Who taught it: hypnotherapist/CB educator
Was it advertised as reducing pain or pain free? same as PP
Did it work "as advertised"? No, but it was fine--see birth story, below
What was the "brand name"? same as PP
How did it compare to any non-hypno births you've had, if any? see birth story
General story of the experience?
(I copied this story from teh thread that the PP linked for you)
I’d had a really disappointing labor with my first baby (induction, long labor, lots of interventions) and never really got over it. We decided to give HB a try, and it really did work for me. I still had fears up until I went into labor and had lingering doubts that I’d be able to do it the way I wanted. Still, all the practice and reading MUST have kicked in somehow, because I had a perfect birth experience that I can honestly say did not involve pain. Intensity, oh yes, but never pain. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t experienced it myself, but it happened! I am the biggest wimp you’d ever want to meet, and was still in the back of my mind expecting to end up at the hospital with all manner of pain killer, but . . .
My due date (March 3) came and went with no sign of labor. As much as I tried to remain positive, I thought I was headed down the induction road again. On March 4, I decided to give up worrying—what would happen would happen and I couldn’t do a whole lot about it. I was feeling a lot of pressure down low, but had been all during the last trimester.
That evening, the baby was moving a lot, constantly, actually, and much more strongly than I’d felt recently. At bedtime, 9-10 p.m., I noticed the pressure was still there, but didn’t really think a thing about it. In retrospect, I now believe I was in early labor, but it didn’t register with me because I was expecting it to feel more painful.
I awoke a little after 3 a.m. on March 5. The pressure had intensified, but I had no thought whatsoever that this was IT—that labor had started. In my mild state of confusion (or just plain tiredness), I sent DH downstairs to sleep on the couch, as I likened my situation to having a stomachache and thought I’d be disturbing him. I drifted in and out of sleep and by 3:30, I came to the conclusion that I needed to get into a warm tub. By about 3:45, I banged on the floor for DH to come up. I still maintained that I was not in labor—I was having waves of intense pressure, but only low—not at all in my back or abdomen as I had anticipated.
Anything rhythmic (chanting, singing, waving) during the contractions helped me get through them. This is the part that is hard to explain: so long as I “sounded out”, I got through them just fine. I wasn’t really hurting, just feeling like I was in an altered state—my body had taken control from me and I was just along for the ride. It was all a little bit surreal. At about 5 a.m., he called The Birth Center. They called back and forth a few times, and decided we’d better come in. I was starting to feel a little surer that this was, indeed, labor. I wasn’t fearful, but very serious and, I don’t know how else to describe it, but very focused in on what was happening to my body.
I remember thinking that if I were to lie down on the bed, I could push the baby out right there. I was annoyed that I had to get in the car and go somewhere else. I got in the car at about 6:15, and everything seemed much better, I felt OK sitting up. There was a lot of traffic and I started to get a little nervous as I recognized the urge to push. I had fleeting thoughts that the baby would come in the car. I remember looking at the guy in the lane next to us, thinking “if he only knew . . .”. Contractions were coming about every 2 minutes. We pulled into The Birth Center at about 6:45, and I was so relieved. I got in the door and had a contraction right away. MW said I was 9 cm and I was so glad. My water broke right away, and I realized that I hadn’t even thought about it until that point. I felt a lot of relief after it broke—the pressure was far less.
I got into the room and onto the bed and again felt the urge to push pretty much right away. I remember feeling so good between contractions—completely normal and clear-headed. The midwives were all encouraging me and just let me do my thing. When I lost focus, they redirected me and guided me back. I NEVER once remember thinking “I wish I had drugs” or “ wish I was at the hospital”. I was just going along with it all. I do remember saying, “I want it out!” but not in a panicked way, just that my body was ready! I eventually got up at the head of the bed, turned on my back, and immediately felt the baby was coming. After not even 20 minutes of pushing, I gave one more push and out came the head—a few more and my huge baby boy was born at 7:28 a.m.—not even 4-1/2 hours from when I felt that very first twinge!
The best part of the whole story was that I got to hold Denny right away! Denny was on me instantly and I loved it. I was completely ecstatic. It was only after I delivered that I realized that we’d done it all without tubes, needles, monitors, or drugs of any kind—not even a Tylenol, and that it was 100 times easier than my epidural birth with Colin! It was so amazing, and I was more proud of myself than I’d ever been in my whole life. I thought about all the people in the past 9 months who thought I was crazy and that I wouldn’t be able to do it. I couldn’t wait to tell them all about it! At that minute, I wanted to have a million babies. I understood what it was all about in a way that I never did with Colin’s birth—as joyous as that was for me, too. This birth was everything I could have hoped for.
I was so high that I didn’t “come down” for days—kept reliving it over and over in my mind.
While I didn’t resemble the silent ladies in the HB films, I can definitely see where the course helped me—letting go and letting my body take over. The story about the woman who gave birth while in a coma really impacted me. Your body KNOWS what to do. Now, maybe HB isn’t for everyone, but it sure worked for me—I needed the structure of a class and teacher. The concepts were all new to me and I needed to hear others speak them.
Other advice: Stay away from the birth shows on TLC and Discovery—don’t let other people poison your mind with birth horror stories. Only listen to positive ones!
Good luck. If you have any questions, I’d be happy to help,