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I was using Fertility Awareness Method to concieve, so I knew when I er, I mean WE concieved so the EDD (Oct. 18) was amusing to me. When anyone asked, “When are you due?” I would say “October…,” when pressed for a day I would say, “oh I dunno, babies are on there own schedule.” Well, I did not know then how much truth was in those words!
Well, I had an absolutely amazing pregnancy; I started the self study at 8 weeks! Just a couple waves of mild nausea during the first trimester, I taught yoga up to 38 weeks, I practiced yoga up to 40 weeks. Then at my 41 week appointment my midwife started talking to me about going to an OB-GYN and getting a check up at 42 weeks. I still wasn’t concerned because I was born 2 weeks “overdue” and so was my younger sister. I thought surely I’d start birthing by that Monday.

Well, Monday came and we found ourselves in the doctor’s office. I was trying to tell myself it didn’t matter how our baby came to us, but I was sick with worry; I didn’t want to be induced. They gave me my second ultrasound of my pregnancy. The doctor said everything looked good and they were measuring our baby at 39 weeks so I could go back under my midwife’s care. They also did a cervical sweep, which was not any more uncomfrtable than a pap smear but everyone kept asking me if I was ok with the p**n during the procedure.
After the doctor’s visit I was elated I had more time, but more determined than ever. I ramped doing everything I had been doing; acupuncture, chiropractic, sex, walking, and listening/practicing Hypnobabies. I also tried going up in the mountains hoping the altitude would move things along (btw, it just made me have to pee more than I already had to and I only had two good pressure waves), and I purchased and began listening to “Baby Come Out!” I listened to it for a couple days and thought, “Ugh! NOTHING is working!” So I stopped everything.

Then another day passed and I decided to try the “Baby Come Out!” track one more time because I truly believe Hypnobabies had made my pregnancy so easy up to that point. There is a part of that script that directs you to have a conversation with your baby about being born. I distinctly heard “I’ll be out tomorrow, Mama,” and I started crying hysterically. Just about that time my husband came home and asked what was going on. I told him I was hallucinating and I probably wasn’t even really pregnant! To which he replied, “Oh, honey!” I’m sure that must have been hilarious to see me with red swollen eyes and a giant belly saying I didn’t think I was pregnant!

The next day I woke up and went about my business as usual but crabbier than ever. I was so resentful to have to do laundry with my big belly! My husband came home in the afternoon and we decided to watch a movie. Then, I had a pressure wave that made me moan and get up and rock my hips, then another, then another! I told my husband I couldn’t possibly go to our midwife’s appointment like this, so he called her. She said she would call and check in a couple hours -if we didn’t call her first.

We continued to watch the movie, pausing more and more often for me to moan and wiggle; not because of p**n, but kind of like when you have to lift something REALLY heavy. Then I wanted to take a bath, the PWs started getting closer together so I decided to get out and move around some more. My husband and I decided to get the birthing tub going. I thought, “Well even if I’m not in my birthing at least I’ll be in a bigger tub!” A short while after we started setting up I had to stop to focus, and I was shaking during PWs.

My husband called the midwife to tell her. She had given us explicit instructions to call her about shaking, vomiting or water breaking (she had missed a hypnomom’s birth before :D ). I thought, “Is this transition-it’s only been an hour and a half?” She said she was on her way!
Her assistant arrived first-two hours  after our first phone call. I told her, “I don’t want you to be here for nothing,” she said “Um, it doesn’t sound like nothing!” The midwife got to our house 30 minutes later, and I said the same thing, so she offered to check me-I was 9 cm. She said I just needed my water to break so the head would engage.
Well, I normally took a nap the time of day when my birthing began, so I ran out of steam and began to nap between PWs. This slowed things a bit, but I believe my body knew what it needed to do. A few hours passed and it really only felt like one hour. My midwife suggested I get out of the tub and try a change of scenery, but when I began to get out I said no way! I really was so sick of being heavy the water felt so nice.

Then, a few minutes later-POP-my water broke. The midwife told the assistant, “Hmm, a 42 week baby with vernix.” I remember thinking,”That’s because I’m only 40 weeks and 5 days!” Then I was ready to get out and get in the shower. After showering for some time I said I wanted out, so out I came and my midwife began to talk to me about pushing.

I’m glad she did because I never had any overwhelming urge to push. So I pushed on the bed for about four pushes-hated that! Then I gripped a sheet they threw over the door and squatted and pushed for some time and said I wanted to dosomething to push where I didn’t feel like I had to stand back up, so my midwife suggested my husband sit on the edge of the bed and hook his arms under mine while I squatted deeply. This was the magic position!

I pushed a few more times, my midwife said to give it all my Mama Bear strength I pushed again. I pushed one more giant push expecting to just get his head to crown, but WHOOSH! He came out all at once and suddenly there was a baby in my arms! All I could say was, “HOLY SH*T!” over and over again. I was so surpised-I think I really think part of me believed I wasn’t pregnant and the other part (that actually believed I was pregnant ;D ) was so surprised he came in one giant push! Maximos was born November 6th 2010 at 12:31am!
It has now been two months of the most amazing experience in my life. I’m so proud of my body for growing a baby and pushing him out without drugs or medical intervention! In addition, I LOVE the look of awe on people’s faces when I tell them I had a natural childbirth and only felt uncomfortable when he crowned!

Thank you so much Hypnobabies!

So if you are still reading this, particularly if you are “overdue,” your baby will come, and your birthing will be beautiful!

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36 hours of labor!  That’s right 36 hours of labor and I would do it all over again!  With the help of the Hypnobabies program and my awesome husband, my birthing time was very manageable and even enjoyable.

So many people before I gave birth were asking me what I was planning for my birthing time.  When I told them about Hypnobabies they thought I was crazy because they had been through labor cursing their husbands and screaming for drugs; there was no way it could be a positive peaceful experience.  They also just didn’t think I could be mellow enough to accomplish self hypnosis.  My “Bubble of Peace” became the goal to prove them all wrong and I did!

On Friday March 12th I had my weekly checkup appointment scheduled for 11am.  At 10am, while putting my makeup on I noticed some mild contractions.  On the way to the doctors office I watched the clock as I drove and realized they were 7 to 10 minutes apart.  When I got to the office my doctor was running behind so I sat down and practiced my Hypnobabies.  At this point I wouldn’t allow myself to believe this was it!  When my doctor asked how I was feeling I told her about the pressure waves so she set me up on the monitors to make sure I was in active labor.  I was instructed to go right home and go to the hospital when the pressure waves were 5 minutes apart because I was already dilated 3 cm.

I’m not very good at following directions. I was listening to my body. I knew the process was going to take a while so I ran a few errands on my way home and baked a dessert for the nurses.  That evening the pressure waves had progressed to 5 minutes apart but I was reluctant to go to the hospital.  My family has a history of long labors and I didn’t want the doctor on duty to get antsy and suggest altering my labor or breaking my water.

I called my wonderful Hypnobabies instructor, who is also a Doula, at about 9 pm and asked for her advice.  She reminded me to listen to my body and go when I felt the time was right. Up to this point I had been using self deepening techniques for the contractions and taking long slow deep breaths.

My labor slowed down through the night.  I put on the deepening CD and listened to it while I slept between contractions. At around 3 am Saturday morning the contractions started to become regular again at 5 minutes apart.  I stayed in bed and tried to rest a bit more.  I got in the shower at 5 am and sat on my birthing ball while using my deepening techniques.

At this point the contractions were becoming more difficult to talk through and I had to concentrate on my techniques.  After getting breakfast we decided it was a good time for me to go to the hospital.

On the drive to the hospital I listened to the Birth Day track.  I loved it!  After I went through admissions I had to sit in triage until the doctor could check me out.  During my stay there I made sure I told the nurse I was using Hypnobabies to birth naturally.  She was happy to learn this and told me she would get me assigned to a nurse who was conducive to my birthing choice.  The doctor on duty, whom I had never met and I soon discovered I didn’t like her personality or lack there of, came to check me and I was 5cm.  She told me they were going to start me on an IV of fluids.  I told her I would like to wait and she reluctantly agreed.  Let me take this opportunity to say in my experience the doctor you have doesn’t matter, it is the nurses that add to your experience.

I was then lead to my birthing room and introduced to the first of my awesome nurses.  Much to my dismay she connected me to the monitor.  I was not allowed off of the monitor unless my doctor oked it.  My understanding was that it was hospital policy.  The good thing is I could sit on my birthing ball the bad part was the baby was moving constantly making monitoring difficult.

During my birthing time I was allowed off of the monitor for two half hour stints.  I walked the halls and listened to my tracks.  I would stop and lean on my husband during pressure waves.  At the end of my last walk I decided it was going to be my last.  I was having a difficult time standing and I was getting uncomfortable.  I went back to my birthing ball.

This was the point that I really had to focus on my deepening techniques.  If I didn’t the pain would take hold and I would feel overwhelmed.  My mantra became, “I’m in control.  It’s just pressure.  Control, control, control.”  All while my husband was talking in my ear telling me I was doing great. With the help of my mantra, my husband and my tracks I was able to turn the pain into pressure an not become overwhelmed.  It is amazing what your mind and body can accomplish when they work together.

Seven hours or so into being at the hospital, 31 hours into labor, I was bored.  I wanted my birthing time to be over just so I could do anything else!  This is when my birthing time kicked into high gear.  I was still listening to my Birth Day track and using my mantra.  The doctor came back to check on me when I was 8 cm.  She told me she would be back in about an hour to see how I had progressed.  This is when I started whining.  I wasn’t sure I could do it anymore.  I was tired and I just wanted to close my eyes for 5 minutes.  My nurse reassured me that I was doing an awesome job and I could do it.  It was the end of her shift and she saw to it that I got another nurse that was open to my birthing style.  The second nurse was just as good.  She was very positive and reassuring.
My water still had not broken but I was feeling the need to push.  I listened to my body and pushed.  The pushing track was on in the background but I don’t remember hearing it.  I was inside myself at this point and didn’t notice much around me.  The doctor came back in again to check on me and yet again said she would be back later.

Just after she left the room my water broke.  Pushing became a relief!  I was just doing what my body wanted and it felt great.  I felt three stages during each push and made a different noise for each stage.   The nurse put the mirror up for me to see my progress.  When I pushed she told me to look.  I could see the baby’s head crowning.  That was all the motivation I needed.  The doctor came back in and within 10 minutes.  I had a beautiful, peaceful baby girl in my arms.

Annalise was born on March 13th at 10:08 pm.  She entered the world calm, alert and wide eyed.  I didn’t curse my husband and I didn’t cry for drugs.  I had a positive peaceful experience that I hope to have for any other children I may be so blessed to give birth to.  The nurses both told me, after watching my birth, they will be using it for their next babies.

I’ve been asked why I thought Hypnobabies worked for me.  I think there are a few reasons.  I wasn’t fearful of giving birth.  I’ve known since I was a teenager that I wanted a drug free birth.  I trusted the program, did my homework and practiced.  I can’t say I kept 100% to the schedule but I kept practicing long after my classes were finished.  I visualized myself swimming in water and the feeling of weightlessness as I descended with each count during the tracks.  I was able to make the program my own.  Hypnobabies isn’t something to be scoffed at.  It’s legit.  Trust in the program and trust in yourself.

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On wed night, nov. 17th I went to bed close to midnight. I was feeling some practice waves( I thought) which wasn’t alarming because I had been having them for 6 weeks or more.

 

A little before 2:00 am I woke up feeling stronger waves. They were so strong and close that I couldn’t go back to sleep. I downloaded a contraction timer on my phone and started timing.

 

At 2:00, I went upstairs and woke my husband, Tony, up to have him fill up the bathtub. I got in the tub and started listening to my birth guide CD while timing my waves. They were close but irregular- 4min. apart, then 2, then 6….no consistency, but I knew that these waves were definitely different than the practice waves I had been having before.

 

At some point, Tony called the midwife, and she wanted to speak to me. He gave her the heads up on my hypnosis so she would know how to speak to me ( never say pain!). She asked about the irregularity of my waves and if I was ready to come to the birthing Inn. I remember telling her that we were an hour and twenty min drive away and that I didn’t want to make the trip just to be sent home! She assured me that there were hotels close by if needed.

 

I got out of the tub about 4:30am. Even though I was timing my waves ( most of the time), time really seemed to fly by. Every 20 min truly seemed like 5. It was incredible! Something else that really amazed me was how much Tony helped relieve the intensity of my waves. When I would hang on him through a wave, it was really less intense!!

 

By 5:00am we were pulling out of the driveway. I was listening to my deepening CD ( I listened to this the most through my birthing time). I had been worried about losing my focus during the drive to the birthing inn, so I told myself that the car was acting like a cradle, rocking me peacefully. This really worked because the last part of the drive I was sleeping between my waves!

 

I would wake up during the wave and then fall right back to sleep! When we arrived at the hospital, at 6:30am, my doula was wonderful to tell everyone in our path that I was using hypnosis. All of the staff was extremely respectful and supportive! The only mental pressure I felt at this point was that they wouldn’t keep me. I remember talking to the baby and encouraging another wave so the staff would see that I really was in labor ( I am sure I didn’t appear to be).

 

My midwife checked me and I was 8 cm and 100% effaced! At 8:30 the shift changed so the new midwife on call wanted to check me. Tony explained to her that I didn’t want to know of my progress. Tony explained why she wanted to check and asked if it was ok. She proceeded and what a good thing that Tony told her not to tell me because I was still at 8 cm. Had I known this I am sure I would have been disappointed.

 

While she was examining me, my water broke. I had rocked on my birthing ball some and after a trip to the bathroom I wanted to go back to this position. When I sat down I felt a lot of pressure and exclaimed that I needed to push! This was at about 10:00 am.

 

I leaned over the bed for a while then I sat on the bed. I was pushing but not too hard. I felt like I was doing what my body was telling me to do. After some time I went back to leaning over the bed. The nurse whispered in my ear that she knew it was important to me that Tony help deliver the baby and that in the position I was in, there was only room for the midwife. She told me crawl up onto the bed. They raised the back of the bed perpendicular to the floor and I held onto that while on my knees. At this point I really started pushing. I was ready to get my baby out.

 

Five pushes for the head and one for each shoulder and baby corinne slid out onto the bed. She was born at 11:09am. About 5 min after she was born she latched right on and nursed for over an hour!

 

My Hypnobabies birth was an incredible experience. My cue words and especially Tony placing his hand on my forehead during a wave really helped! I was actually shocked at what a difference it made.

 

The only thing I would have done differently was instead of listening to “pushing baby out” out loud in the room, I would have listened to it on my ipod with my earbuds. I think having Kari’s voice in my head for hours and then switching to the cd player, it caused me to feel a little disconnected from the script. Other than that I can say that I had a perfect birth experience.

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She talks about her birth using Hypnobabies and how it worked for her.

Hypnosis, Pleasure and Pain – My Story

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I loved finding these blog  posts about a Hypnobabies Birth

One from Dad’s Point of View

One from Mom’s Point of View

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Moira’s birth story

I had period-like cramps at night for a few days, so I knew it was close, but at the same time I had gotten used to feeling them.  After spending a week or so telling my husband that most women’s waters don’t break until well into the birthing time, mine broke!  It wasn’t a huge amount, but enough that I had to wear a pad and change it every hour.  I called out doula to let her know and she told me to try and get as much rest as possible.
I made a playlist of Easy First Stage,  Deepening , and Birthing Day Affirmations  and went to bed.  Around 2am I was having trouble sleeping through waves that were about 15 minutes apart.  By 6am my husband was timing them at 3-4 minutes apart.  I remember looking at him and saying “but they aren’t that long” and he smiled and said “if you say so”.  He called our midwife’s office and when she returned his call she encouraged us to have the doula come to our house.  (She was concerned that the broken water would put me on the clock at the hospital. . . and I sounded so calm.)  I took a shower and then laid of the couch for a few minutes and slept between waves.  At one point, I just sat up and said “we have to go”.  DH called the doula and told her to meet us at the hospital instead!
I have to say earlier on I kept trying to turn my light switch off during pressure waves.  At this point I was so uncomfortable staying still that I went to center and rocked mostly on the back of DH’s swivel office chair of all things!  I HATED sitting on the birthing ball that used almost everyday!
The car ride took a lot of concentration, but it literally felt like a 5 minute ride.  (It’s about 30 minutes.)
When we got to the hospital, we went through the same stupid stuff everyone complains about.  The stupid questions!  Hospital policy requires that moms are hooked up to monitors for at least 20 minutes before they can go to a room.  I’m a person who normally can’t sit still, so this was like torture!  Another nurse came in and asked me more questions that I had already answered.  I literally ignored her during waves and answered her when I felt like it.  (Although both DH and the doula were there and they could’ve easily answered the stupid questions! grrr)  I did learn at this point that 1) my midwife was the one there from her practice and 2) the birth center (reserved for natural births) was open and ready!  YEAH!

My midwife came down and checked me and seemed surprised and wanted me to get to the room.  (I didn’t hear her then, but I was 8cms!)  As soon as they released me from the monitors, I insisted on going to the bathroom AND walking- though they wouldn’t let me take the stairs!  As soon as I got into the room I got in the tub.  Another reason I love my midwife- moms aren’t allowed in the tub if they’ve broken waters!  Hehe!  I spent a good amount of time in that tub!  I started to feel sick, so I got out, sat on the toilet, and the birthing stool.

I felt very pushy, but didn’t really know what to do.  My midwife and doula talked to me about pushing and how I could do it.  I listened to them, because I couldn’t really find a rhythm that worked for me.  But I felt like it was on my terms.  I was also listening to Pushing Baby Out out loud and everyone loved it!  I couldn’t find a comfortable position, so they suggested that my husband sit on the bed behind me.   I think this really ended up making the experience for both of us!

While she was crowing, my midwife said “you might feel stretching and burning.”   I looked at her and said “Oh, I didn’t feel it until you said that!”

After getting a rhythm for pushing the midwife asked if I wanted to feel her head!  I reached down and remember thinking she had less hair than I thought she would!  I pushed for a bit longer and the MW explained that when her head got to a certain point, I would have to slow down so she could check for the cord.  Within a few pushes, the nurse couldn’t get her heartbeat (she was so low!) and the MW told me that I had to get her out soon.  The whole thing about slowing down totally went out of my mind and I pushed her out in one big push!  The cord was around her neck, but the midwife got if off and put her right on my chest and she immediately wanted to eat!  My husband was crying and telling me what an amazing job I did.  It was one of the best moments of my life!

Pediatricians examined her in the room and the MW told me that she had been posterior, presented her forehead and had her hand by her head!  She couldn’t believe it!  She said she thought that she must have repositioned herself because I wasn’t showing signs of back labor

***BOP***  I ended up with a pretty nasty tear and she needed to consult with an OB to repair it.  He wanted to give me an epidural for the repair, but the MW said, “She has a really high pain tolerance!”  And told me to put my headphones back on!  I had to be transferred to a regular labor room which made me even more thankful the center had been open.  (It was the size of a closet!)  They put me in stirrups and used a local anesthesia. ***end BOP***

Looking back I have no idea how I laid there and literally joked with the OB about the fact that I wanted to get a pedicure before the baby was born and apologizing about my chipped nail polish!  I had the Deepening track on with one headphone in, in center and my husband was holding Moria in a chair next to me.  The funniest thing was that the OB had come into the birth center and saw me on the queen sized bed before he requested the regular bed with stirrups.  (He was an older guy; I can’t blame him for not wanting to lay on the bed while stitching!)  While he was working he asked my midwife, “How do you deliver like that?”   She laughed and said “everyone’s in the bed and everyone is comfortable.”  I love it!

ANYONE who is having doubts, seriously Hypnobabies helped me so much!  Up until a few days before, I was still unsure.  I did a fear release about pain and if I’d be able to handle it.  Here’s the thing, there wasn’t any!  I’ve heard about how terrible back labor can be, and I didn’t feel anything that I couldn’t handle.  Everyone was talking about my pain tolerance and how I was smiling at them.  I’m a serious wimp when it comes to the dentist, so I don’t think that I have a particularly high pain tolerance.  I just kept thinking about holding little Moira and made it happen.  What an empowering experience!

A final note about husbands. . . mine was amazing.  I couldn’t take it seriously when he read scripts to me, so we never did that.  He learned the cues and used them perfectly!  I remember him touching my arm and saying “relax” and instantly relaxing, not realizing I had been tense.  I don’t even know if he ever listened to the Birth partner CD.

Michaela

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A bit of back story first. I struggled with infertility for three years before conceiving a baby. The cause of the infertility was hypothyroidism, which I began treatment for five months before conception. Unfortunately my hypothyroidism was not well managed during my pregnancy, and I miscarried at 9 weeks. I then had another miscarriage at 5 weeks right after that. The main lesson these experiences taught me was to not simply trust doctors. After doing hundreds of hours of my own research, I started my own treatment program of diet, exercise, and thyroid treatment, supported by a naturopathic thyroid doctor. Five months later I conceived.

Though the pregnancy by all indications was progressing perfectly, I nonetheless was experiencing a great amount of fear. The miscarriages had been really hard on me and my husband, and it was all I could do to keep myself in a state of mind that was best for me and my growing baby. A friend of mine had mentioned hypnosis for childbirth (Hypnobirthing), and since I knew I wanted a natural childbirth I went online and found the Hypnobabies program. I started the program at 22 weeks, and it really helped calm my fears and teach me to really relax. I loved my daily training sessions! I started sleeping better (I had had major sleeping problems ever since my first pregnancy) and learned techniques to deal with my (often irrational) fears.

At 10 am, 40w4d, my water broke. My whole pregnancy I had been terrified of being induced, and as the day went on and no signs of labour appeared I began to think I would not be having the natural childbirth I wanted (I had an OB/GYN and was planning a hospital birth). I had been listening to birthing day affirmations and ‘baby come out’ for about a week already, and that day I listened to ‘easy first stage’ as well. I talked to my doula, who is also a labour and delivery nurse and first time hypno-doula, and we decided to wait it out until the next morning and then reassess. I ate some spicy food and went to bed.

At 10 am the following day, still no sign of labour! I called my doula, who suggested that I call this wonderful midwife with a home-birth practice that we had happened to meet the previous week. I called the midwife, who was full of advice and gentle encouragement, and she said she had never had a problem with infection in women who did not give birth within 24 hours of their water breaking. I called my doula who had done more research, and she also thought that waiting it out would not pose too great a risk. It seemed that the key was avoiding germy hospitals and constant cervical checks! We also agreed to lie to the hospital about when my water had broken so that I wouldn’t be treated as high risk (I justified this to myself in part by the fact that in England, women can go to 72 hours before being induced!). Since I was willing to lie by 24 hours but not by 48, I wanted to get things started. At 12:30 pm that afternoon I tried castor oil. I went to bed and listened to ‘easy first stage’ to wait it out.

By 3 pm I was having major diarrhea. By 3:30 I was having pressure waves and thinking “this might be it!”, but still in major doubt about whether my birthing time was actually starting. The diarrhea was very unpleasant; the pressure waves felt like practice waves + menstrual cramps. I decided to call my doula to give her a heads up, and she decided to come over. By the time she got to my house, around 4:30, it was pretty clear that this was in fact it! I put on “easy first stage” and mostly used my ball. In the next hour or so it also became clear that I was experiencing a lot of pressure in my back. I was really only comfortable in hands and knees and on my birthing ball. My husband and doula took turns putting counter pressure on my back. It took a great deal of concentration to get through each wave, since I was not mentally prepared for the back pain (the baby had been anterior since 29 weeks and I had done a great deal the whole pregnancy to ensure proper positioning, but he must have turned posterior just as it started to descend). By 6:30 pressure waves were coming about 3 minutes apart and lasting around a minute. I think it was 7:30 when we decided to head to the hospital, since I had become fixated on getting in the tub.

In the car, I used the off position to great effect, since I had 3 pressure waves on the 5 minute drive. In the parking lot I and on the way in I used my ball. By this point I had my iPod on playing hypnobabies tracks. A nurse was asking me questions, and when she asked how I envisioned my labour and delivery experience, I said, “I just want to be left alone.” After the nurses had read my birthing plan, they indeed did leave me alone (which was perfect)! I spent about 2.5 hours in triage, and when they checked me I was 4-5 cm dilated. In triage I insisted on my ball, even for the monitoring, since the back pain/pressure was so intense. The one time I swore was when I tried to lie down for a while! Though I was able to use my hypnosis just fine to have my cervix checked. By this point my arms and legs were getting pretty tired, but I just had to be in forward leaning positions. I was using centre switch but longed get into a fully supported position and switch off for a while. My wonderful husband and doula continually applied counter pressure and used the ‘relax’ cues. My doula started to suggest positions that would help move the baby out of posterior position, but I was too uncomfortable to use them.

Around 11:00 we finally got to my birthing room. The nurse promptly started in on the drug spiel, and she was referred to my birth plan. When she came back she had adjusted her attitude and was great from then on (I hardly remember her being there in fact). I got in the tub and hated it! I sat on my birthing ball in the tub and my husband used the shower to spray water on my back. I was still in control as long as my wonderful, amazing birth partners were both there with me, but I was beginning to think that I just wanted a break. I had expected the pattern to be pressure wave, then break, but instead it was pressure wave with intense back pressure, then intense back pressure. About midnight I got out of the tub and laid on the bed for a bit to rest. I then remember standing by the bed and telling my doula that I didn’t think I could do this. She immediately went to get the nurse to put my saline lock in, since she expected that I was in transition (my doctor had insisted on one, and we prolonged it as long as possible). The nurse checked me and in fact I was 9 cm, and feeling pushy, though I knew I couldn’t yet push. I remembered (I think from Alexander Technique for childbirth) that panting helped to keep one from pushing, so I immediately switched to ‘hee hee ha ha’ breathing during waves. I did this for at least half an hour, but it felt like just a few minutes. Then the doctor was there and saying I was complete and could push!!!

At first I used the ‘aahhh’ breathing technique to move the baby down. Other than the constant back pressure, pushing felt great! I vocalized with grunts and sometimes my ‘ahhh’s would turn into lion’s roars. Then my doctor suggested that I hold my breath in while pushing, because she thought it might be more effective. Since she physically checked a few times to see how I was moving the baby with each push, I thought I would try it, though in principle I was against “purple pushing”. The nice thing was that it was still very “mother directed”, since no one told me when to start or stop. Occasionally the doctor would ask if I had one more push in me, which I found encouraging, since I usually wanted to push once more anyways. I had been pushing for about 2 hours when I all of a sudden felt a real loss of energy. Though I had been physically very tired for a while (especially my arms and legs), this was different. I said so and the doctor suggested that I rest during the next wave of pushing. I did that as much as possible, and was able to go back to exerting myself with the next urge to push to my fullest capacity. I tried to ignore the gigantic clock they stupidly put right at the foot of the bed. At this point my husband was holding my leg (I was side-lying) and then my hand (the nurse took over my leg), and my doula was lightly rubbing my back. I watched the whole thing in the mirror which was so encouraging! I saw my doctor stretching my perineum with each push, and my baby’s hair, and I could see exactly what I was doing with each push. I kept thinking “see how much ROOM there is that the doctor is making?” When the baby crowned I indeed did feel ONLY stretching! Amazing! The most vivid thing was the feeling of bulk as the baby sat completely in my birth canal and with his head crowned at the opening. A few pushes later, 12 hours after my first pressure wave, he was out, and I heard “it’s a boy!” He had turned in the birth canal to anterior. It took a few seconds to work out how to get him onto me, since he had a very short cord. It felt like an eternity, though my husband says it was only a few seconds, and I started to cry out “let me see him!” I then let out four years of pent-up emotions with a few sobs when they put my beautiful baby boy on me.

We let the cord pulse out, and then my husband cut it. When they moved him up from my lower abdomen to my chest, I spoke to him and he lifted his head and looked straight at me, and then did the same when my husband spoke! By far, the greatest thing about having a natural childbirth in my view is having an alert baby who is totally him- or her-self from the very beginning. He was a whopping, shocking 9 lbs. 8 oz. (my husband and I are not big people!), and 21 inches. He was in great health all through birthing and after (though he had a bit of quick breathing for about 12 hours after birth). I nursed him for an hour and felt great—like I could get up and walk home! The two nurses that had attended our early morning birth were raving about how well I did, as did all the nurses I saw (they had heard about my hypnosis) during my 36 hour hospital stay. I did tear and needed stitches.

While I didn’t end up with the pain-free childbirth I had been preparing for, without the hypnosis I definitely would have been climbing the walls! Instead, I was able to keep in control the whole time, maintain my demeanor, get through what was necessary (car ride, medical procedures), and not be tempted into using drugs. I was also able to really fight the urge to tense up during waves, and just relax into them as much as possible. One of the most useful techniques my first-time hypno-doula used was reminding me to relax my face. I think this really helped shorten my birthing time. Pushing felt great (other than the constant back pressure and very distracting hemorrhoids) and so did crowning! I really can’t remember what the pressure waves even felt like, since the constant back pressure was all consuming. My only experience of pain was the back pain. Looking back, the only thing I would have changed would have been my mental preparation for and early first stage physical management of my back labour. The “change of plans” script would have helped me I think. Also, though I had not been envisioning a middle of the night birth, I really ended up liking the peace and quiet. I did end up with the maximum 12 hour labour I had imagined!

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My beautiful, mellow Hypnobaby, Quinn, was born at 1:54 am on July 9th – her due date – after about 26 hours of labor and 5 hrs after my water broke. Although Quinn was my first birth baby, we also have a 19-month-old son, Josten (now 20 months), who my partner carried. So it was an interesting experience – being pregnant and going through birth after experiencing it all with my partner just a year and a half ago.

At just around midnight on July 8, I was awoken by pressure waves, which, after I started timing them, were about 6-7 minutes apart and about a minute long. I couldn’t sleep through them so I got up to try and sleep sitting on the birthing ball, leaning over pillows on the bed. While I was up, the waves pretty much went away, but once I was on the ball they came back. Not comfortable there, I decided to try lying down again, but to no avail. All this time I was listening to ‘fear release’, ‘easy first stage’, and ‘birthing day affirmations’. Finally, I got up, went to the kitchen, ate a snack, and starting thinking, with excitement, about my birthing day, which I knew was near at hand. After awhile, I realized that the waves had all but disappeared, but knew that if I tried to lie down again they’d return. I then went into my son’s room and managed to sleep between waves on the glider, for about 2 hrs.

At about 6:30 am I called the Birth Center where I was planning to deliver, and spoke to the midwife on call, who said it could be today, it could be next week! I knew, though, in the back of my mind, that it would be happening sooner than later. After another hour of sleeping between waves back in bed, my family got up and my partner, Haidee, asked if I thought she should stay home from work. I thought not, since my sister was going to be over that day anyway to help out, so she went off to work, I called in to work to say I wouldn’t be there, and an hour or so later my sister arrived. The day was spent mainly as usual, taking care of my son with my sister’s help, peppered by bouts of regular waves followed by periods of none.

During a short walk I started experiencing intense hip pain (all of my hypnosis work did not seem to touch the hip pain, since I hadn’t really gotten the idea of directing my anesthesia to anywhere but the areas that I was thinking would be affected by PWs and birth!). I decided that it might be a good idea to get a chiropractic adjustment that afternoon, if possible, hopefully to fix the hip problem, but also just to get into prime shape for the potentially long hours ahead. After my adjustment, my hip was no better, but my outlook remained very positive, and in fact I continued to feel as I had all day – excited and ready to give birth to my baby.

I had asked Haidee to come home early, since my sister had to leave for work, and once we were all home together again she called her mom to come over and help with Josten so that she could be attentive to me and get dinner made. My PWs continued to be off and on regular and then irregular, and I was able to take a bath for about 1/2 an hour, listening to my ‘birthing day affirmations’ CD.

During dinner (pasta and lots of veggies for strength and energy), they became a bit more regular. Whenever my son was near me when a PW came, and I would stop in my tracks and say “peace” over and over until it was passed, he  whispered “pssss” right along with me. He was very attentive and sweet with me, ready, in his own way, for his little sister to arrive. After dinner I went back to the bedroom and spent about an hour on the birthing ball as my PWs became regular – about 5 minutes apart and 1 minute long. At about 8:45 or so the PWs got closer together, and at  about 9:15 my water broke as I squatted through a wave. I told Haidee, and it was definitely time to go to the Birth Center, but it took awhile to get out the door (packing up the rest of what I wanted to bring, etc). We finally set out on the 20 minute drive to the Birth Center at about 10:00.

The ride in was actually quite comfortable for me, I just rode the waves and Haidee timed them on her phone’s  stopwatch. They were now 3 minutes apart and lasting 1 minute each. I called the midwife and my parents, and texted with my sister on the way there, between PWs, and everyone was on their way (my parents were driving up from NJ and figured they’d arrive around 1 am).

Upon our arrival at the Birth Center, the wonderful midwife on duty that evening, Jill, greeted us warmly at the door and led us upstairs to the biggest of the three birthing rooms, since I was the only one laboring there so far that
night. She decided to check me before starting the IV antibiotics (I had tested GBS positive), and found me to be a very stretchy 7cm dilated. I wasn’t at all surprised – the whole experience was pretty much just as I had envisioned it to
be so far!

During the 1/2 hour it took to administer the antibiotics, my sister arrived. Haidee was applying pressure to my hips during my waves in the chair during this time, and my sister spelled her for a wave or two. It felt nice to have the pressure there, but I didn’t find it absolutely necessary, and was able to focus and breathe and chant Peace, Relax, Release as the PWs continued. Never once did I feel any sense of fear, nor did I experience pain, except in my right hip, but even that was perfectly bearable. I let Jill know that I’d like to get into the tub as soon as possible, so she started filling it, and by the time the IV was done it was ready for me to get into.

Being in the water felt wonderful. I continued listening to my Hypnobabies tracks, and soon Haidee joined me in the tub. My sister played photographer, and another midwife, Laurie, joined Jill because there was a chance that another birthing mom might be arriving before I gave birth. No one else did arrive during my time in the BC, so I had both wonderful midwives by my side the entire time, mostly being quiet and letting me do my thing, pouring warm water over my belly, and occasionally making suggestions for positioning my legs and body in the tub for optimum comfort.

After about 20 minutes in the tub, my body started feeling pushy, and I just went with it, checking with Jill, who was completely confident in my body’s ability to know when to push. As I pushed through the next bunch of waves I found myself getting more and more vocal and loud, chanting/groaning OPEN, OPEN, OPEN and Release, while Haidee whispered “Relax” into my ear.

We switched to the Pushing Baby Out CD and even though I don’t remember actually listening to it, I know that the soothing, familiar voice added to the already supportive and comforting energy that surrounded me. Although I don’t think I ever actually fully relaxed through any of my PWs, and definitely not during my pushing waves, I was able to completely relax between waves, and for the hour and 20 minutes that I pushed, I fell asleep between nearly every wave. There were times when I completely forgot that anyone but Haidee was in the room with me, since it was
so silent.

My parents arrived at about 1:20 am and added their supportive energy to the room. Finally, my pushing waves became more frequent and each one lasted long enough for me to really start feeling like I was participating again. The
midwives encouraged me to focus my energy into my core, shift my body so that I was grabbing my own legs and grunting low and gutteral sounds as I pushed, and this helped enormously in helping me move the baby under my pelvis and out.
There were quite a number of PWs that felt to me like they should lead to the head crowning, and I started to get a bit antsy for it all to be over – not because I was in pain at all, but mainly because I was very tired and just ready to meet this baby! Apparently the midwives felt the same way, although no one gave me any indication that there was anything out of the ordinary going on. The baby’s heartbeat was steady and strong each time they used the doppler on me, so there was no concern, but it was just taking longer than they’d anticipated to get the head to crown and stay put. Finally it did, and Jill encouraged me to feel the full head of hair poking out between my legs. Everyone was marveling at the long hair floating in the water! Another push or two later, and the rest was very fast – her head came out, giving me a wonderful sense of relief and joy, and then I pushed again and felt her whole body just unfolding out of me.

She was immediately on my chest; silent, calm, and as pink as could be (with Apgar scores of 9 and 10)! We all just stayed there for a while, marveling at what had just happened and looking at Quinn. It turned out that her hand had been next to her head as she emerged, and that was likely the cause of my hip pain and the longer time it took to move her out.

The cord stopped pulsing, Haidee cut it, and then it was time for me to get out of the tub to birth the placenta. I was about halfway between the tub and the bed (maybe a 12 foot distance) when I felt a mild contraction, and a second later out plopped the placenta, right onto the floor! That was apparently a first for both midwives and after I was helped the rest of the way to the bed, as the mess was cleaned up, we all joked about the crime scene of blood spattered walls that would have to explained to the cleaning staff.

I firmly believe that my ability to not just endure this birth without any pain edications or medical interventions, but to actually thrill in it (I clearly remember saying, after a few particularly intense PWs, “this is AMAZING!”), is due to my preparation using Hypnobabies, prenatal yoga, and by reading a lot of positive birth stories and childbirth research. In learning how fear and stress can affect a woman during pregnancy and birth, and about the idea that the experience of pain in (normal, uncomplicated) childbirth is a cultural construct born out of fear- and pathology-based western medicine, I was able to let go of that fear. In re-programming my brain, through self-hypnosis, to understand the experience as intense pressure, and as a positive, beautiful and exciting thing with a definite beginning, middle and end (even if the timing is unknowable), I was able to have exactly the (virtually) pain free birth that I was hoping for, and that I knew I could have.

-Jen (proud and happy mama who still marvels at the fact that this incredible child was formed in and emerged from my own body!)

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It’s incredible how much a woman has to fight to be in control of a child’s birth, to have a voice, to separate normal from abnormal, truth from standard medical practice, and most of all to diminish the fear that is the enemy of childbirth and trust her body.  This is the story of how Olivia, my first child, was born:

I had a wonderful and enjoyable pregnancy. But the weeks leading up to her “due date” were considerably tense. I’d planned to relax at home and be in peace and enjoy some last days of just me and my husband. My doctors (I chose to maintain dual care though would be attended by a homebirth midwife with a separate practice)were alarmed, knowing they weren’t in control, and insisted that I come in up to 3 times per week for monitoring and testing (my blood pressure had been elevated my entire pregnancy, which can be a symptom of pre-eclampsia, which should be taken very seriously. However, this wasn’t the case for me, I had a higher baseline.) . The stress was unreal (probably doing much more damage to my blood pressure), as although both myself and the baby repeatedly proved to be doing excellently, the doctors pressured me to induce as a “precautionary measure”. I knew this would be a dangerous thing to do for her and for me, and the slippery slope that would follow.

I started feeling the pressure to get things in motion, knowing that the messages from the doctors would intensify as I went past my due date (May 29th).

On Friday, the day before her due date, we decided it was time to start coaxing her out and after going through some of the natural ways to get labor started(wink), when I went to bed that night my Braxton-hicks contractions (painless practice contractions) became very regular and were accompanied by an ache in my lower back. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep that night, as every10-15 minutes the waves of pressure returned.

I’d listened to my Hypnobabies tracks but only fell asleep to them and never managed to stay on schedule. It was still incredibly effective for me, particularly the “peace” and “release” cues as well as the constant affirmations. I learned that fear and tightening and adrenaline are the actual causes of pain, that your mind can be in complete control of how everything plays out.

And it was true. Saturday morning came and the contractions (still felt nothing in my uterus only at times very uncomfortable– lower back pain) spaced out. I started panicking realizing that I wasn’t even in labor yet and worried that when it did really start that I would have the dreaded back labor and lose control.  I knew my baby was left occiput posterior so the contractions in my lower back confused me. Every time I let my mind go there, my body would tighten and the pain would come alive and take over.  But then I chose to release. To just shut down and let myself float on the waves with my breathing.

Saturday night came and again there was no sleep. Same thing, now only 8 minutes apart. “Release” I commanded myself, and let every muscle of my body shut down and ride the wave. It was no picnic, but it passed.

Sunday we walked to church, and I smiled and chatted in between contractions (which slowed during the day) as friends commented “Hey, weren’t you due yesterday!”  During the service, my husband Kevin hit the timer on his stop-watch each time I signaled a contraction.

Sunday night came, as much as I dreaded the evenings, and for a third night, no sleep. I couldn’t believe how long I’d had this “pre-labor” and how much I had to concentrate to stay deeply relaxed through contractions. Plus hello, I was tired. In the corners of my mind I feared what real labor would be like and if I would really be able to handle it like I’d been telling myself all these months. I’d had some “bloody show” and so I knew I was at least effacing but my midwife told me it could still be days or a week away. In those moments of fear and anxiety I actually felt intense pain through my body. At one point I was jerking on the bed through a contraction, wishing everything would stop. Kevin encouraged me to believe and utilize the tools that I had used to prepare. It took a hot shower with water spraying down my back and major mind coaching to bring me back to a controlled state and I calmly went to bed with my Hypnobabies tracks playing on my ipod, knowing I would only rest for 10 minutes at a time.

But by Monday morning I was worried and tense. I had a doctor’s appointment the following day with more testing and monitoring and I knew that it would mess with my head and with the process. I still hadn’t gone into labor and was confused as to what was happening to my body. I was having these contractions, which I assumed were “Braxton-Hicks”, since they were painless in my uterus, but was having back pressure (I’d learned to disassociate the word pain as much as possible from the process) that was requiring me to go limp and loose to relieve.

On Monday around mid-day Kevin and I went for a walk around the block, that took us about 45 minutes. The same contractions came closer together to about 6minutes apart and several times we’d stop and I’d turn into a deadweight and hang on Kevin with my eyes closed as people walked by perplexed and scared (ha, I think I scared the little boys at the lemonade stand on the corner). It was the only way I could make them not hurt, but just feel the pressure intensify and escape, by shutting down and mentally saying “release”.

When we got home, I finally called my mom. Up until now, I hadn’t told anyone what was happening because frankly, I was fed up with everyone asking if I was in labor yet (there is something about being near the end that makes you want to hibernate). I’d also always planned to have a private birth with only Kevin and my midwives present. Suddenly I wanted my mom there, and arranged for my aunt to come and give me acupuncture to accelerate the labor process.

Well it did! When my aunt Gilda came several hours later, she found me in a chair with my body slumped on the table. I’d put a finger in the air whenever I felt a contraction coming, and that was everyone’s cue to pretty much shut-up J. Otherwise they wouldn’t have even known I was having one. After the acupuncture session, they started coming ever 3½ minutes. We figured we should call Joni, our midwife.

I still didn’t know that I had been in “labor” this whole time.  Even when we called the midwife, I was worried that we were bringing her over for no reason, and that I would be no more than 1 cm dilated. Kevin started filling the birth tub just in case, since it would take quite a bit of time to fill (and later I found out that when we ran out of hot water, they were boiling pots of it at a time to get it in there!).

By the time my midwife came and listened to the baby it had to be around 9 pm. I was doing what I’d been doing the whole time, shutting down with each contraction and staying calm by relinquishing control. What a mind game! Well imagine my surprise, when she said to me, “Angie, you are nine centimeters dilated.” What?! I did all of that already (well, I mean technically it had been 3 days but I thought it was fake labor!!!)?! I think I remember croaking in response, “Holy crap that’s so awesome.”  I really wanted to shout in elation and jump up and down but figured it probably wasn’t the best idea.

That moment gave me so much confidence. I was really doing it! I’d been doing it all along without really realizing it. Still, although I’d believed I’d been in pre-labor these past 3 days, I was constantly replaying these affirmations in my head:

Release.
My body knows exactly how to birth my baby.
Open.
I am safe and my baby is safe no matter how much power flows through me.
Peace.
I deserve an easy and comfortable childbirth
.”

Shortly after, I got into tub and it felt amazing. Actually, my contraction slowed down, and I had quite a bit of a break, wondering if I’d reversed things. I was literally just chillin out in there waiting for something to happen. The apartment was quiet and dimly lit only with candles. My mom rubbed my shoulders with lavender essential oils and prayed over me, and in between listening to the baby on the Doppler, my midwife offered me vitamin water through a straw.  I kind of felt like a queen. Kevin came into the tub with me and put counter pressure on my back and supported my body. Temple Passmore’s (hypnomom) sung version of Psalm 23 was playing on repeat in the background. I felt so loved and supported, and knew I was bringing Olivia into the world in the most gentle and peaceful way.

Eventually I recognized that squatting would bring on the involuntary pressure I needed to push and bring my baby out. We actually put a little stool for me to sit on in the tub. And so I just let it happen slowly and with time. Every so often a contraction would come and I just let my body do the work for me and stretch slowly. It was so interesting. I could feel everything happening, and could work and stretch my muscles purposefully, and yet if felt so different than I imagined it would. I wasn’t in pain, but at the end apparently was roaring like a lion (ness) with the intensity flowing out through me (I later learned that my neighbors from the house next door could hear the whole thing. Awesome.). My water broke in the tub 10minutes before she was born. At one point I felt a tightness and dull burn and knew she was crowning. Joni, my midwife, asked me to reach down and feel and there was Olivia’s soft and very full head of hair starting to emerge. Oh my God, so much hair! I remember exclaiming, “Oh you beautiful girl!” I got to a point where I just pushed with all my might (and apparently, voice) and suddenly heard Joni say, “Kevin and Angie, reach down and meet your baby!” For some reason I was shocked and confused that she was out! And all in the same push! She came flying out with her hand on her face.  It was 11:19 pm.

There aren’t even words to describe the bliss and elation and wonder and miracle of picking up your newborn baby and meeting her for the first time. It will never, ever get old. She had her eyes wide open and stared for a split second before spitting up water and then belting out the screams that she is now famous for. It was out of this world.

We all moved me over to the couch, baby in arms and cord still attached, so that I could deliver the placenta. The cord was kind of short so I couldn’t really bring Olivia up higher than my belly. Kevin cut the cord after it had stopped pulsing. It seemed like the most normal thing in the world that I would be on my couch delivering my placenta. Ha, I bet it will make visitors think twice before sitting down to watch TV.

Joni examined Olivia while she was on me, and eventually weighed her at 7 lbs 5ounces and 19.5 inches tall. She was healthy and perfect. I felt on top of the world. (I had only a tiny tear that didn’t even require stitches and healed on its own by two weeks). Kevin whipped up some pancakes and scrambled eggs and fed me while all this was going on (I’d worked up quite an appetite.) Afterward, I went to shower, the grandparents came inside to gush over the baby. Our midwives stayed until the wee hours of the morning, and left the three of us tucked into bed.

I really believe had I not been so anxious about what was going to happen, and especially about the pressure from my doctors, the process would’ve been much shorter. In spite of it all, it turned out to be exactly the beautiful birth that I wanted. I can’t imagine doing it any other way. I’m so glad that I decided to go the Hypnobabies route, even if I didn’t follow it to a tee. You can call it hypnosis, or deep relaxation or whatever you want, but whatever it is IT WORKS. And I will for sure be doing this again!

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I’ve been meaning to write in and tell you about my successful use of the Hypnobabies Home Study course to prepare for my first birth in the summer of 2007. The techniques were so successful that I delivered my son breech at home with a smile on my face the whole time.

Here’s my story:

Around 7 PM the night before my actual due date, I started having early “waves.” We tried to sleep, though I couldn’t, and then around 2 AM, we called the midwife to say that we thought things were moving along. The midwife told us to call her when the pain became “too much to handle” or the time between contractions very short.

So while my husband got things ready, I lay in a bed and did my focused relaxation; it felt mostly like I was having short spurts of menstruation cramps every so often. It was really manageable.

We finally called in the midwife around 5 AM, and when she checked me, I was already 8 cm dilated! I hadn’t realized it, but it seemed I’d been in “active labor” for hours. She quickly got the tub ready, as I had planned to at least labor in a tub to help with the pain I assumed I’d have. But there wasn’t really any pain and things were going so quickly and smoothly that there seemed no need for the tub.

We listened to a harp music CD and my husband used the “peace” cue with a hand on my shoulder whenever I felt a wave. I became aware and was told afterward that I was smiling (yes, smiling) the whole time! I just kept thinking, birth is natural and wonderful, and I couldn’t wait to see my baby. It’s hard to describe the blissful scene in our bedroom that early morning. We had candles around, soft music playing, and my husband and I held onto each other with so much love. It was so peaceful and moving, nothing at all like those horrible scenes one sees in the movies.

At 5:40 AM, my body just started to push naturally. It was amazing just to leave everything up to my body and to feel the push taking over. I pictured my baby moving lower and lower with every surge. Between pushes at some point, the midwifes told my husband the surprising news that my son was breech, presenting bottom first. He decided that it would be best not to tell me, as things were going so well, and he thought it would scare me. He was right.

I continued to push believing everything was fine. “Are those the shoulders coming out?” I’d ask. They kept reassuring me that things were going great and to keep doing what I was doing. Although I’d been laboring on my side for almost the whole time, I decided to get on my knees in hopes of having gravity work for me. I held onto my husband for support.

At the last moment, the midwives said that I would need to put everything I had into the next push. I felt a very intense stretching that was as close to pain as I’d gotten but still quite manageable and out came my son at 7 AM, after only about an hour of pushing.

He took a minute to revive fully but after a puff of room air and a spray of Bach’s rescue remedy, he was alert and wide-eyed. I delivered the placenta with ease 20 minutes later, with my beautiful baby boy in my arms and still attached via the umbilical chord.

I can’t say the next weeks were easy, but the birth itself could not have been more fluid. My husband and I still get teary eyed when we think back to that peaceful, incredible day. And my midwives, who had attended hundreds and hundreds of natural childbirths but had never taken part in a Hypnobabies birth, were stunned. It was, they concurred, one of the most beautiful births they had ever witnessed.

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