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I’ve been avoiding sitting down to write out my birth story because I know my inability to convey in words how it happened. I feel strong, empowered, and amazed at how the title of “mother” has changed in meaning after this experience. I hope my birth story can inspire or encourage another woman.

As soon as my husband and I decided to try and get pregnant a second time, I knew I wanted to have a natural childbirth.  The birth of my first son was not a pleasant experience. I was scared and out of control, overly medicated with pitocin and an epidural that wasn’t effective, and felt very uncomfortable in the hospital. So we decided to try for a water birth at the local birth center.

My pregnancy was pretty easy, after 3 long months of continuous nausea.  I started doing the Hypnobabies home study course at around 30 weeks. It helped me feel positive and confident about my body and my abilities to birth without excruciating pain and fear.  As my due date approached, I was feeling surprisingly normal, and very comfortable considering how big I was.

I woke up 6 days past my due date, feeling myself aside from water retention and elevated blood pressure that my midwife has alerted me to the day before. We had made plans for me to stay off my feet and rest to get the blood pressure down, while my son would go to my parent’s house for the day. As I was feeding him breakfast at 9:45, I had my first pressure wave (contraction). It was unlike any Braxton Hicks I’d been having, and I immediately knew this was it.

The waves felt like they were coming about every 10 minutes, but I didn’t time them yet and went about the morning getting him ready to go. As my husband loaded him up in the car, I told him I thought this was it and to get me some breakfast on his way home. I started timing some pressure waves and they were about 7 minutes apart. I called my midwife to let her know and judging by how calm I sounded, she thought it was just early labor.

I ate my breakfast and listened to my Birthing Day track and by the time it was finished, the pressure waves were about 4-5 minutes apart. We loaded up the car and got ready to go. This was around 12:30. At this point, the waves were completely manageable. I breathed through them, completely relaxed.

When we arrived at the center, they checked me (the only internal check I had during labor) and was around 6 cms dilated already! I hung out sitting crossed legged on the bed chatting with the midwife student and husband. I listened to some of my Hypnobabies tracks but didn’t necessarily feel the need to enter deep relaxation for the whole track. I just closed my eyes and deeply relaxed through the waves and was able to come out of it and be myself in between them.

They started to get pretty intense at around 3 and I had a hard time relaxing and breathing during the waves because Sam was so big and the top of my uterus felt like it was crushing my ribs. The waves started coming really quickly and felt very intense. My midwife started filling up the tub because she said if we didn’t start now, I might miss my chance at a waterbirth! I didn’t believe her and I asked if she was sure she didn’t need to check me first to see how dilated I was. But she said I would know what to do and to just listen to my body.  At around 3:30 or so I went to empty my bladder and as soon as I was done I could hardly stand up. So I made my way to the tub and got in.  It felt so good and I squatted and swayed back and forth. I was so deeply relaxed between my pressure waves that I almost felt asleep.

It wasn’t long before I felt tons of pressure, I completely relaxed and my body took over. My midwife never told me when to push; she just encouraged me when I did. Pushing felt amazing; my body knew just what to do. The student midwife told me to reach down and see what I could feel. I felt his head and my bag of water. I kept pushing slowly when I needed to, and soon the head was crowning. This was the only point in my labor where I felt overwhelmed with the intensity. I turned onto my back and let my body float to the top of the tub. His head came out and I waited for the next pressure wave to push. The bag of waters was still intact. Waiting was so hard, the pressure was intense and stayed right there. They told me that at the next push he would be born, and I made them promise me! I felt so overwhelmed with the pressure. I pushed out his chest, and he was born.

10 lbs 9 ounces, almost 22 inches long, head 14.5 inches around and chest circumference 15 inches. Big boy! His arm came out right up next to his head with his hand next against his face. And not a single tear or hemorrhoid, minimal swelling. Incredible! I held him for awhile and then we got out of the tub. He latched on about 15 minutes later and has nursed perfectly since.

I lost a lot of blood and ended up transferring to the hospital for 3 nights for a blood transfusion, but it was all worth it. It was the best experience of my life. I can honestly say that my labor and delivery was painless, expect for when he was crowning. Just the most intense pressure that I have ever experienced, or wish to experience again for a while. But painful is not a word I would use to describe it. There was no fear involved, no anxiety or moments of doubt. A completely different experience than the medicated hospital birth of my first son, which was full of pain, fear, anxiety, and doubt. I trusted my body and it’s ability to birth naturally and I did it, my size 0 hips pushed out a huge baby without a stitch or swelling! A situation that I know would have had me pressured into a cesarean section had I delivered in a hospital anywhere else.

This is what it means to be a mother in the raw sense of the word. It’s what mothers have been doing all along. Trusting their bodies and bringing their children into the world in the most peaceful way. Baby Sam is a perfect baby, started life out in a perfect way. I’m so glad to have the memory of his perfect birth for the rest of my life.

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Nicole King HCHI, HCHD

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Offering Hypnobabies classes and Hypno-Doula services in

Lawrenceville AND Watkinsville, GA

I have been waiting for this opportunity my entire adult life, I just never knew it. When I discovered I was pregnant I knew I wanted a natural birth and found Hypnobabies. I had never realized that this was someone’s job, to educate women on ways to give birth. After completing my course and having the birth I had envisioned using Hypnobabies I knew that this was how I could finally make a difference, and I am so eager to do so.

Now that I am offering Hypnobabies in my area, I realize that women and families need so much support, guidance and resources to really achieve the birth of their dreams. I am here to help make that happen. I hope that you will allow me the privilege to come into the sacred space of your family to share with you my knowledge and passion for making happy, healthy families blossom.

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About Un-medicated Birth – is it for you?

I love finding posts like this.  Real life moms, using Hypnobabies and sharing their stories.

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With my first child, I planned to have an out-of-hospital birth at a birth center. At 41w 5d, the midwives decided that my blood pressure was too high (160s/90s) to be out of hospital and referred me to a practice of midwives in a hospital for an induction that night.  Cervadil was followed by magnesium sulfate (given to prevent siezures if I developed eclampsia – but also used to stop preterm labor) and then pitocin.  Though I was treated well by the midwives and nurses, I ended up with virtually every intervention, including a c-section 36 hours after they started the cervadil after being stalled at 7 cm for 6 hours.  My baby was healthy, though suctioned a lot and I didn’t hold him during that “magic” first hour as I was waiting to regain enough feeling in my breasts to feed him.  He was 8lbs 4oz with a 95th percentile head that showed signs that he was asynclitic and posterior.

My second was a planned VBAC. I needed a change, and ended up with new everything – new doula, new hospital, new midwives.  There was a lot of monitoring of my blood pressure and after one very high reading (which I lowered with the help of hypnosis) I ended up having 3 biophyiscal profiles.  Going to my appointments was no longer fun as was always worried that they’d find some reason to tell me that I needed to go in for a repeat c-section.  But this baby came on his own, either 2 days after his due date or on his due date, starting with my water breaking.  My response was to go downstairs to bake a birthday cake for the baby, and then sleep for a few hours.  After about 5 hours, we arrived at the hospital to find I was 5 cm – so exciting since I was only 1 cm when I arrived for the induction of my first.

Hypnobabies was great for me and helped me to be present during my birthing time, even as I contemplated the fact that it seemed like it would have been easier if I’d scheduled a repeat c-section.  During pushing (guided, not mother directed), there were concerns about decels, and the midwife administered a pudendal block because she’d called her ob backup believing that they’d perform an episiotomy and then use the vacuum.  The ob asked why she was called, looked at the monitor and said, “Looks fine now.  Keep going.”  I was so grateful that she just sat at the end of the bed and adjusted the mirror, so I could see my son emerge – it was the most helpful thing as seeing that little head get larger let me know that I was really “doing it right.”

My second was born in a room full of doctors and pediatricians – we believe he wanted the audience as he is a social little bug.  He was immediately placed on my stomach and stayed with me for at least the next 90 minutes.  (My husband was incredibly patient, allowing me this time to hold the baby.)  He nursed well after 40 minutes (and then continued to nurse for an hour) and weighed 9lb and had a 50th percentile head.

I’d always wanted a girl…so we went for number 3.  The midwife I saw for my VBAC had moved to a different office with stricter policies (such as showing up late for your appointment could result in losing the privilege of scheduling an appointment for the next 6 months during which time you’d have to be a walk in patient and have to wait up to 3 hours to be seen.)  They were also often running late – by 30 to 60 minutes.  I also asked if the hospital rules would be different (I was “required” to have a heplock, continuous monitoring – they did have wireless monitors – and could not birth in the tub.)  I was told that the rules would be the same, but they’d be “more relaxed.”

I started to look at my options. No birth center would take me because of my previous c-section.  So, I contacted my doula from my VBAC , also a 3rd year midwifery student, and asked her about home birth.  (I knew I she’d had a home birth VBA2C.)  She told me about two midwives she was working with, one who’d attended her during her home birth.  My husband and I clicked with this midwife and so I made the switch.  I got to go back to what I loved about midwifery care – the time you spend with your care provider talking about things that are important, just getting to know her and trust her, establishing a relationship and being with her during your whole appointment.  We also found out the gender, something we hadn’t done with the boys and learned we’d be having a girl.  (I must admit that I wasn’t totally convinced until she was born and I could see for myself.)

I was more able to stop worrying about my blood pressure being too high, and though it did rise as I progressed through the weeks, it didn’t get as high as before.  I had a “practice” run just before my birthing time (39w 5d by my original midwife’s dating, 39w 3d by mine), where I had waves from 7:40 pm to 11:30 am, but then the waves stopped.  I listened to “Come OUT, Baby.”  I went back to my usual activities and worked hard to finish the baby blanket I’d started 5 weeks before.  I was down to the final casting off when I went to bed on Sunday night.

On Monday morning (40w by my dating), I woke up with stronger waves.  I laid in bed and wondered if I’d take my boys to the craft at the mall or not.  After 40 minutes, I called my husband and told him I thought I needed him to come home.  I called the midwife and told her that things seemed to be happening again and she asked me to time them.  I called my friend to come and take my boys.  As I tried to get the boys fed and dressed and ready to go, the waves came more frequently.  My husband got a ride with a co-worker (he’d carpooled that morning) and got home just before my friend arrived for the boys.  At one point we were talking in the driveway and I kind of nodded in answer to her question, probably looking a bit faraway as well.  She asked if I was having a wave then and I just nodded.  They were off a few minutes later.

My husband and I returned and he put on a movie, “Airplane” which we’d both seen many times.  I decided that I wanted to finish the blanket, so instead of grabbing my iPod, I sat on the floor facing our futon (my back to the movie) listening as I worked to bind off the border.  Every ten minutes or so, I’d click the button on the online “contraction” timer, lean over the seat of the futon and breath, repeating “Open, open open” in my head.  (I was inspired by reading it in birth stories.)  My husband would put his hand on my back and I used it to help me relax (as if he’d given me the cue with just the touch.)  After 60 to 90 seconds, I’d click the timer again and go back to my knitting.  I could tell the baby was still posterior (she’d flipped nearly weekly, so I hadn’t bothered to try to hard to keep her anywhere.)  At 1 pm after the movie ended, I called the midwife to give her a report.  She was torn because she wanted to check in with me, but had clinic appointments that afternoon which she didn’t want to have to cancel if it was a false alrm.  She asked if I’d be up to coming in so she could check to see if it was really time.  So, we went in at 2 – I had 3 waves during the drive over – these were worse because I was sitting instead of being on my hands and knees.  She asked me where I was feeling pressure and I said that I was feeling some in my back and also a lot in front – I’d describe it as the “bikini area.”  She told me that a lot of cervical dilation is felt there.

She found that baby was posterior I was 5 cm and fully effaced.  (I could tell things were different immediately by watching her face.  The two times she’d checked before – once to verify that the baby was head down – and once during the “practice,” she’d felt around because the baby was high and my cervix would move around.  This time she kind of got a surprised look on her face as she found what she was looking for right away.)  She said that they’d finish their current appointment and then come over to our house.  On our way home, I had 3 more waves and told my husband that I thought he should inflate the birthing pool when we got home.  I got on the bed, and tried to lie on my side, but was very uncomfortable.  I ended up on my knees, leaning over a folded body pillow, listening to easy first stage.  I almost cried at the part about letting go of your baby.  My back started to hurt a bit from my head being so low, so I asked my husband to bring me my exercise ball.  I hugged the ball on my knees and that felt better.  The baby felt lower and I started to have little pushes along with my waves.  I told my husband that even though the midwives didn’t want me to be in the pool until they got there, he should start filling it so it would be ready when they got there.  (When he wasn’t off doing my bidding, he would put his hand on me.  Just that quiet presence really helped me feel supported and calm.)

The midwives arrived and asked where I was feeling pressure.  I said that it was low and sort of pointed to my back.  I’m not sure why I was avoiding saying that I thought the baby was low.  She asked if I wanted some counter pressure, and I said no.  After listening and watching the next wave as I kind of pushed a bit during it and was now vocal, she simply said, “Let’s get you out of those pants.”  Not too long after my former doula (as she was acting as a student midwife this time) told me that the water was a little cool, but I could get in if I wanted and they would put in some boiling water when it was ready.  I edged across my bed and into the pool, and submerged my belly while resting my arms and head on the side.  I was happy with the temperature as I was sweating anyway and was grateful that the hot water never materialized…because things went fairly quickly then.

Aside from occasional monitoring and the offer of a drink, it was just quiet.  My husband sat on the bed next to me and happily didn’t touch.  (I was really annoyed by the touch of the doppler, but tolerated it because I knew they were just checking on the baby.  I think they only did so about 3 times.)  It was totally different to be the only one who knew when a wave was coming, and to just do what I felt I need to do without anyone suggesting I hold my breath or change positions.  At some point, I adjusted myself so that I was on hands and knees in the water.  (The only downside to this was that I had minor pregnancy induced carpal tunnel syndrome and my hands started to go numb as I pushed.)

It was amazing. I fought the concern about pooping, just reminding myself that it was totally normal and fine to feel that way and was no big deal if it happened.  At one point, I felt her head push down as I pushed and then pull back a bit as the wave and my effort dissapated.  And then I felt her head lower, felt the pressure as I kept trying to remind myself that my anesthesia was just ahead of her head.  I felt a pop, like the snapping of a rubber band (but unlike with my sons with whom this sensation was high in my belly) low down in my pelvis.  The midwives noticed the change in the water and surmised that my water had broken, which I confirmed.  I wondered if I could feel her head, and thought it was interesting that no one said anything.  I tried reaching back and felt her not very far in.  My husband asked if she had hair, and we (the midwives and I) said yes.

A few more pushes and the midwives coached me to go slow so I wouldn’t tear.  As her head bulged, I reached down to feel it and had the amazing sense of having her hair float around my outstretched fingers.  I’d wanted to pull her out of the water, but I couldn’t help guide her out, so I just tried to be very aware of what was happening and they handed the baby to me between my legs and I sat back and lifted her head out of the water at the same time.  My husband took a picture of me holding her and after that they draped her with a thin blanket to help keep her warm in the tub.

She was so mellow, that they ended up listening to her breath with a stethoscope to make sure she was okay.  The baby honestly appeared to go back to sleep for a few minutes.She was also coated with vernix.  (That first picture shows it in the water and coating her back.)  After a few minutes, I delivered the placenta and it was put in a bowl floating in the water.  She was left attached to her placenta until her cord stopped pulsing, which actually took a long time (around 10 or so minutes.)  In fact, it was decided that the water was too cold for her and so she was handed off to dad who was followed by the midwife carrying the placenta bowl. She rested on me and then nursed as we got to examine the placenta.  We were left alone to coo over her for a while before the midwives came back to do her newborn exam.  She was 8lbs 14.5oz, and had a 50th percentile head.

In some ways, I feel like I’ve come full circle, back to what I’d originally tried to have. And yes, she and this birth were worth the wait.

Carson
Daniel, 4
Riley, 2
Audrey, 8 days

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Some people wonder if it really matters what words people use during birth?

Well science has proved that it DOES!

Words Easily Trigger Painful Memories

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Annabelle, my first baby and hypnobaby was born on Friday, March 12th.  I’m sorry, but my story is long!  I’m just not good at condensing these things!

I was feeling some cramping off and on Wednesday, which was my guess date, and I began to feel extremely excited.  Andrew and I made a spicy dinner and went walking afterward to see if we could help baby move down.  I had read something about “curb walking” (walking with one foot on the curb and one in the gutter), so I figured I would give that a try.  I don’t think I’ll ever do that pregnant again – my calves were still killing me during and days after the birth!  That night, I was having a hard time sleeping as I had begun having some more intense pressure feelings in my lower back, especially.  Sometime around 4am, I decided there was a definite pattern to them, and decided I would pay closer attention.  I picked up my ipod and put on the Easy First Stage script, using that as a timer.  My waves were consistently 6 or so minutes apart throughout the script, so afterward I decided to relax in the bath.  I soaked and got all freshened up, still timing my pressure waves at roughly 6 minutes apart – some coming as close as 5.  There had been a power outage in the night, so I knew Andrew’s alarm wouldn’t go off.  I woke him at his usual 6:45 and told him it was time to get up, but that maybe he should just stay home today.  He called and let his shop know he wouldn’t be in and we had a bit of cuddle time.  We decided to get up and have some breakfast and take a walk.  I was starting to have discomfort in my lower back with each wave, so we stopped and Andrew applied counter pressure with each one, which was helpful.  We went back inside and I timed a few more waves.  By now they were closer to 3-4 minutes apart.  I decided to call the hospital to let them know I would probably be in sometime that day and to find out which doctor was on call so that I could mentally prepare for that.  No such luck – they wouldn’t tell me over the phone.  My plan was to stay home as long as possible, so Andrew and I just hung around the house and prepared things all morning.  He had a quick 11:30 dentist appointment and things with me seemed to be moving along at a slow, easy pace so we decided he should keep it and I rode along just incase things should speed up.  I hung out in the car listening to my headphones and trying to stay relaxed.  Afterward, we headed home, had some lunch, and walked a bit more.  Things seemed to be speeding up, so we started getting excited.  I decided to clean the floors and get the house ready to come home to, so I set to work on that, with pressure waves 3-4 minutes apart the whole time.  By the time I got ready to mop, Andrew had tired of watching me stop to breathe through waves, so he told me it was time to stop.  We decided to head in the direction of the hospital and if things hadn’t picked up any more, we would walk on the beach for awhile before heading all the way up.

*BOP* During the car ride, I started to lose focus.  I was really feeling intense pressure, which I had to admit was not at all comfortable, in my back.  I started to cry, feeling like I was failing.  Between waves, I put my headphones back on and tried to get back to a relaxed state.  When we neared the hospital, Andrew realized he had left all of my snacks at home, and I knew I would want some things to keep my energy up during the rest of my birthing time, so we changed our plan and went to the store across the street from the hospital to stock up on vegetable broth, juice, and Lara Bars : )  Instead of heading back down to the beach, we decided to go on base (military hospital) and just walk around the track for awhile.  After two laps, I was tired and hot, so we decided to head over and find out how things were progressing.

It was an incredibly, uncharacteristically busy time in the hospital, so the nurse I had spoken with in the morning had not prepared my chart and the staff did not seem happy to see me.  We waited awhile while they prepared a place for me in triage.  The nurse took us back and immediately handed me a gown (my birth plan said I would not wear a hospital gown) and gave hurried orders for me to change and give a urine sample.  When she walked out, I hugged my husband and cried.  I felt so frustrated.  They put me on the monitors to see how things were going and my pressure waves started to slow down – quite possibly as a result of the terrible feeling the hospital experience had given me so far.  They monitored for awhile and then checked my cervix to find me at barely 3cm.  They recommended that we take a walk and then come back in two hours, but after that experience and 12 hours with so little change, I just wanted to go home.  I was almost completely effaced and baby was at zero station, so I knew it wouldn’t be long, but I needed some rest.

Back at home, I took another bath and then tried to sleep between waves while listening again to easy first stage.  Andrew made a heat compress for my back and that, too, helped me to relax.  We slept a bit together and at some point during the night I decided that I was, in fact, in pain, and that it was a signal from my body to do something.  I got out of bed and alternated between sitting on my birthing ball and laying my upper body across the couch between waves and actually getting up on the couch on all fours and doing pelvic tilts during them.  After awhile, I really began to sense some change and went back to bed to try to time a few more.  They seemed to be coming at 2-3 minutes apart by now and I felt things intensify.  I went to the bathroom, where I had my “bloody show”, which gave me some reassurance that I was right – things were moving along.  I continued with my pelvic tilts while Andrew called the hospital and again got the car ready.  *End BOP*

This time, I intended to arrive relaxed and focused, so I started a script before getting in the car, where I curled up with a blanket, closed my eyes, and just focused on my relaxation.  Once there, I kept listening while my husband talked with the nurses and they readied triage for me.  This time, when directed to put on the gown, I smiled and let them know that I wasn’t planning to wear one.  They seemed a little surprised, but informed me when they came back in again that they saw I had a birth plan and had read it.  From that point on, everything I had asked for was noted by every person who came into contact with me.  It was amazing.  I didn’t even have to use the extra copies I had brought of my birthing preferences, because everyone made a point of reading the copy the doctors had put in my chart.

Once hooked up to the fetal monitors, my waves slowed down again, but I tried to stay calm, confident, and excited as I waited, and listened to Easy First Stage.  When the doctor came in to check my cervix this time, I was pleased to hear that I was 6cm and fully effaced.  I wasn’t at the 8 or 9 I was hoping for, but that was okay.  *BOP* Upon confirmation that this was the real deal, the nurse who had been working with us wanted to insert my heparin lock.  I never wanted one in the first place, but this was an area where I agreed to compromise because it was very important to the doctors.  So, I didn’t have an IV, but I did agree to have a hep lock in place.  I was feeling very uncomfortable, strapped to the chair and monitors in triage and really wanted to wait until I was a bit more comfortable to have the hep lock inserted.  The nurse, however, had a different plan.  Suddenly, she was sitting next to me, prepping my arm.  I asked if she could wait and she completely and totally ignored me and stuck the needle in.  I was furious.  The only other difficult part in triage was when the doctor came in to go over consent forms with me.  I had pre-registered, so I thought I was done with paperwork and was glad I hadn’t been asked  to sign anything okaying the full range of interventions.  Apparently they save all that for when you’re admitted.  The doctor started in with a statement about how childbirth is one of the most dangerous things a woman can do today, which I thought was completely inappropriate, and then went on to carefully go over everything he needed me to consent to.  I sat and listened as he explained the circumstances in which I might need a blood transfusion, a C Section, and so on.  He went into the risks of each, all things I knew and all things I really didn’t need to be hearing right then.  If I birth in a hospital again, I will make every effort to take care of paperwork like this ahead of time, and to shush the doctors if a similar situation arises.  At least he paused when I was having pressure waves!  *End BOP*

The hospital was more full than it had ever been so I had to wait awhile in triage while they moved a mom from one of the birthing rooms to a postpartum room and cleaned it for me.  I was absolutely thrilled when change of shift came and a nurse who I know came on and asked for me.  She worked at the local birthing center prior to coming on at the hospital so she’s very respectful of natural birth and is just extremely warm and caring.  When she came in and let me know she was going to be my nurse, I knew immediately that things were going to be so much better during the rest of my stay : )  Soon the doctors changed shifts as well, and I learned one of my favorites, a doctor who trained along with midwives, came on.  Everything was working out beautifully.

I was finally in my room sometime around 8:00am.  *BOP* Once there, I spent 20 minutes out of each hour on the fetal monitors and these were the most challenging times.  It was hard for me to work with the pain in my back when I was stuck in bed. *End BOP*  When the monitors were off, everything was wonderful.  It was just me and my husband in the room and he was so good.  He applied heat and pressure to my back, let me lean on him as needed, and reminded me to relax and breathe with every wave.  I can truly say that each hour felt like much less.  The time went very, very quickly.  I used the windowsill to squat, bounced on the birthing ball, stood and swayed back and forth, and also worked through quite a few intense waves in the … restroom.  That turned out to be one of the most comfortable positions – I wish I could have pushed there!  I vocalized more than I expected I would, with rather loud mms and aahs as my waves peaked.  That and the breathing gave me something to focus on and was quite helpful.  I am so glad that I had the practice with deep breathing from each script, because that was really what got me through and helped me to stay relaxed and focused through the more intense waves.  My nurse commented a few times that I was “so relaxed and zen.”

At around 2:30 or 3:00 in the afternoon, the doctor came in and checked my cervix again.  She said that I had only a slight anterior lip of cervix and could gently bear down at any time, but that I should let them know when I really felt the urge to push.  My membranes were still intact at this point, and the doctor explained that she didn’t feel it was a good idea for a full term baby to be born en caul.  I had in my birthing preferences that I did not want my membranes ruptured artificially, because I did not want my pressure waves to intensify before it was time.  However, I had never heard of any concerns over the baby being born in the bag of waters.  I didn’t have any background knowledge on the issue, and I was becoming quite tired, still with no urge to push, so I decided to trust the doctor on that one and sometime around 3:30 I had the nurse bring her in to break my water.  Either my waves didn’t intensify all that much, or I had successfully brought myself deeper into relaxation, but the next bit was just very exciting.  I knew that the time was near.  I began feeling the urge to push several waves later, so the nurse checked my cervix and said she didn’t think I’d be pushing for long.  She went to notify the doctor and the corpsman who would take care of everything for the baby came in as well.  Then, the nurse and my husband went about setting up the squat bar.  I started out trying to use that, but couldn’t quite get the hang of it.  Instead, my husband sat on the edge of the bed and I squatted on the ground in front of him, using him as support.  Pushing was wonderful.  I just loved knowing that I was that close to holding my baby.  When it got close enough that I could feel her head, I decided to move to a side lying position, as it felt best to push hard, and I didn’t want to push her out faster than my body could stretch.  I moved up to the bed and Andrew stayed right beside me while the OB literally sat on the end of the bed and waited.  She was totally hands-off, which I really appreciated.  The nurse held my foot up during pressure waves so I had something to press against.  At one point, I guess my leg got very near the doc, because she said I could feel free to prop my foot on her shoulder!  Such a wonderful doctor!  Up to this point, the baby’s heart rate had been beautiful, but toward the end, the doctor grew concerned over how deeply it was decelerating and said that I needed to get her out with the next couple of pushes.  At this point, I really started pushing long and hard.  She was coming, but it took more than a couple of pushes.  Finally, the doctor calmly said I could either push really hard now, or we could cut an episiotomy.  I think she knew that was the motivation I needed.  My response was an exhausted, “Let’s do the not episiotomy one!” and my beautiful daughter was out in the next two pushes.

It happened so fast that I didn’t even fully realize she’d been born until she was on my chest.  She was perfect.  I was surprised to see a full head of dark hair.  She looked just exactly like her daddy.  I just enjoyed holding her skin to skin while the corpsman came over and started rubbing her vigorously with a very coarse towel. That part broke my heart and I got a bit protective.  I told him she was fine and he said she had to get dry or she’d get cold.  I told him to put blankets over her and she’d be fine.  I was too busy staring my baby to tell which, but either the doctor or the nurse backed me up on that one and soon I was snuggling my sweet girl without any other unwanted hands disturbing us.  We bonded while the doctor gave me a few stitches.  I gave the baby a few minutes to see if she would go to the breast on her own.  She inched toward it, but didn’t show an interest in latching just yet.  Eventually, I handed her over to her daddy so he could take her over for her measurements.  I just stared – he looked so comfortable holding her.  She was a tiny 6lbs and 15oz and 19.25 inches long.  When I got her back, she nursed a bit and the three of us were left alone to bond.

I had to be moved to another room for the night as my room was needed for another birthing mom.  Unfortunately, because the hospital was so full, Andrew was not allowed to stay the night with us.  Around 10pm, he headed home to get some rest.  I kept my bed in a semi-reclining position, so that I could sleep with my sweet girl in my arms.  The next morning, we were both doing well enough that I was able to convince the pediatrician and the OB to send us home early.  Their general rule is to keep first time moms for 48 hours, so we were happy to be heading out the door immediately after Annabelle’s 24 hour screening.

I believe I really could have practiced my hypno-tools more.  I never felt that I could really visualize my birth, and I very seldom practiced my finger drops.  I could have prepared myself better, but I’m so glad that I used the program.  I truly felt confident and relaxed most of the time and I was able to accept everything that my birthing time brought.

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Kristen Jorgensen HCHI
704 987-3348
kristenjorgensen@bellsouth.net
Charlotte, NC

Hynobabies Classes

I am thrilled to be teaching Hypnobabies childbirth education classes! I have two boys: 4 and 2 who were both born using hypnosis. I absolutely love childbirth and breastfeeding and feel very strongly that through education women can make the choices necessary to have a positive experience for herself and her baby. I feel that through hypnosis childbirth is a relaxing, enjoyable and bonding experience for mom, dad and baby.

I *love* the information that is included in Hypnobabies and that is why I am so excited to teach it, not only does it have all the hypnosis needed to enjoy your birthing time but also it has the information needed to make informed choices to help the birth go smoother and increase your likelihood of having a healthy, positive experience. I have found personally that recovery is so much quicker and smoother using hypnosis. I wish every woman to have the birth of her dreams!

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