December 2009 will mark the 3 year anniversary of what I consider the greatest discovery I could have possibly hoped for. I had recently discovered that my baby girl was on her way, and in a desperate attempt to have this baby I had shoved all concerns of miscarriage to the back of my mind and was focusing solely on my body and ensuring a healthy pregnancy. For those who don’t know me very well if at all, your probably wondering why that was my only concern. The fact was that this was my third attempt at a successful pregnancy, and I couldn’t bear the thought of losing yet another baby. I was ready and more than willing to do whatever it took to have a happy healthy baby. It was the first time in my life that I took a vitamin religiously every single morning with a big cup of milk and two fried egg sandwiches with mustard! I immediately subscribed for every parenting magazine out there, and got myself to a doctor once a month to ensure my baby was growing at the proper pace. I started eating all things organic, and walked as much as possible (it wasn’t hard considering my job was waiting tables at the time!). I had my doctors cell phone on speed dial and was very confident that this baby was special and she was going to make it.
One afternoon I was relaxing, reading a pile of parenting magazines and contemplating when my husband and I should sign up for birthing classes. I had checked out the hospital we had chosen and they had several types of birthing classes, all designed for whatever type of birth you chose. I hadn’t completely decided, but basically I knew that I wanted the perfect birth. Basically I couldn’t imagine myself in the position so many women describe screaming profanities at the father and begging for pain relief.
In what seemed to be divine intervention, I looked down at an article I had just flipped to and started reading about a woman that had used HypnoBirthing has her preferred method of birth. Curiosity struck hard as I pondered how one could give birth while under hypnosis, so I read on. The woman referred to a book she swore by, HypnoBirthing: A Celebration of Life written by Marie F. Mongan. She also talked about the classes she and her husband attended to prepare them for what lied ahead. Her story inspired me because when she talked about the birth of their child it sounded exactly like what I had envisioned. I was beyond thrilled! I immediately starting cruising the internet looking for any information I could get on HypnoBirthing classes in the Denver metro area. I quickly found a list of certified hypnobirthing instructors in Denver, and proceeded to email them with questions such as when their next class was starting, when should I start taking classes, and most importantly, how much would it cost. I found an amazing young woman by the name of Liza Aslor who quickly sent me information on her upcoming classes, how much they were, and what the cost included. I responded back quickly and we arranged a payment plan so that we could take full advantage of the class.
Immediately I knew that I had made an amazing decision. Towards the end of my pregnancy Elizabeth had decided that she wanted to come a little too early. Without the use of medication I simply employed the tools I had learned through my hypnobirthing class and convinced my baby girl that she wasn’t quite done baking! When the time finally came, I repeatedly followed the relaxation techniques I had learned and practiced. Unfortunately my body and Elizabeth had other ideas and twenty hours into my labor, my doctor presented me with the option of a ceasearan section because of an increased heart rate from my darling daughter. I immediately agreed, because my only goal was to have a happy healthy baby. I was whisked away to the operating room where my daughter was quickly birthed in a safe and effective method.
While my husband was furious with my decision because in his eyes we had wasted all that money on classes that did not provide us with the birth we had planned for I was very satisfied that my baby was here and healthy. I quickly accepted the fact that life rarely goes as we plan, and as long as we receive the result we were aiming for it doesn’t matter what methods we use to obtain them. My hypnobirthing instructor quickly assured me that I had made the right decision for me and my baby and even asked if I was pleased with the way things had turned out. I absolutely was pleased because I felt that even though the setting wasn’t exactly how I pictured it, I knew that my daughter was born into this world in a calm manner and that she would be just as happy as if I had given birth to her in a dim lighted room with soft music playing in the background.