Celia and her Hypnobirthing classes made my son's birth the most empowering experience of my life. We took private classes with her in my home, and she was accommodating, clear, and inspiring. I looked forward to my classes each week with her.
Then, my birth...
The day before our baby shower and half a week before my induction due to health reasons -- my water unexpectedly broke at home. It was game time.
My husband and I had a lot of time to kill at the hospital, so we went all out in transforming the hospital room into a cozy birthing space. We put up twinkle lights, whipped out my diffuser with geranium essential oil (to help with contractions), set up a Bluetooth speaker with some jazz and bossa nova, and scattered battery-powered candles throughout the room. I put on my two-in-one eye mask and headset combo for when things would get intense and I needed to go inward, and then I nestled against my giant U-shaped birthing pillow.
You see, throughout the pregnancy, I had been studying up on something called Hypnobirthing, a method that Celia teaches. Hypnobirthing sounds kind of weird. When you think of hypnosis, you think of the movie "Get Out" or events where people end up acting ridiculous on stage due to a hypnotist's suggestions. But Hypnobirthing is a concept that aims to reduce fear, pain, and anxiety during childbirth. It involves learning calm breathing techniques, deep relaxation, guided mediation, visualization, positive suggestions, and affirmations.
One of the things they emphasize in Hypnobirthing is that to have an optimal experience, you need to give birth or labor in an environment that feels safe, soothing, and dark. Ideally, you need to prepare your space, your mind, and your birth partner.
Eventually, the contractions -- called surges in Hypnobirthing -- began due to an oral medication called misoprostol. Every woman feels surges differently, but mine radiated from my upper thighs and lower abdomen. I had to breathe through each one, reminding myself that each sensation was only temporary and that each one would bring me closer to my baby.
During this entire experience, the nurses were tracking my contractions through the bedside monitor. After midnight, they finally brought in the doctor to check my cervix.
"She's 6 centimeters dilated," the doctor shared.
Me, confused about the implications, "What? Am I in labor? Active labor? Is there anything I should do?"
"Girl, when I was 6 centimeters with my daughter, I was screaming my head off," the nurse shared laughingly, "You just keep doing what you're doing."
I could deal with this.
So I breathed through it, relaxed my limbs during surges, zapped myself with a pain-relieving TENS machine, clung to my husband, and listened to my affirmations over and over again. Some people say that they blacked out during their labor experience, but strangely enough, in between the pain, I felt perfectly coherent. I remember everything -- and would have conversations between contractions. I also experimented with different positions: swaying with my hands around my husband's shoulders, bouncing on a birthing ball, and more.
A doctor came in, checked me, said I was nearly there at 9 cm. I went on all fours, bracing my hands on the incline of the hospital bed, but then the nurses told me the baby didn't like it and was showing signs of fetal distress when I'd go into that position. Eventually, I settled into a kneeling side lunge, a position I specifically learned from my classes with Celia. (In fact, she said that she tried it one of her labors, but it didn't quite feel right for her. It was perfect for me!)
When the doctor finally checked me again, I was at 10 cm and ready. She insisted on putting me on my back, but I wailed at her that I needed gravity. In between my surges, I could hear her lecture me on why she didn't feel comfortable dealing with me in that position. I ignored her and started pushing.
Again, I was strangely hyper-aware of what was going on. I remember being upset about missing my chance each time a surge happened and the baby hadn't come out yet in spite of my pushing. I had to "breathe the baby down," as they say in Hypnobirthing. In my kneeling side lunge, my arms were draped around my husband's neck (I was probably choking him, the poor guy) and I could feel the nurses and doctor hovering around me. I think I only pushed for three or so cycles, and then my baby was born, right into the arms of a surprised nurse.
All in all, my active labor was 5-7 hours long and I spent 10-20 minutes pushing. They later told me that it was rather short compared to a typical birth, especially for a first child.
Though Celia was not my doula for the birth (we opted to just have my husband and I present), I think she was crucial for my positive birth story.
Thank you so much, Celia! read more