The beautiful birth of India

The beautiful birth of India

My labour started on Remembrance Sunday at 7am. I had woken up and felt that my waters had probably broken. My first birth has started in exactly the same way. I was planning a home birth and so as my waters seemed clear we just went about the morning as normally as possible. My son was 3 at the time so we played and I rested just trying to relax into each surge that I could feel. By lunchtime my surges were requiring some focus and concentration so at this point my son went to his nanny’s so that I could start to use my Hypnobirthing breathing and visualisation techniques. From this point, in what was my active labour to the part where I transitioned, it’s hard to recall. I remember my doula arriving and placing a very welcomed fist in the small of my back. I remember laying on my side for the whole time. Other than that I just remember breathing! Fully, filling my lungs. I knew without any doubt that I was helping the process. I had total confidence that what I was doing was making a difference. I was aware that my hands and feet were relaxed and limp and I just had no room for any other thoughts other than my breathing technique and the pictures in my mind. And then I heard myself saying quite forcefully, “it’s not working!” People around me in the room rightly so reassured and comforted and reminded me that it was and of course this was the transition stage of my labour. That moment is vivid in my memory but short and soon I was climbing in the pool for a much needed time to again relax and settle into my next breathing technique.
For me this second stage of labour was an incredible mix of calmness but total awareness. I was able to feel what to do and when to do it. My body gave me everything I needed. It felt powerful and natural and very satisfying. My daughter india was born at 5.30 in the pool. My Midwife,Maria, helped me lift her up and as I write this my eyes are filling with tears. I loved that moment so much. That sense of appreciation of having done it! Of how awesome my body was! And of her, my little India.

So for me hypnobirthing was EVERYTHING. It gave me back my most important tool which was my body. During my first birth, my body had not been able to get on and ‘do’ because my pesky mind had totally interfered and got right in the way! This time I understood it. I still ‘felt’. Labour surges can be so powerful and at times felt like they were taking me over but powerful doesn’t equal pain. Strong doesn’t equal frightening. Hard work? Yes absolutely but it’s a precious reward at the end right?! So I don’t think I’d want it any other way.

Karen