This mom welcomed her daughter last month in comfort & joy after using the Hypnobabies Home Study course. Thanks to the Mocks for sharing their story with Hypnobabies Los Angeles.
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I am so happy to announce Paloma Louette Mock was born on the 29th
of
Jan. It was a beautiful, powerful, magical experience. As many of you
know, I spent the second half of my pregnancy exploring the idea that
pain did not have to be part of a woman’s birth experience. And as I
learned more about it, I decided to take the Hypnobabies home study
course. I spent time everyday for the last two-and-a-half months of my
pregnancy meditating, and listening to both the hypnosis and
affirmations CD’s. As my due date drew closer, I spent more and more
time preparing for her arrival mentally, physically, and spiritually.
Paloma’s due date came and passed. I was 41 weeks and 1 day. My
patience was dwindling. It was my third day of having contractions, but
they were so far apart (every 20 min) and very mild. I was able to
sleep through most of them during the night and carried on as though
everything was normal during the day.
As I grew more impatient, I called my midwife and asked her if I could
start taking Cohosh to try and get things going. She told me she was
down the street and would swing by to check my cervix and see where we
were. She arrived, checked my cervix, and told me she was going to
stay. She said I already was in labor. I laughed in disbelief, told her
I felt great and that I didn’t think I was in labor. Little did I know,
I would be holding my little Paloma less than 5 hours later.
My mother came over (she lives next door) along with my Aunt. We called
the birth team and celebrated, getting last minute things together. Jo,
my 3-year-old daughter, and I sang lullabies to the baby. I would pause
to breathe through my contractions comfortably. My birth team arrived,
and my home was filled with love and feminine wisdom. I was surrounded
by the women of my family. Those that I grew up with, and those that
raised me.
As things picked up, I drew inward during my contractions, still
comfortable, just more focused. Soon, I was ready to get into the birth
tub. Jo got into the tub with me and poured water over my back between
contractions, which grew more powerful, but still comfortable.
Soon I was in transition. I hit that wall so many women hit, and I
announced I was done. I was prepared to be pregnant forever, I just
wanted to stop. My body was tired. When I said this, the midwife asked,
“Are you done with the tub, or the whole show?” I told her I was done
with the whole show, as she put it. From my statement, the midwives and
my doula knew we were almost there. They got me out of the tub and into
my bed. I am so glad they did. All snuggled up, my contractions stopped
for a few minutes and I took a much needed nap.
I woke up refreshed, to the most powerful contractions. I labored on my
hands and knees. At one moment, I felt an energy rush from my body that
was so powerful, and so pure, I knew it was the energy of Mother
Goddess. I roared like a lion. And at that moment, I felt the soul
Paloma and I shared since her conception split into two, and I knew she
was ready to be born. There was still a lip left on one side of my
cervix, which the midwife pushed out of the way. This was the only
uncomfortable part of my birth. But still not painful. Her birth was
free of both pain and fear. And as soon as Paloma’s head was past the
lip, the birth actually felt wonderful from that moment on. Pushing was
so satisfying, and I couldn’t feel the contractions anymore. I only
knew I was having one because my body would start pushing by itself. In
fact, everything I did was involuntary at that point. I had surrendered
to the power of birth and it took over. As she was crowning, my
midwives and doula coached me through pushing her head out between
contractions, to protect my perineum. I let her shoulders turn, and the
rest of her body slipped out of me and the midwife put her on my chest.
There she stayed until the placenta was also delivered. My father came
in and cut her cord (he also cut Jo’s) and then she nursed.
A few hours later I found out that the moon was full. In fact, it was a
Wolf Moon, which is the brightest full moon of the year. That must have
been what she was waiting for. : ) The celebration continued through
the night. And, eventually we got a little shut eye. Paloma’s birth was
empowering, magical, peaceful. She came into this world at home, in our
family bed, surrounded by the people that love her. I am eternally
grateful for the experience.