrived after they called him repeatedly, they got me on the monitor, an IV started, I was at 9 1/2…he ran to put scrubs and when he returned, I was complete.
They didn’t even have time to get an ID bracelet on me and I was signing consent forms during and after the fact!! (including the epidural consent if I needed one, though they all looked at me funny and I realized it was too late).  I put on the “pushing track” and I began to push…a combination of what my body told me and a bit of coaching from my nurse and doctor.
I’ve never felt anything so intense!  I wouldn’t say it was comfortable at all…and yes, it did hurt (but my main complaint was  “cramping spasms” in the back of my legs since my legs were held up!) but it was totally manageable, and I NEVER felt like I couldn’t do it.  I knew I could and I was confident and felt great!
According to my husband, I never yelled or vocalized except for some mild moaning/humming and mentioning that my legs were cramping.  5 pushes, and our 8lb 6oz little man arrived.  I felt every sensation, of his head and his body sliding out…before they put him on my chest…so alert and perfect in my eyes!  I had no tearing/no episiotomy.  I was up and to the bathroom in no time at all…and felt amazing.
Here we are one week later, and I feel great!  I’d recommend Hypnobabies to anyone who is interested and would like to reassure those who haven’t been “perfect students” that it really can work for you!  I have no doubt it helped me enjoy that amazing day to the fullest!

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