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I found this Hypnobabies Birth story that won an essay contest. I thought it was pretty inspirational. Mom overcame her fears of birth, moved forward with a Natural Birth, circumstances led to an induction, mom followed her intuition knowing that was the best choice.
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Well, Matthew is here – born 10/16 at 1028 pm, 8.5 lbs, 21 inches.
Here is his very very long story – sorry, just kept writing.
This definitely needs a BOP at times, but thought I’d share anyway. Also, occasionally a possible TMI.
I have had two previous inductions that were very good. I had some IV meds with both, but no epidural which was my goal this time as well. This time, we are in the UK where they don’t HAVE IV meds. The only pain options are gas and air (laughing gas) and an epidural. Again, I did not want to have the epidural, which is how I found the hypnobabies program – trying to find alternate pain management and stumbled across it. I love the concept, so decided to give it a try.
Since I had two very successful inductions already, I was completely ready for my induction Monday morning, Oct 19th at 41+4. Well, on the 16th at 530 pm he decided he was ready on his own and broke my inner bag of water which then started leaking. I remember standing talking with my four year old and thinking “either my waters just started leaking or I have a bigger bladder problem than I thought.” So, I called the midwife who said come in and we’ll check what is going on. Meanwhile, I’m leaking every time I move so I’m pretty sure this is it. Hubby got home, we had some dinner, said bye to our two girls and my parents who have been staying with us, and headed to the hospital. At this point I still haven’t had a pressure wave – the entire pregnancy. I think I had ONE practice pressure wave this pregnancy.
We got to the hospital at 630 pm. While checking to see if it was my water, the OB accidentally ruptured the rest of it – guess that was the water. I was at a 2, same as I had been that week at my 41 week appointment (the only time I was checked). I had declined testing for Group B Strep – assuming that I had it since I have twice before, so we decided to induce so he wasn’t exposed to the bacteria for an extended period of time. We could have waited to see if pressure waves started on their own, but there was no sign of any coming, so at 650 pm we started the drip and I got my antibiotics.
Well, I am now a firm believer that the drip meds in the UK are stronger than the drip meds in the US. I was fully prepared for the induction, having had 2 very similar – one 17 hours, one 8 hours…..well, nothing had prepared me for this experience. We turned on the CD and got situated.
About a half hour after the drip started I had the thought that I was going to need an epidural for this child – there was already no way I was going to make it through this without one, but I’d see how far I got. I hadn’t had a BM all day and I needed to go. It was still early, and I knew it wasn’t a push feeling, so they let me go. I took a little longer than they would like, so they kept asking “are you ok” through the door. About an hour later I had to go again – this time loose stools. Again they were asking through the door. Finally my midwife asked if I’d like her to come in – I said yes, told her what was going on – and she was ok with the fact baby wasn’t coming, but body was cleaning itself out, so she left and told my OB and hubby that everything was fine.
Listening to my CDs were helping, but things were becoming very intense, and I was definitely starting to feel pain. About 9 I told my husband “they are just coming so fast” – I couldn’t see the monitor because it was on the other side of the bed, and it was just printing out on paper so he couldn’t see it either. He was VERY helpful with my relax cues. By his watch he figured that the pressure waves were coming every 30-45 seconds and were lasting 45-60 seconds, so they really were coming one on top of the other. It was so intense that I was starting to be in my own world trying to manage that I wasn’t really hearing the CD, and definitely wasn’t able to concentrate on it. About the time I said that to DH, my midwife decided it was time for a check. I told hubby if I was a 6 or less, I was having that epidural. We agreed that I would try the gas and air first, but then I would have the epidural. Turns out I was a 7, so that was good – I figured I’d try and hold out a little longer. My midwife also decided to stay there during a pressure wave and help stretch a little – that was quite painful, but I was not exactly in control.
At this point I decided that the gas and air was a really good idea, so I started using it, learning how to manage the pressure waves with it, and I gained control again. I felt I had to go to the bathroom again a little later – but just wet. They kept asking if I felt pressure in my rear – which I didn’t. So, we were getting ready to walk across the hall to the bathroom again, but decided I couldn’t leave my gas and air that long. So, they actually did something creative – made a toilet on the chair putting a waterproof pad, then a bowl so it was more comfortable than using a regular bedpan. While there I was also having loose stools – which my midwife kept saying was a sign of clearing out and getting ready. This was about 1015 when I got back in bed. I was working on getting back on my side but found I could not put my knees back together – and was really struggling. They were still asking about pressure in my rear, which I still wasn’t having. However, after about a minute I realized that I couldn’t put my knees together because there was a head in the way. My midwife was already planning to check me when I got back in to bed, and I knew exactly what she would find. Sure enough, there he was.
So, we started pushing. It was a midwife/self led pushing. I wasn’t exactly using the breathing technique, but I was completely listening to my body. Again I was at the point where I was out of control, even with the gas and air. I could hear everything going on, comprehend most of it, but couldn’t respond to anything. So, I was trying to focus on what my midwife was telling me. She was FANTASTIC!! She let me lead, and simply told me when I needed to stop pushing – I’m assuming to prevent tearing. After three children, I have finally learned the definition of the ring of fire! There were several pressure waves that she said I could push when I felt like it, but I could feel myself about to tear so I stopped. After about 7 minutes his head was out. Then I could feel the rest starting to come – but everyone (midwife, DH, OB) were all yelling at me to stop pushing. Well….I couldn’t stop – my body had completely taken over. I knew what they were saying, I was telling my body to stop, and it just was refusing. So I am hearing “cut it now!” because they figured out that I wasn’t going to be able to stop. Finally after about 90 seconds he started to cry. Apparently he had been breathing, so no one else was worried, but I hadn’t heard him, so I was. Come to find out they were yelling for me to stop because the cord was wrapped twice around his neck – so that was pretty scary. Placenta delivery went great – apparently I have a very large placenta…no idea J He was born at 1028 pm.
I did manage to make it without an epidural – which was my biggest goal. Also, I had a VERY small tear that required no stitches – a first for me. I was up and showering within 2 hours of the birth. I feel absolutely incredible. I understand now why people would want to leave the hospital within hours of birth, or have a homebirth. I also understand why people are afraid of induction. If this had been the experience with my first I’d never do it again.
I told my husband later that night I felt like a hypnobaby drop out – it was definitely NOT a pain free birth. However he made several very good points to me. First, when I was listening to my CD and able to concentrate I was doing well. Even as things spun out of control for me, whenever he would use the relax cues, I did so immediately. He said it was amazing to watch me be completely tense and go to complete relaxation with that single action. He had been very worried about the role he would play in the birth between the Hypnobabies CDs and my midwife – he was absolutely indispensable (as he has been at each birth). So, those whose DH’s are worried – really, they are needed.
I definitely learned that listening to your body is amazing! There really is a recovery period between when you are fully dilated and when your body is ready to push. Hypnobabies helped me to listen to my body, advocate for myself, and be willing to try something different.
I firmly believe that if circumstances were different, hypnobabies would have been a great success for me. It was the speed and intensity of the experience that caused me to lose control and be unable to manage the pain without the gas and air. Had I known about hypnobabies my last pregnancy, I truly believe I would have been able to have a pain-free birth with her, even with the induction. This time I went from 2 to delivered in 3.5 hours. The pushing stage was listed in the notes as 8 minutes. It was definitely the most intense experience of my life. I think if I had been able to go on my own, this program would be wonderfully successful. I am very grateful for giving it a shot – it did help me during the labor many times, as my husband lovingly pointed out. It was simply the circumstances that did not allow me to have the whole Hypnobabies experience I wanted, and that’s OK – it helped me with my biggest goal which was to avoid the epidural, which I definitely would not have been able to do without Hypnobabies.
Thanks to everyone for all your support, I’ve enjoyed being part of the group.
After finding out I was pregnant and beginning to learn about birth and options, I decided I wanted to attempt a natural birth. I felt very empowered after watching the documentary The Business of Being Born. At this point, it was in theory I wanted a natural birth for all of the wonderful reasons to have one, but in practice I really didn’t have
much confidence I could (or would) do it. I knew I would have to change my fearful attitude and my first step was to stop watching anything on TV about birth!
My second step was to hire a doula/birth coach, and we found Erin. She was an incredible resource throughout my pregnancy as well. She also introduced me to the “Hypnobabies” program which was incredibly helpful to me as I prepared mentally for birthing.
The last few weeks of the pregnancy got pretty tense as we considered recommendations for inducing labor, based on amniotic fluid level that was in the healthy range but at the low end of the range. Ryan and I decided together that we would not induce labor with levels in the healthy range, particularly given the known inaccuracy of those readings by ultrasound. We knew our baby was thriving and healthy. We wanted her and my body to be as ready as possible before trying to force it into labor. We stepped up the natural induction techniques as much as possible, trying spicy foods, talking to Kay about coming out, the Hypnobabies “Come Out Baby” and fear clearing sessions, raspberry leaf, acupressure and more.
On December 22nd, we had a very low fluid reading and we knew this meant we would proceed with the induction. Fortunately my body was much more ready than it was a few weeks prior and on that Monday evening I was at 1cm and 50% effaced. At least we weren’t starting completely from scratch (and I do believe our efforts helped!).
That evening, a foley catheter balloon was inserted into my cervix to assist it opening to 3cm overnight. We were very nervous about how my body might react (or not!) to artificial labor induction. I listened to positive birthing affirmations and Ryan led me through the Hypnobabies “change of plans” script. That was very helpful as I visualized all of my fears and concerns, put them all in boxes and away in a closet marked “later” – then sent it away. I was so appreciative of the friends and family who called to check on me.
By morning, I was at 3cm and 70% effaced. Ryan and I took showers and got some good breakfast. The midwives and nurses were so respectful of our birth plans and no one ever offered me medication that day or even used the “p-word”, but just let us do our work.
About 8:30 a.m. I was started on Pitocin. Again, I tried to relax and keep positive messages in my mind with the birthing day affirmations. I had no choice but to believe that this could still go very well. I couldn’t help but feel robbed of an experience – of going into labor spontaneously, laboring at home, the trip to the hospital… but, we were going to meet Baby Kay and all would be well.
During the morning, I felt very mild contractions, mostly in my back. Ryan, Erin and I watched TV, talked, and laughed. Erin gave me a wonderful foot rub with aromatherapy, and worked some acupressure points to help contractions come. Erin went for some lunch and after that Ryan left for a lunch break as well. During Ryan’s absence, things got more serious. I got on the birth ball and Erin began rubbing my back with a massager.
At this point I looked up at the TV and saw that Home Improvement was on. I said, “I really hate this show!!” and asked the nurse to please turn it off right NOW! It just hit me that I hated that show so we had a good laugh about it. I had an intense longing for Ryan to return, and he did a few minutes later thankfully. I was starting to do some real work. With each contraction, I would try to breathe and relax my body. I did not have a desire to listen to my
hypnosis CD’s but I always had the messages in mind, to relax as much as possible and let my body do the work.
My breathing triggered Erin to aid me with each contraction – she would press on my lower back or squeeze my hips. It felt very good and seemed to contain each contraction so it did not get too far away from me, too far outside of myself. Erin reminded me to take one at a time, and use my breaks to rest and relax, which was really key to my success. For some reason I wanted Ryan to press on my forehead with each contraction too. About 1 or 1:30 p.m., I felt a pop inside, which was a really interesting sensation! My water had broken – great progress!
At about 2:30 p.m. I was at 4-5cm. I felt a little discouraged because I thought I was progressing so well and had done so much work, but that sounded like I was only halfway there!. But my “team” got me focused again. I got back on the birth ball and continued to work. I was leaning over into Ryan’s lap as he sat on the bed. He held me and
pressed on my forehead with each contraction. At one point I got emotional and started talking about our first anniversary and trip. We had just found out we were expecting and had not told anyone yet. Then I asked Ryan “Do you remember that steak I had with the chocolate? That was awesome…I want that right now”. Erin and Ryan started talking about it, but by that time it was making me feel queasy and I quickly insisted that they stop talking about food!
My breathing turned into moaning through each wave. I cannot describe the feeling of the contractions but it certainly wasn’t “p***”. I suppose I would describe it as really intense rhythmic pressure but I really cannot find the words.
Contractions were coming pretty quickly now and I was really feeling like I wanted a break. I was okay with each one but they came so quickly now, I felt like I could barely breathe in between! Then I started wondering aloud how many more of these I was going to have to do. Erin focused me and reminded me that I only have to do this one. Just one at a time. I didn’t realize it at the time but I was entering transition. I wanted a break, I was daydreaming about what an epidural might be like right now, and I might have said something about wanting to go home. I vomited, although I must say that felt pretty awesome. It felt cleansing, and also distracted me momentarily.
I remember clearly when we were returning from the bathroom (a mandated trip which I was not at all happy about!), Erin said “look at what the nurses are doing.” I looked and they were putting out all of the instruments and getting ready for delivery. I gasped and said “Really?” as I looked at this happening in disbelief – I really thought it was going to be a long haul ahead. Erin said to me, “They are getting ready for you to have your baby!” This was an exciting moment. I knew Kay was coming very soon and that I was going to make it through.
At this point I got in bed to take a little “rest.” After a few contractions I started to feel the overwhelming urge to push. This must have been about 4:30 p.m. now. I had to wait for the midwife to check my progress. This was by far the most difficult part of the labor, because I was fighting against what my body needed to do. It did not hurt, it
was just nearly impossible to fight off the pushing. The nurse kept encouraging me to just breathe through it, try not to push. The midwife checked and said I was almost fully dilated but not quite there. Erin told me to visualize my cervix opening up and Kay’s head sliding out easily. Fighting the pushing was so hard – my whole being wanted to push and I couldn’t even fight it entirely. They just kept telling me to wait a little longer. I must have had at least 15 of these contractions, trying not to push.
Once the midwife said to go ahead and push, it felt truly amazing!! I would never use the “p-word” to describe this. Pushing honestly felt GREAT. All that energy had a channel now. I was feeling great and accomplished and thinking about how the baby was almost here. Then my mind turned against me for a moment and it hit me that the pushing stage can last several hours, and that I might not even get the baby out this way. I couldn’t get this thought out of my
mind but again my support team kicked in and kept me focused. Eventually Erin encouraged me to get up and let gravity help, so I stood and leaned over the bed. At this point things get fuzzy but I remember they got a bar so I could squat/sit down. Baby Kay was really on her way now, I started to feel stretching and burning. Now the midwife was down on the floor, but at this point again it was fuzzy. I was excited, elated, scared, everything all at once! I remember saying “She’s coming! She’s coming! What do I do?!” I was told to slow down and not push too hard, so she could ease out. Then they decided they really wanted me in the bed. This was a crazy moment… I just kept thinking, she is coming! I can’t move!, but I had to climb into bed. The crowning really burned, but I was just so happy she was almost here that I didn’t care one bit. Another push and suddenly thd midwife had Kay in her hands and I saw her face!! She was born at 5:49 p.m. I’d only had to push for about an hour!
The moment Kay came out was sheer relief. I gasped and couldn’t believe there was our baby!! I knew there was a baby in there, but when I saw her it was still just such an amazing surprise. She was beautiful. They handed Kay to me and I said hi and I think I commented on how she had hair! I remember telling her that she was named after two very
special women (our late mothers). Then I looked over at Ryan who was next to me and saw his face, which was filled with both shock and love! We kissed, and exchanged words that I really don’t remember now, and probably wouldn’t do justice to what we were feeling in that moment. I let Kay near my chest for a while to root around and become familiar.
All I remember now was lots of commotion and that my legs would not stop shaking. I was in such a state of physical and emotional excitement – what a high!! Out of nowhere Kay just latched right on to my breast and it even startled me. She was drinking away! Erin commented on how amazing it is that they know just what to do, and I agreed. It felt incredible. Kay continued to feed for about 15-20 minutes. Ryan went out to tell his parents that Kay had been born, and when he came back he said he had lost it out there with them and they were all crying. I wish I could have seen that moment!
While Ryan’s parents came in to meet the baby, I called my family and tearfully shared the news of her birth. After his parents left, Ryan was sitting on the couch with Kay just holding her tight and looking at her with such amazement and love. He was softly talking to her and called her “Kay bear”, and it has really stuck as our sweet pet name for her.
What follows is a whirlwind of nurses, doctors, instructions and information. We never imagined how many people would be in and out of our room. That night we called or texted a lot of friends and family and just enjoyed this beautiful sleepy little bundle. I was on such a high that I wasn’t even thinking about sleeping or eating nor did I notice any discomfort. I had just given birth to this baby!! After all of the thought, preparation, worrying… I had done it. What else mattered? Eventually I realized my body and muscles were very tired and sore, and that I needed to slow down and rest. We could have been released from the hospital on Christmas Eve but we did not feel ready. We wanted all the help of the nurses and lactation consultants while we had the opportunity.
We brought Kay home on Christmas Day. As we were getting all of our things together and ready to leave the hospital that afternoon, Ryan and I were both emotional. It was sinking in that we were really taking our baby home. We packed up all of our things and got this baby in the car, and just as many friends had told us we would, we felt a sense of disbelief that they were letting us leave with her! It was a very surreal but exciting moment. Let the adventures begin…
Hello everyone! I have finally found some time to sit down and write my birth story. It was an incredible day! But first let me tell you a little about my pregnancy.
At 33 weeks, I started having some strong contractions. I went into the doctors office and I was dilated to 2 cm and 50% effaced. They also did a fetal fibronectin test that came back positive. Because of that test, they had me go up to labor and delivery to get medication to stop contractions and they wanted me to get the steroid shots for his lungs. I did both of these things. Contractions continued but mostly when I was active so the nurse told me to stay off my feet. I was on a modified bed rest for 3 weeks and that helped a lot. After I was taken off bedrest, I thought for sure he would come any day. It caused a lot of emotional ups and downs, as I’m sure those with false alarms can attest. It continued like this for 4 weeks! The week before he was due, I started having very regular contractions. I went in to labor and delivery and after a couple of hours of monitoring, they said that because these contractions were dilating me (slowly) that I could choose to stay. The nurse explained that with “regular” or “normal” patients, they would start an iv and pitocin along with an epidural. But because I was going natural, I had the choice to stay or go because it could mean a long labor. I decided to wait one more hour to see how much I progressed and when she said there was no more change after that hour, we decided to go home and hope it progressed there. I thought for sure we’d be heading back in the middle of the night and I’d be waking up to labor pains. Well, I woke up the next morning with nothing and was disappointed. I decided to just continue on and wait until he was ready. So when he decided it was time, I was very ready.
On Oct. 11th (my due date) my husband and I were getting ready to go to church. I was standing in the bathroom when I felt a little trickle. I thought for a second that my water broke but because of all the emotional ups and downs and being in and out of the hospital, I didn’t fully believe it. The last thing I wanted was to go to the hospital only to be sent home again. My worry wart DH kept telling me he wanted to go to the hospital. I said even if it was my water, we could wait a while. He didn’t feel comfortable with that, since the doctors said if my water breaks to go right to the hospital. So he convinced me and we got ready to go to the hospital.
We got checked in and set up in a room. I was about 4.5 cm when I arrived. The nurse checked the fluid coming out and it was indeed amniotic fluid. So this was it! I was very excited. But nothing was happening! No hard contractions or anything! We waited and waited and walked and walked. Because labor stalled with my first baby, they decided to start a pitocin drip. I asked if we could start it very low and turn it off if things started to progress because I still wanted a natural birth if I could. The continuously upped my pitocin level little by little, hoping it would start something. I walked the halls and tried everything but I was moving so slowly. After hours and hours, I had only dilated to a 5. (half a cm!). After about 10 hours, the doctor said he would like to change my plan. He wanted to start an epidural to calm me down and insert an internal monitor to make sure the pitocin level was enough to change my cervix. He also said they needed to start antibiotics because it had almost been 12 hours since my water broke. I read this on the monitor before my nurse came in. I looked at my husband and said “I don’t need an epidural. I’m calm.” My nurse overheard me and understood my concern. She sat down and calmly talked to me about my options. She also said that if I didn’t start to change by 24 hours, they would do a C-Section. I asked if we could start with the internal monitor and then up my pitocin and if that didn’t work, I would have the epidural, if it was what was best for my baby. She okayed that with the charge nurse and so we started on that path. The charge nurse placed the internal monitor and immediately I started to feel the pressure waves. I concentrated through them but they were incredibly intense. I looked at my husband and said if the contractions are going to continue to get stronger and closer together, I didn’t think I could do this without an epidural. My nurse came in to check me 30 min to an hour later and I had dilated to a 6+. The plan was working! I told her my concerns. I was not prepared to deal with these contractions just lying in a bed. I had wanted to use the jacuzzi and birth ball and if they were going to get any stronger, I wanted an epidural. She looked at me with a concerned look and said, “I know how much you want to have this baby unmedicated.” She then looked at my pitocin levels and said they were actually stronger than they needed to be. She lowered my pitocin and got permission from the charge nurse to allow me to sit on the birthing ball. That helped TREMENDOUSLY! I was able to sit on the ball and relaxed through each wave for about another hour or 2. My husband would apply counter pressure on my lower back and that helped a lot too. I would just listen to the scripts and try to relax. It felt so intense inside my head during the waves. I thought I was moaning through them very loudly but when my husband captured a couple on camera, I looked completely calm and relaxed, my face even looked serene. My nurse came in to check me and said I was a 7+. She also said that one side of my cervix was dilating faster than the other. She said if I lay down on my right side, that would help to dilate the other side of my cervix. I layed down and immediately had an INTENSE wave. I almost lost control at this point. The nurse said to try and get through 3 more and then she’d check me. She left the room and during the very next contraction, I shouted “I need to push!!” My body couldn’t stop. This might sound weird but it felt like when you dry heave, you can’t really control your body. I couldn’t control the urge to push. My body just took over. The nurses must have heard me from down the hall because they all came running in and started getting things set up. My nurse checked me and said, “its time to push”. I looked at my husband and was so relieved. Betsy, my nurse, took my hand and helped me breath through a wave or two until the Nurse Midwife arrived to deliver the baby. I had never met this nurse midwife before, she was the one on call. But she was great. She allowed me to direct my pushing and didn’t do the counting thing (thank goodness). She told me when to stop (to avoid tearing) and just basically sat back and watched. My sister arrived in the nick of time. She held my hand (my DH had the other) and maybe 5 minutes later, she looked at me and said “The head is out.” I was so happy because I understand what people mean when they say “Ring of Fire”. It was intense! After another good push or two, his body came out and he was finally here! They layed him on my tummy and he was so warm. I just kept saying “I did it.” and “I love you baby, thanks for coming out.” I felt an immediate bond with him.
Afterward, my husband asked if I would do it again. At that time, when the **pressure/pain** was so apparent in my mind, I said I didn’t know, probably not. But 2 days later, I was sure I would. The only part that was almost too much was 3-4 contractions before I could push. But I did it and I am sure I can do it again. I know what to expect now and I think if I prepare even better next time, it will be an even better experience, which is hard to say because this one was incredibly amazing!!
Asher Alexander was born 12:32 AM weighing in at 8 lbs 1 oz and 20 in long. He scored a 9/9 on the apgar and is doing so well! To be honest, I am excited to do it all over again!