You can visit Lexi’s blog and read about her daughter Lauren’s Birth.
An inspirational VBAC story!
Zoe’s EDD was September 19th, but her older siblings were both “early.” I just KNEW she’d be born around 37-38 weeks and had already been off work for 2 weeks. I was growing more frustrated by the day since I set my expectations so early and OB was pressuring an induction. But the baby knew EXACTLY what to do!
On Saturday, September 20th, I started having the first pressure waves about 1:00 pm after thinking all morning, “She’s never coming out!” (talk about impatient!) The waves were not steady, and I had negative thoughts about this not being the birthing time because I’d had pressure waves off and on for the past 2 weeks that never created a pattern and then fizzled out. My parents had taken our other kids out of town that morning to let me “have some rest,” so this allowed me to relax and clean the house. I kept moving in hopes the PWs would pick up in intensity and frequency.
At about 2:30p.m., I called my close friends and mom and told them I was having PWs, but they weren’t intense and were about 5 minutes apart. I told myself that if they picked up, I’d bake brownies for the nurses at 4:00, and we’d go to the hospital at 7:00. I called Andi, our hypno-doula to give her a heads-up but still didn’t think this was “it.”
They continued to progress, but I was not uncomfortable at all. I didn’t even use the finger-drop technique until around 4:45 when some PWs were still 4 minutes apart, but a couple were only 1 minute apart. I welcomed each wave and still wanted them to come on stronger to convince myself I might see our baby soon. I made the brownies, and by the time they were finished, I decided I wanted to go ahead and go to the hospital so I could listen to my CDs and chill out without having to drive in the middle of trying to listen to my scripts. Our doula met us at the hospital because I told her I felt like I just needed to get there and get settled in. I was still somewhat nervous that the hospital would send me back home, but our doula assured me that if they did, that would be the best thing for me. We got to the hospital at 6:00 pm.
I changed into a gown and turned in our pre-registration. The nurses were very nice and allowed me to stop talking when necessary; I used the finger-drop technique several times during the check-in; DH and Andi were able to answer some questions. Our doula was awesome! She reminded me to “breathe in peace; breathe out tension” which helped immensely (I dealt with a lot of fear from my 1st birth throughout this pregnancy). Still thinking I would be sent back home, the nurse checked me and reported I was at a 6 with a bulging bag of waters! I was so happy I got emotional and realized I knew I could do this naturally! The nurse also asked me to rate my p**n level on a scale of 1-10. Between PWs, it was a “1” and during, I rated it a “6,”–totally bearable.
DH went out to the car to bring in our things. While he was gone, I had about 3 very intense PWs and couldn’t get comfortable. I made a quiet vocalization through two of those and worried he would get scared if he heard me vocalizing. I told Andi I felt nauseated, and she got me a trash can. DH walked back in the room, and I told him, “Don’t be scared, but I’m about to make some noise now. I’m okay though.” At that point, a leaned off the side of the bed, felt a huge pressure, and moaned loudly while holding the side-rail of the bed. The bag of waters busted (it sounded like a water balloon!). Andi said, “That was a push!” She tried to find the call button, and DH just ran into the hall to get a nurse. I immediately had another strong urge to push; I did, and her head was out! Andi, the nurse, and DH asked if I could get back on the bed (I was still hanging over the trashcan–it was all so fast!) and asked if I could push again–oh yeah–pushing felt great! Her body came out on that push, and she immediately started crying. I was in shock that she was already out and that the “labor” was over! We were all laughing and in complete amazement (especially DH and myself; our other daughter’s birth took 50 hours!).
I did have some tearing along my previous scar from my two former medicated births (I didn’t even feel this as it happened). The doctor arrived about 20 minutes later to do the stitches (and I did get Lidocaine local anesthesia for this). The baby had already been nursing that 20 minutes, and she continued nursing for almost 2 hours! No one took her from me to weigh her or anything until about 9:00 p.m.
She weighs 7 pounds, 14 ounces
20.75 inches long
We were allowed to leave the hospital the next evening and are enjoying our Babymoon now.
I have to reiterate how awesome the Hypnobabies program is. There were times I doubted it would work for me during the birthing time, but I recognized how well I had been sleeping during this pregnancy and how well it helped me with generalized anxiety and other fears about life in general. I thought it was worth it if those were the only things I got out of it.
We took a live course with our hypno-doula, but I didn’t do the practices perfectly, and I fell asleep EVERY time I listened to a CD. I really doubted I could have a p**n-free delivery, but it actually was (I did feel pressure, but it actually felt somewhat good to push through it)! This birth was very healing for me and DH, and I feel so extra blessed not only with our healthy baby but with the privilege of getting to bring her into this world in a natural, peaceful, empowered way.
I do have pictures on my blog. It is the unedited/non hypnobabies
version of my story and even longer! In fact I had to post it in two
parts. I actually had a photographer there and have over 250 pictures
but as you can imagine not all are suitable for posting on the web!
Here is our blog:
Part 2 (with photos)
On June 17th, a Wednesday, I felt homey. The sky was gray in the afternoon and I took that as an excuse not to go to my yoga class. This was unusual, as I really enjoyed my yoga classes, but I felt a little fatigued. I went to bed, to rest, and started reading a new book: Una piccola bestia ferita, by Margherita Oggero. I knew this was going to be a pleasant book, a lighthearted mystery.
At around 4.30 pm I went to the bathroom and lost my mucous plug. I had wondered what this was going to be like, as my sister never realized when she lost hers for my two nephews. Well, it was unmistakable for me. It was like dropping an egg white in the toilet.
I immediately called Stephan, my husband, to the bathroom, and we took a good look at it. We were both very excited, even though we had read it could be weeks before birthing time. Still we were one step further. His parents called a few minutes after, and were told the news, and I e-mailed my mom, just to keep her up to date on progress. Then Stephan had the idea of brewing me some RRL tea, which was very relaxing to drink. I did the Deepening script, with lavender aromatherapy. It was the best hypnosis session I ever did! I felt great afterwards and with some mild cramping. I thought the cramping was from the RRL tea, so I was very relaxed and I practiced my off switch here and there.
At this point I started thinking that maybe birthing time could be closer than we expected, we could not be sure it would take another week. And the cramping continued, still mild. So I decided that for dinner I wanted to have a huge pasta dish, spaghetti alla carbonara. This is the good pre-races carbo loading tradition. If it worked well for rowing it would work well for delivery too. I felt I needed to be prepared. Stephan didn’t think we were at all near the big day, but helped me cook the pasta, as I still had cramping and was practicing the off switch. I ate dinner with gusto and we went upstairs to watch a movie, Sleuth. Interestingly weird movie. But I didn’t get to see the end of it until a few days later. Because as we were watching it the cramping got more intense and I needed Stephan to stop the movie to better do my off switch without missing what was going on.
Meanwhile we noticed that the belly was much lower, but that was supposedly normal with lightening. I was also peeing a lot and losing some liquid. But it wasn’t like water it was still a little thick in consistency. Stephan read on the internet it could take hours to loose the mucus plug completely, so we didn’t think it was my water breaking. We then tried to time the pressure waves, if that was what they were, but it was hard to do. I wasn’t able to distinguish a start and an end. It was a cramping truly like a wave. What I could determine was the peak of each wave. So Stephan timed the peaks and they were 3 minutes apart. Again we looked at each other and he thought it was not possible, since I was doing so well.
But I had a feeling the baby was soon to come, I thought maybe the following morning, like I had often envisioned in the birthing visualizations. We got to the point that we were stopping the movie so often it seemed silly to continue watching it. And the waves became more intense, so much so I could not sit still. This was initially shocking to me, as I had most of my confidence in my off switch. I thought it was pretty powerful, it worked with cramps in my legs, with needles, etc. I was not happy not to be able to use it during waves. But I had already figured out that the center switch was going to be important, to move around. And the last days I had being practicing it more, following some suggestions from the forum. So I went to center switch and instinctively went on all fours on my yoga mat and moved my hips in circles. This was bliss and helped so much in “riding” the waves. Meanwhile Stephan took a shower, shaved, packed all the pre-assembled items for the hospital bag (a huge travel bag on wheels really) and called a taxi. I had originally planned to take a relaxing bath and a shower before leaving for the hospital. But I didn’t feel like taking either. I thought it was funny that Stephan was all focused on showering, but in retrospect it was good he did, as he didn’t see a shower for the following two days, camping out at the hospital. When the taxi arrived I was circling my hips on my birthing ball. I got up and off we went with the huge bag in the trunk and the ball in the front seat. I was listening to the birthing day affirmations on my iPod at this point. I really liked them, not just affirmations like the pregnancy ones, more like guidelines. The taxi took off and Stephan immediately realized it was heading in the wrong direction, so he made it clear to the driver that we were going to Pennsylvania Hospital, not University of Penn Hospital. I guess the driver was a little nervous: I had four pressure waves during the 8 minute cab ride. I saw him running at least one red light (it was past midnight, so not much traffic anyway).
The driver left us at the emergency room hospital entrance. Stephan took the bag, I took my ball and off we went. The security guard didn’t quite understand I was in labor, but opened the door for us to get in. So I walked all the way: the first floor hallway, elevator, fourth floor hallway, to the PETU desk. I had four pressure waves on our way there. For each one I would put down my ball and sit on it, making circles with my hips. Also, as soon as I was inside the hospital I switched to the Easy First Stage track. I heard what I thought was an interference, like the iPod was breaking. I told Stephan and he said that was the background music in the hospital lobby. Just imagine… I was annoyed by it. I was totally in my bubble. The funniest wave was the one in the elevator: it wasn’t quite past when the doors opened, I kept circling on my ball. Stephan didn’t move, just waited. But as the doors were closing the wave was over, so I jumped off my ball, took it in my arms and squeezed through the doors at the last possible instant. At the reception desk Stephan dealt with everything, I was just saying whatever came to mind that he may forget, like “low intervention room” and repeating a couple of times.
They got me in the triage room and wanted to have me on a bed to monitor me. But I didn’t want to move from my ball, so they put the monitor on where I was. Soon a resident came for a check visit. I managed to climb on the bed, but stayed there on all fours. Now this visit was painful, and she didn’t know where to put her hands in this position. She said I was at 5 cm dilation. So they let me go to the bathroom, which I had wanted to do since getting there. In the bathroom I told Stephan I was a bit disappointed: the waves were now intense and if I was only at 5, then I didn’t have a clue on how to go on for who knows how many hours. And I felt like pushing. He told the nurse so and the resident was back for another check visit. I was now lying on the bed like they wanted me to, since I was a bit down and in between pressure waves. The visit from the front revealed that I was actually at 9, so they rushed me to the delivery room. This time I was on a wheelchair, but still holding on to my ball. I couldn’t see Stephan and was calling him and also saying “drink, drink” as I was very thirsty.
Since everything was so rushed they didn’t manage to put in the hep-lock, which I didn’t want but was hospital policy. I was very happy about this. In the delivery room Stephan put on the Pushing track on speakers. Now the difficult part began. I thought I knew how to push. I had even practiced the last month, while pooping, the exhale pushing and I thought I got it. Well I didn’t have a clue. Also I thought I wanted to squat, but that was a difficult position to hold (even though I had practiced this one also) and the nurses weren’t too comfortable with me on the floor. I really wanted to be on all fours on the bed but the midwife was not comfortable with this position either and they couldn’t monitor the baby’s heart beat. The belt was picking up my heart beat, so they asked Stephan for permission to put the internal sensor on the baby’s head, which we agreed to. Since I felt a little lost at this point and thought the baby would be out quickly, I wasn’t sure of what to do.
The midwife asked if she could direct me and I said yes, ending up on my back, doing the purple pushing. This also seemed to me not to work. The fact is I thought this phase was going to be fast and that I knew how to push. I had read the article Pushing for Primips by Gloria Lemay http://www.glorialemay.com/blog/?s=pushing+phase. But I had somehow forgotten about it, or I thought the “head being shaped by the canal” had already taken place. I should have memorized this article, not simply read it! So I was really frustrated I couldn’t push the baby out, especially since I am an athlete and am used to controlling my muscles. All I kept thinking was that my face was going to explode and that I could feel my eyes popping out. The nurses kept telling me to push against the pain, but I didn’t feel any localized pain to push against. The waves here were very intense and I could do only 3 pushes per wave, and they felt rushed. In between waves I would calm myself, go back to center switch or off, rest and either apologize to the nurses for my screaming like a mad woman or complaining to my husband that I didn’t know how to push and I felt like a failure. But he was very reassuring and the Peace and Relax cues with hand on the shoulder worked wonderfully all the way, also while pushing. Finally Stephan saw the head. He asked me if I wanted to touch it, but at that moment I didn’t feel like it, it was more about my overcoming this moment than thinking about the baby.
When I did feel the head right “there” the midwife said: “With the next contraction you can push the baby out”. But I remembered about pushing without a wave from the program and I also felt that the head couldn’t possibly stay where it was as I was super stretched. So I replied no, that I could now feel the “ring” and the baby and I would push him out. And I did in 4 pushes, that I could control very well. I took as much time as I needed in between, as I didn’t have to fit them into a pressure wave. It was very satisfying to feel back in control of my body’s reactions. And it was amazing to feel the baby come out, very gently, not all at once, and a bit slippery and warm. Instantly it was about the baby again, not about me, and with a great sense of achievement, rather than relief. I had my eyes closed and opened them only when I felt the baby on my belly. First thing I saw was his head from the top: a head full of hair. I touched it and it was so soft and silky. And I caressed him.
I don’t remember what I said, I was just in awe at this little red being that I thought I didn’t know, but really I did. And it was incredible I loved him, right then and there, without knowing where this love came from, it was just there all at once, all of a sudden. Or so it felt like that. Stephan was very moved and caressed him and then held him too. He cut the cord. We had about an hour to bond and try a first attempt at latching. Then baby went for bath, etc and Stephan went with him. I was alone for some time and couldn’t believe how everything went, as I was sipping my Gatorade in the darkened room. The pushing was 1 hour and a half, active labor overall was about 4 hours. My perineum didn’t tear, the midwife had been massaging it (Stephan had done a good job with the massage too in the prior weeks. Not too often, but to a good point); I only got one internal stitch in the vagina, where there was a small cut and the midwife wanted to be sure it wasn’t going to bother me later. After a little while I got up and went to the bathroom by myself without a problem, not walking too fast, but certainly much better than I had imagined. We kept the baby with us from the first night, he was born at 2.36 am. Given the time difference with Italy I could call my mom pretty soon and tell her the baby was here: she couldn’t believe it! After all the phone calls by noon my husband and I went to the breastfeeding class. We were the only parents who had had a baby that night to be there.
It was an awesome birth and much of it I owe to Hypnobabies. If there was a video of my birthing time at the hospital it would probably not be as inspiring as the videos I had watched, so peaceful (I guess the peaceful part was at home). However I feel hypnosis worked for me all the way. I was very focused and confident. With the exception of the frustration with the pushing I enjoyed the experience for what it was and while I cannot say it was comfortable, it wasn’t painful either. It sure was fast! The sensation was intense and stretchy. I was also screaming but it somehow went with the expression of the moment, it wasn’t out of sheer pain. I wonder if taking the Hypnobabies class with an instructor would have made me understand the pushing phase better. If I had to do it again, I feel I still wouldn’t know how to push without the sensation of where to push. But I would be less impatient with myself, giving the whole process the time it takes. Of course I was also lucky not to have any complications. But I did everything that was under my control: I used the tool I had chosen to believe in, I was as well informed as possible and last but not least I was in excellent shape, having worked out throughout the pregnancy (I rowed in a quad with my wonderful team mates up to 31 weeks; after I stopped I did pre-natal yoga). I now recommend Hypnobabies to all women who wish to have a natural birth. And this forum was an excellent source of information, support and inspiration. Thanks to all of you.
I found out I was pregnant with Cooper, Son #3! I didn’t want to have a replay of Jack and Riley’s birth and ended up at a free standing Birth Center. The pregnancy was full of apprehension at first with me on Progesterone so I wouldn’t miscarry. I had terrible morning sickness, but otherwise, it was an uneventful pregnancy. My Midwife suggested I take Fish Oil, which wasn’t suggested to me with my other two births. At 39 weeks 5 days, I went into labor with Cooper. It started with the Midwife stripping my membranes and later that afternoon, my labor was off and running. I was feeling really good for being in birthing time and this time, I used techniques from the HypnoBabies home study course. This course was much more comprehensive than HypnoBirthing IMO. I kept track of my pressure waves on the computer, but didn’t even really feel like labor other than a few squeezes here and there. At 6p we packed our bags and dropped the boys off at their friends house for the night. We made it to the birth center around 8p and my contractions stopped! As usual. Rich ran to get me a sandwich and after he got back, and I ate, I started feeling something. Around 9p, pressure waves started up again with gusto and I felt great through them up until about 7cm. My Midwife checked me and told me my cervix was swelling because I felt the incredible need to push, but I shouldn’t because I’m not totally dilated. I was so upset. I thought my cervix was going to burst and I couldn’t stop needing to push. I couldn’t breathe through them and felt so defeated. She got this worried look on her face and that worried me. Then she asked if I wanted to go to the hospital and I said yes because I thought I was going to explode or die or something. The EMT’s get there and the one guy was such a jerk. I got really annoyed with him and wanted to kick him (honestly, I can’t remember now what he said, but I remember my anger!) and that is where Rich said the cervix dilated. I thought it was the bumpy ride to the hospital, but anyway…I’m in the hallway and I thought that I must have a hemorrhoid about to burst because something was coming out of my bottom and I was totally freaked out. It wasn’t a hemorrhoid. It was Cooper’s head crowning. I got into the hospital room when I realized that I had in fact dilated and I was pushing a baby out at that moment. The nurses were so busy and thankfully my Midwife caught him just in time. The Doctor wasn’t even in the room yet. So a 5 1/2 hour labor with a crazy ambulance ride and there I was in a crappy hospital yet again. This was very close to my ideal birth (no meds, no tears, no interventions except for the membrane stripping,) but not quite.
Cooper was 11 months old when I found out I was pregnant again.
Anyway, I was so apprehensive of giving birth again. It just seemed too tedious to even think about. Part of me wanted a C-section and knocked out to just get the labor over with. Part of me still wanted to try for my ideal birth. I had lost confidence in myself along the way. My friend talked me into a homebirth. She made so much sense to me that day and I decided to just go for it and not analyze it anymore.
I met a few Midwives and settled on one that seemed to fit. She had almost 20 years experience and her Birthday was the same as Coopers, so it felt serendipitous as Jack (my oldest Son) would say. The pregnancy was so beyond uneventful. Very little morning sickness, in fact, I didn’t even notice the pregnancy much until the end. This baby was a week late!
On the 27th of August, I woke up, nursed Cooper and felt a gush down below. Well, I didn’t really leak much the rest of the day, except maybe some bloody show and mucus. I walked, I ate, I napped, I nursed and my pressure waves never really got going. I had some really strong ones, but nothing that would keep up at the same level. My Midwife was so easy going and said that I wasn’t on a time limit. I just had to keep anything out of the Yoni and all was fine with her. She came over around 7p or so and hung out for several hours. My friend Michele came over too and we went on a walk. Around 10p, I was tired and my pressure waves all but disappeared. I felt so deflated and told everyone they can go home, false alarm. They all left around 11p or so and I went to bed wondering when this show would get on the road. The show got on the road around 1:30a when I woke up to a very sharp pressure wave that left me stinging and shivering. I ran to the shower to see if that would chill it out so I could get back to sleep and I had three more in succession. I knew this was it and called out to my husband who didn’t hear me. I then started calling him every bad name I could think of because he wouldn’t wake up! Finally, he heard me and rushed in and I told him to call the Midwife back.
Then the details got hazy on me. We went down to the main floor where I got my water and brought my pillows down and got ready for the Midwife to arrive. When she got there we greeted and laughed about the birthing time and I had several more pressure waves that caused me to really pause. I had on my HypnoBabies MP3 tracks and tried to relax and get into the groove. We went down into our finished basement because the pressure waves were pretty close together and I just wanted to be where I knew I would land. I held my husband a lot during the pressure waves and relaxed and gave in to the sensations. My verbal relaxation cue was the word “peace” but at some point the word wasn’t helping. I remembered that in the book, “Spiritual Midwifery” Ina May Gaskin, the worlds leading Midwife said that saying the word “love” completely relaxes the vaginal sphincter and opens you up. So I started a mantra “I love you, I love you, I love you…”to my Husband. It felt so good to say and to give to him during this process and at some point I started saying it to Gryffin. I told him how much I loved him and wanted to meet him. The contractions never did get too close together and I had some rest time between them the entire labor. My Midwife never checked my cervix for dilation and I just labored for awhile wondering if I was in active labor yet. Several hours later I asked my MW if I was in active labor and she laughed. At some point I asked to get in the tub and spent several hours in water. A few times I got out to shower for a change of scenery and to see if that would help feel better, but it honestly was so intense, there was no letting up. I just had to get through it. There was about 40 minutes of what must have been transition where I started shouting that I was done and that it could stop and I just wanted to escape the sensations. It’s incredibly powerful and overwhelming. Finally, there was what must have been a 5 minute lull and I crashed with my head back on the tub and napped. I woke up to a crazy popping sensation and it was then that I knew my water had officially and totally broke. It wasn’t too long before I started feeling the need to push, but it wasn’t overpowering. It was manageable. I got nervous and asked my MW to check me and she refused. She kept telling me that I was doing great and to trust myself. That was the best gift she could have given me. I started pushing, but he was so far up still. I wanted to see how much farther I had to go and felt for his head. I felt that he had hair and it was wet. I got so excited to know that he was coming. It took about 30 minutes of pushing to crowning. The last two births, I barely pushed when I was finally given the approval before they shot out of me. Gryffin was tough though. I was very tired pushing him out and every time I felt him slip back in, I would get so put out. I really wanted him out bad at this point. Once I pushed his head out, my MW had to help maneuver his shoulder and I felt his last kicks as he did his final descent. Immediately I felt like an empty, but very much relieved vessel. I was on all fours and had to step over his cord and grabbed him tight. I had just a skid mark, so no stitches for me again!
It was so empowering and amazing and magical and I was on such a high afterwards. Every woman has her story, whether it be adoption or labor or deciding not to have children and travel instead. My life has been full of exciting wonderful stories, but nothing feels as though it defines me like laboring with Gryffin.
Thanks Sheridan. I too was totally surprised at my own decision to have surgery rather then go thru the natural process of birth. I’m a real naturalist about things and get a little nuts when I feel I can’t work with the natural order of things. It was weird. No matter how much I wanted to make the decision to be induced it never felt right to me in the hour and a half I was making the decision. At the time I couldn’t have told you why, it just was what it was.Anyway, of course you can put it up on the Hypnobabies blog. I think people should know that the tools that they study will be there for them even if things don’t go as planned.-Michele
Miles Avery came in to the world on Monday July 6, 2009 at 9:57pm weighing 9lbs 4oz. and measured at 22 inches long! Big baby! But a real cutie!
Let me start out by saying that I studied Hypnobabies for 3 months prior to birth and fully prepared myself to have a natural childbirth. I believe if I ever have another child I will again prepare myself with Hypnobabies for a natural childbirth because Hypnobabies gave me the tools to deal with the process of having a c-section and made for a relatively calm birth amongst the craziness of the operating room. Doing Hypnobabies every night also made for a relaxing pregnancy and I believe had something to do with how incredibly calm my baby is.
On Monday July 6th I went to the hospital for a third fetal movement test. Since he was measuring big from the week before the Dr’s wondered if I had developed Gestational Diabetes so while there the nurse called to get the results of the GD test the week before. It turned out that I had developed it. From that point on I was told that the baby was coming out that day either by induction or by c-section. I was surprised that they actually were giving me the choice. Now I had not read up on c-section or inductions so I wasn’t prepared to make the decision. The only knowledge I had of either of the 2 choices was the info in the HB home study book as well as some support from people on the HB message bored when I asked which would be better. I thank everyone for their responses!
When my husband got the hospital, he and I debated for over an hour and half which method would be the better option. We asked the OB at the hospital and our OB what they both thought. I called my parents and a friend of mine who had recently had a c-section to ask her about the recovery process. After going back and forth between the 2 we decided that the c-section was the way to go. I do have to say that the OB at the hospital and my OB never pressured me either way. In fact at one point the OB who performed the procedure actually said to me, “Let’s just start with the induction.” Cause I was taking so long to decide! I guess she figured I was uncomfortable with getting a c-section. They both were supportive of either option as long as I was open to having the baby that day.
Once we decided and I got admitted, it was time for pre-op. The staff there and the OB let me have close to an hour to prepare myself by letting me get into my own self-hypnosis mode. Like I said I hadn’t prepared for a CS so I was a little unsure of how to use the method for that so I started out with the Deepening CD to make sure I was as relaxed as I could be. After that I put myself in hypnosis and turned on my center switch just in time to wheeled into the operating room. I turned myself off when getting the spinal block and back to center when I had the lie down and stayed there for a few moments while answering questions from the anesthesiologist. Feeling the spinal take effect was the worst part for me. There was a moment where I felt like couldn’t breathe. And the Dr had the nurses tilt the table a little bit to help me out which did help. Then came some nausea, which the anesthesiologist gave me some Zofran for. Then my head started to hurt and here is where HB really helped me out. I began using the “Peace” cue while the pain in my head came and went. The “Peace” cue kept me calm during a moment that I wanted to really panic.
After my head stopped hurting and the Dr. made sure that I could not feel anything. My husband was allowed in and I promptly turned myself off while husband rubbed my head and gave me the relax and release cues through the entire operation. I also was saying to myself the entire time, “Deeper and Deeper with ever exhalation”. I was completely relaxed and very aware of what people were saying and doing after I turned myself off. I never felt any pain during the surgery partly because of the drugs, but also because I was so relaxed. I remember the Dr and nurses telling me and commenting to my husband how calm I was and how good I was doing. I know that they are probably supposed to say that, but they all sounded genuinely impressed at how well I was handling everything.
Miles came out already crying and covered in meconium. This told me that I had made the right decision. He was just ready to come out. I remember the nurses all commenting on how big he was and that I had delivered the biggest baby of the day! LOL! I was able to see him after a few minutes of him getting weighed and some blood tests taken because of the GD. Turns out his sugar was not elevated at all. I must have just recently started to develop GD right at the end.
Miles is just a beautiful baby boy. So far in his week and a half old life I have only had one night where he was fussy, but most of the time he is so calm and able to settle right down when he does get fussy that I am calling him my Zen Baby!
I truly do not think I would have been able to be so calm through the operation had I not studied with Hypnobabies. It truly gave me the knowledge and the tools to make my decision and to remain calm and relaxed throughout the c-section.
I love stories where moms overcome great odds to have amazing births! So when I read this birth story of The Crafty Work at Home Momma I knew I had to share it!
She was planning a VBA2c (vaginal birth after 2 cesareans) and had found a supportive care provider and a supportive hospital, hired a doula and prepared with Hypnobabies. Well her doula was looking for typical benchmarks in determining how far along mom was (looking for discomfort, etc) and mom was much further along then she thought. When mom needed to push before leaving for the hospital, they realized they would never make it to the VBAC supportive hospital (30 minutes away) so they had to divert to the VBAC banned hospital.
Well, she managed to have an awesome un-medicated vaginal birth there! Horray for her!
Please go read her story, it is very inspirational!