In my quest to offer a glimpse into the births of other HypnoBirthing moms, I have decided to post several beautiful birthing stories, which I have received from other HypnoBirthing instructors. Note: These stories have not been edited, with the exception of names, which have been changed.
1. First, a birth story from the UK; a wonderful account of the many sensations of labor...
Like most pregnant women, during the last trimester of my pregnancy I'd nervously read as much as possible about the signs of labour. All the books told me about mucus shows experienced days and possibly weeks before active labour; about worsening Braxton Hicks;about waters breaking. Most of all about how, if you're not sure whether or not you're in labour, you're almost certainly not. After completing the Hypnobirthing course, you'd have thought I'd be more cautious about blindly believing everything the pregnancy books tell you.
The night before the birth at 36+5 weeks pregnant, my husband Dan and I had gone out for a meal with one of Dan's colleagues, to a trendy new restaurant in town where I'd had prawn and salmon salad and a couple of incidences of backache which I put down to the restaurant chairs. Nothing unusual or untoward was happening – certainly nothing to suggest a baby might be arriving soon.
After a lovely night out, Dan and I tucked ourselves up into bed with the "Parenting" relaxation track on the Hypnobirthing CD, and I fell into the comfortable sleep I always experience when I'm listening to any of those self-hypnosis scripts. I slept on, uninterrupted, until about 4.00 am when I was drowsily aware of some period-like cramps in my lower belly. Too drowsy to think about it, I shifted about for a while to try and get comfortable and drifted in and out of sleep. The drowsiness didn't last though; as the crampy feeling got more intense over the next half an hour, I became more and more convinced that I had an upset stomach which I immediately put down to the fact that I'd eaten dodgy seafood at therestaurant. I had a sudden, desperate urge to go to the loo (which fed my conviction that I'd had some kind of reaction to the food) and began a relentless, unvarying cycle of trying to find a comfortable position in bed, shifting about impatiently, getting up to go to the loo yet again, before returning to find some comfort in bed. I considered just shutting myself in the bathroom and having done with it, but I was longing to curl up in the warmth of bed as well. In any case, I tried hard not to wake Dan – he had to get up for work in a few hours anyway, and it was pointless interrupting him for nothing. Besides, judging by how he was last night, he'd be grumpy with a hangover.
At 6am, Dan finally responded to my restlessness and woke up. "My tummy feels really uncomfortable low down", I explained "and I keep needing the loo. I'm getting so frustrated with it – I wonder what's wrong". "It's probably just down to a bad prawn", he reasoned. Earlier, about an hour into this little episode, I'd briefly entertained the notion that I might be in labour but discounted it immediately, surmising that it was far too early (I was going to go on till at least 41 weeks), and anyway I'd had no show and no waters had broken. I was with Dan on this one - the damn restaurant hadgiven me a bad prawn.
Ten minutes later during yet another visit to the loo, I noticed there was a tiny bit of blood when I wiped. Now I was angry. "This stress of this stomach upset has made me bleed so it must be affecting the baby. I'm going to sue that bloody restaurant if anything happens" I vowed, and went to tell Dan what was going on.
"I think we ought to call someone and ask for advice", he said. "Bleeding can't be good. I'll find someone to call". I continued pacing back and forth, rubbing my tummy and listening to the one-way conversation on the phone:"…crampy pains low down…yes…well no she's not in a lot of pain at all, but she's obviously uncomfortable… not a lot of blood, just spotting, but we'd like to get it checked out…no, no contractions… no show or waters breaking, no…ok, we can be there in twenty minutes".
"Right, we have to go now, they want to look at you and see what's causing the bleeding", he said. Having something to do took my mind of the discomfort. "I'll just have a quick shower then".
Dan looked at me in disbelief then, while I showered, dashed round the house chucking stuff in an overnight bag in case I had to stay in. In a moment of blessed lucidity, he chucked the iPOD and earphones in while I faffed around trying to find some clothes that were comfortable enough.
In the car, things got more uncomfortable. Had I known what was happening I'd have lain on the back seat, but as it was I strapped myself into the front and regretted it for every bump we encountered on the road.
We arrived at the hospital and Dan dropped me off at the entrance. "I'll just park the car – go to Reception, they'reexpecting you". I didn't think to ask which Reception was expecting me. Instead of going to Delivery, I set off for the Fetal Assessment Unit. Luckily, Dan found me before I disappeared and steered me in the right direction. The midwife who checked me in led us to a spare delivery room where I could be examined. She was obviously overworked and in a hurry soI explained that I had some crampy pains and had to take my time. "Oh, I thought it was just bleeding. Ok, I'll tell the doctor".
A midwife came and sat with us, but explained that they were very short-staffed and she couldn't stay. She'd sent in a student midwife when one was free, and the doctor would be with us shortly. At this point I was in a world of my own. The room had a rocking chair so I sat and rocked myself gently back and forth, nodding drowsily to anything anyone said, not really caring. I decided that it was a good time to try some 20-20 breathing in practice for the birth in a couple of weeks' time. The breathing helped ease the crampiness, and I felt pleasantly dozy. Suddenly I felt sick. As I was throwing up in the sink, a midwife walked in. "Ah yes!" she said cheerfully, "that's a sure sign of labour!". I looked at her bemused, thinking "no, it's a sure sign of food poisoning", and went back to my chair to continue rocking sleepily.
A student midwife and her colleague arrived to tell me the doctor would be with me shortly, and asked me to describe how I was feeling. I tried to give some brief details, aided by Dan. I just couldn't be bothered to speak. Between us we relayed the message that I had an upset stomach with constant cramps low down like period pain, but that cramps didn't really come and go much so probably weren't contractions, and that I'd had a tiny bit of blood loss. "Ok", said the midwife, "well it could be that you're in the very early stages of labour, but we'll let the doctor see what the bleeding is about before we do anything else" "They're all insane", I thought. "They'll soon realise I've got food poisoning and send me home once they've sorted out the bleeding".
Although I have to admit that reality was slowly starting to dawn. Deep down I think the certainty was there - I know that if they'd tried to send me home I would have refused to move. At about 8am the doctor arrived and asked me to get onto the bed. My cramps had got worse, so I serenely held my hand up to signal "please wait", and continued to rock back and forth, breathing calmly. After asking me twice she started to get tetchy. "I can't examine you in the chair, you need to get on the bed", she snapped. "She understands" , said Dan, "but she's a bit uncomfortable so if you could just wait for it to pass".
The doctor huffed for a bit but waited. The cramp started to ease and I did as I'd been told. "Right, I'm just going to examine you with this", she said, waving a speculum in front of my face. "Uh huh", I mumbled. A few brief moments later, and with slight surprise in her voice, I heard her exclaim, "oh – umm – that's the head". There was a rapid movement around me as the two midwives darted to the end of the bed. "Where? Are you sure?" "Yes of course I'm sure. Look, that's hair" Some more fumbling ensued.
"Err, I'd say she was at least seven centimetres. Actually, make that eight". There was a sudden flurry of activity as people dashed in and out of the room bringing equipment, a cot, blankets. At least, that's what Dan tells me happened. I was still sort of dozing. The doctor, now more conciliatory, kindly asked me if I'd be more comfortable in thechair. I sat and rocked again. That chair was bliss. The midwives, now back in the room, were thoroughly disconcerted. "How on earth did you do that?" one asked. "How did you get to eight centimetres just by sitting there breathing?" I didn't answer. Again, I just couldn't be bothered. Dan mumbled something about Hypnobirthing and the midwife replied "ah ok. I'll just let you get on with things".
Oddly enough, as soon as the doctor had confirmed I was in labour, the cramps felt more intense. After all, I'd had stomach upsets plenty of times before, but I'd never been in labour. I was excited but nervous. This was it. Oh my god, I was having a baby. I lent on the bed and asked Dan to rub my back, while the midwife asked if I'd like gas and air. Overwhelmed, I nodded. I didn't feel that I needed pain relief, but now I knew I was in labour I wanted something there, just in case.
I knew that relaxation was the key. I'd been extremely successful so far – the Hypnobirthing was working – and I knew I just needed to maintain my relaxation. I asked Dan to plug me into the iPOD at the same time that the midwives were plugging me onto the monitor, and I switched to the Rainbow Relaxation. It had been sending me to sleep nightly for the past two months. Immediately I started to relax again. The rest of the labour is pretty much a blur. It's not that I'veforgotten it, it's that I just wasn't fully aware of what was going on around me. The time whizzed by – I'd glance at the clock every now and then thinking that five minutes had passed, to find that it was more like twenty-five. The "few minutes" I thought I'd spent leaning on the bed having my back rubbed by Dan later turned out to be three quarters of an hour. During that time the cramps became more intense then eased, on and off but with no rhythm and no discernable pattern. I remember feeling it mostly in my back, and thinking that if I could just get in a comfortable position, my backwould feel better. The wires on the monitors were impeding my movement, and I felt frustrated. In my birthplan I'd requested no continuous monitoring, but I was together enough to realise this was a slightly premature birth and that the rules might have to be different. Besides which, making the request would entail stringing a sentence together and I wasn't sure I wanted to. The midwives were buzzing round behind and underneath me with a torch. They were taking to Dan but with the iPOD on I couldn't make out what was being said and although I was curious, I didn't really care. He told me later that they were telling him a blue line had appeared on my lower back which indicated I'd reached 10centimetres. I was beginning to want to bear down. "Do you feel a little bit pushy?" asked the student midwife"A little" I mumbled.
"That's fine, just go with what your body tells you". I continued making teeny little pushes. Disconcerted, I took myfirst suck on the gas and air, partly to distract myself and help with the breathing, partly just to see what it was like. As pain relief it was useless and made no difference whatsoever to the way I felt, but that was ok. I wasn't really in much pain; it was just intense and uncomfortable. I kept hold of the tube anyway. For some reason I found it's presence comforting. Eventually the spasms in my back became more uncomfortable. "I want to kneel on the bed", I said to Dan. They all helped me up, but the position didn't ease things. "We'd just like to examine you again", said the studentmidwife. "Sometimes you can want to push before the cervix is totally dilated and it can cause swelling, so we'd just like to check".
"I'd rather not actually", I replied. "I'll just go with what my body is doing – it's worked so far". Dan took the time to explain politely that I wanted to be left alone. The urge to push was getting stronger, I turned over – half on myback and half on my side (I couldn't stand having all the weight on my back) and I started to bear down. The midwives obviously had a good view and were encouraging me along. One of them started rubbing my back. It was bliss. I don't know how long that stage lasted for, although on my notes it's recorded as 53 minutes. It felt more like quarter of an hour.
Every so often I'd want to bear down, so I did. In between I rested. The feeling got more and more intense and I could feel that the baby was making her way down. The midwives became more encouraging. "That's it! That's a really nice push! Keep going!" At one point I asked what was happening – where she was. "We can just start to see the head coming – it won't be long now, keep going. Use the pain. Every time you feel the pain use it to push, don't waste it". I glanced at Dan. I wasn't feeling any pain, I was just feeling very full and needing to push. I ignored them and carried on. The intensity peaked as she started to crown. I took more sucks on the gas and air, trying to keep my breathing deep, but I noticed mybreaths were very shaky. "How much can I stretch?" I thought. I'd turned off the Rainbow Relaxation (I'd had it on loop three times) and was just listening to the music. I reminded myself that my body was built to do this, and that it would open for my baby just as it should. "She's doing very well, this is amazing" I heard someone say. "What on earth is it she's listening to?" As she crowned I could feel myself stretching more and more. I started to make a noise. It wasn't down to pain although it WAS uncomfortable and my back was hurting – it was down to determination; I was nervous of how far I could stretch, but I knew I had to keep pushing and I was longing for her to be born. I tried to use the J-breathing but kept forgetting and ended up doing a weird combination where I'd take a breath, hold it and push, thenrealise I shouldn't be doing that and turn it into a J-breath. It seemed to work anyway and the deep breaths were relaxing.
"That's it – she's crowning now so it'll feel a bit stingy" said the midwife in response to my shouts and growls. "Use the pain – don't waste it – when the pain comes, use it to push". Again I looked at Dan and rolled my eyes at him in an attempt to tell him that there wasn't any pain. I wasn't feeling contractions, I was just feeling the need to push, coming in waves. Driven on by the encouragement the midwives were giving me ("just a couple more big pushes!"), I gave it everything I had and her head was out. The midwife told me excitedly that I'd done the hard bit now.
"Ok, now just rest till you feel the next contraction and then give me a couple of little pushes to get her shoulders out".Well ok, I thought, although I still wasn't feeling contractions and the urge to push had passed, so I rested and waited. Nothing happened. "Do you want to reach down and feel the head?" someone asked me. "No thanks, that'd freak me out" I said and giggled. "I'd rather just concentrate on doing this". They laughed nervously, disconcerted by my sudden communicativeness perhaps. Or maybe by the giggle. "What IS she listening to?" the midwives asked for the umpteenthtime. "It's a Hypnobirthing relaxation thing" Dan tried to explain again.
"We'll have to find out more about this", came the reply. I'd still had no urge to push and I could feel a slight impatienceemanating from the opposite end of the bed. "Ah well" I thought, "I'd better just get on and do it". Without waiting for the surges I gave a couple of little pushes, and felt my baby's body slither out. She was plopped down on my chest and I finally got to say hello to my daughter. "Oh Callie, we've got a girl" said Dan through a sudden burst of tears. I looked at her and cried. I was totally elated. "A bad prawn indeed", I said to Dan. "She's not a bad prawn, she's a lovely prawn".Pink and wrinkly, she was beautiful. After the third stage had been completed (a managed delivery – again not on my birthplan which was a disappointment, but again something I wasn't "together" enough to communicate) the midwives turned their attention to getting me to talk. "How the hell did you do that? What were you listening to, what wasit all about?" In my drowsy state I cuddled my baby and tried to briefly explain the Hypnobirthing theory. They looked slightly bemused.
"We'll have to find out more about this", they said. "In any case, that was a brilliant birth to start the day with – we've never seen anything like it. You can come again. When you have your second one next year, can you ask for us?"I didn't have the heart to tell them that my husband and I had only ever planned to have one. Although who knows - after such a positive, profound experience I might be dying to do it again. It was 10.45. From the start of my "upset stomach" to delivery, labour had taken six and a half hours - exactly the time I'd thought of when we'd done the visualisation exercise during the Hypnobirthing class. The baby was 6lb 12oz, my pulse had never gone above 70 throughout the entire labour, and my blood pressure and the baby's heartbeat had stayed relaxed and constant. Downstairs I was the talk of the ward for a short while. Dan, who, in genuine awe, had told me several times throughout the labour how amazingly I was doing, filled me in on the details that I'd missed while I'd been in my own head-space.
Apparently I'd not made a sound until the crowning stage, when I'd given a few mild shouts. A couple of midwives on the ward popped their heads round the curtain. "We've heard about you!" they said. Before the birth everyone had told about the "amazing and wonderful way" the mind has of forgetting childbirth, and I can only conclude that this theory is a load of nonsense. You don't forget childbirth, you forget a traumatic experience. I might have been in my own zone during labour, and I might not have noticed what everyone else in the room was saying or doing, but I can certainly remember every feeling and every sensation I had when I was birthing my daughter.
And I can say with all honestly that my experience is one I'll want to remember and treasure forever.
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2. This is a story from NM:
"I want to share a birth story from one of my Moms who had a 'Big Baby' (10 lbs. 3 oz)totally natural. Perhaps it iwll be an inspiration for other Moms who have GD [Gestational Diabetes] and big babies.
"I am so pleased by my hypnobirthing experience. I did not want my baby to be drugged at birth. I learned alot during the class. Throughout my pregnancy I was seen by prenatal development doctor and nutritionist due to gestational diabetes. ( I was originally referred because I mistakenly told my midwife I have a family history of down syndrome, so they sent me there for genetic testing. I do not have any relatives w/ DS, they have cerebal palsy) These specialists informed me they would induce at about 38 weeks. I informed my midwife I was strongly opposed to induction, and she agreed I could go to term due to the gestational diabetes being at a mild level, and only a low dose of medication was being used to control it. I was scheduled for a Thurs AM. I decided not to go.
"I had worked full time up until Tue of that week, and decided it was time to stop working so I could get a couple days rest before baby was born. I had seen an acupunturist about 4 times in the preceeding few weeks to help so I would not need to be induced. She informed me she would have like to see me more rested/stronger for the birth, but worked to get the birth started. I saw her Tue or Wed and she thought I would start surges within the next couple of days. Well again, Thurs I did not show up for the inducement: I tried to weigh a) my desire for a natural birth and b) the medical advise I was given. So I decided to give the baby a couple days more...the weekend. If he was not born by Mon, I would go in for induction. Early Sun April 1, I thought my water released - (it was really the "plug") surges began. OH NO - I did not want him born on "april fool's day".
"I had surges for most of the day, they stopped that evening. Then Early Mon AM the water did release...I then knew the difference. Surges began again. I did not want to go to the hospital. My husband finally convinced me to go in (I had called the hospital earlier, and the suggested I come in to be "checked" - to make sure my water really did release - like I didn't know.) I already knew if I went in they would keep me, so I took all my gear and reluctantly went to the hospital. They admitted me around 5pm. Husband goes home - we had planned on him not being there. Called Brenda to let her know I was there...don't rush I'm okay (had been keeping in communication the last two days) .
"Surges proceeded thruough the night...Brenda was right there with me every move I made. I was so impressed and thankful. She did an outstanding, wonderful job, I can't say enough about the support she gave me during my birth. At times the surges were pretty intense, but I wouldn't say painful. They were pretty uncomfortable, and I got tired of feeling them, so when they slowed down I did not mind. My midwife was wonderful also. I lucked out that the midwife I saw throughout my pregnancy was on duty during my birth. She knew my wishes and was very good about letting me do it my way.
"Because over 24 hrs passed from water release, and irregular, far spaced surges, midwife informed that doctor was pushing for induction. I told her we were going to try some natural stimulation first. I told Brenda 'let me rest for a few minutes, then we'll go for it.' And we did. I positioned myself on the bar and began nipple stimulation which immediatley caused surges to start. These were strong surges that caused a strong pushing urge. My son was very large, and my first child. I was determined to push him out. I took alot of pushes squatting and pushing with everything I had. surge stopped, stand, wait, next surge, squat, push and push and push. Finally Midwife said he's almost under the bone. A few more pushed and down he came. She helped with warm compresses and we slowly brought him down the birth canal to the opening. We slowly worked to make sure there was no tearing, and she did a good job manuvering him out - he had broad shoulders too! Of course Brenda was by my side through it all. What a wonderful birthing experience!
"Today my son is 4 months old. very alert, healthy 22 lbs 26 inches 2 teeth, friendly as can be, and tough as nails. I beleive my relaxation, as well as his birth helped him be the good baby he is. He sleeps well, and does not cry for anything really. (I was so proud of him too...he was so strong throughout the long birth - no problems at all with heart rate etc) I knew it could be different, and no one around me beleived I could have and plan a positive birth. They thought because it was my first child, I was dreaming, didn't know what I was talking about...you'll see when you go through it... take the drugs etc...all the stereotypes were there, but I did not let that stop me, and I did have the birthing experience I wanted. It's funny how things happen because I only heard about hypnobirthing when I happened to read an article in a magazine in the doctor's office waiting room when I went with my husband to his appointment. If it wasn't for that article, I may have had to endure a 'typical' birth experience. Boy am I glad I didn't!"
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3. This is a story from Singapore:
"It was shortly past midnight when I woke up because of regular surges. I knew immediately that that this was the day for our first child to be born. Having waited for almost 42 weeks for him to arrive, I was so excited that I couldn't get back to sleep anymore. I knew it would be sensible to save my energy for the actual labour and birth. Still, I got out of bed, listened to my Hypnobirthing relaxation cds, and regularly checked the time that elapsed between surges. Having heard from a friend of mine that she had just given birth to her first child after only four hours of labour, I felt a bit nervous about how fast things would progress in my case. At 3am my contractions were about 6-8 minutes apart, and I thought I'd better inform Helen, my doula. While speaking to her on the phone, I became aware again that things usually don't happen that fast. So I went back to my relaxation exercises, slowly breathing through every surge, and at some point got up to prepare some snacks to take to the hospital. I called Helen again at 6 o'clock, and she came to our place to see how I was doing. Two hours later the surges had become more intense, and I felt that we should go to the hospital.
"My husband, Helen and I arrived at the hospital shortly past 8 o'clock. I settled myself in the bathtub as soon as it had filled up, not knowing then that I was to spend more than 5 hours in the water. While in the tub, I was breathing throughmy surges and relaxing in between. We had brought along some soothing music that was playing in the background. I felt very calm and focused on what was going on within my body. I didn't feel any pain, but experienced the surges as tension in my pelvis and later in my lower back. I was most comfortable kneeling in the tub, because my tailbone would start aching as soon as I tried to sit. The only sensation of pain that I felt during labour resulted from cramps in my legs. My body was just not used to kneeling in a bathtub for a long time. During the last couple hours of labour I felt the urge tobear down. When it was time for birthing, I found myself in a rather strange position for a water birth. Because of my sore tailbone I was not able to sit or lean against my lower back, at the same time I was trying to avoid another cramp in my leg. Thus I supported myself on my arms, hips raised up almost horizontally and legs braced against the side of the bathtub. Sensing that I could stay neither in this position nor in the tub much longer, I pushed rather hard for the baby to emerge. Finally, he was born, and my doctor passed him to me.
"Looking back to that day, I'm still amazed at all the little wonders that life holds for women when giving birth. It is amazing how a woman's body opens up naturally to let a baby pass out into the world. When giving birth I found it very easy to go deep within my body, forgetting about time and people around me. I'm glad that with the antenatal Hypnobirthing course that I took, I had learned to focus on the positive aspects of birth, expecting a naturally easy,calm and safe birth without pains. My husband, Helen, and my doctor all helped me to create exactly this experience, for which I'm verygrateful."
4. This story is from Florida (a 2nd time mom):
"I just had to share the amazing birth I attended earlier this morning...
"I met mom at the hospital at 12:30 AM, she was 4 cm and 100% effaced. Mom was chatting, rarely even stopping to breathe through her surges. We went for a long walk around 1:30 AM. She finally stopped talking through her surges, but did not stop walking. She kept telling me that she was feeling really GREAT, really in touch with the process. When we would pass by the nurses station, I kept getting the impression that they didn't think she was really active yet ;)
"At 2AM her water bag released with a BIG gush. She wanted to shower as she felt really messy from the big splash. In the shower she whispers that she feels the need to change her breathing. I assist her back to the bed after the shower and onto her hands and knees.? The husband goes to tell the nurse (who by the way is pregnant, just took the HB course AND is now having a homebirth!) that we think she is close, to please notify her midwife who was already in the hospital.
"Mom is quiet, still on her hands and knees, and whispers "a little something is coming out"...I pull back the towel expecting more fluid/show to find her beautiful baby girl's head born!? Midwife slides in, no gloves and catches. Baby born at 2:13 AM, 13 minutes after SROM [Spontaneous Release of Membranes). Perfect in every possible way!
"Our expectant nurse was tearful, and kept repeating 'a little something coming out...oh my gosh...I'm doing it this way...HB is great!'"
5. This is a story from Utah (a natural breech Hypnobirth!):
"MY BIRTH STORY
"This was my second baby—with my first birthing being a wonderful experience using HypnoBirthing. After becoming a HypnoBirthing Practitioner during this pregnancy, I was excited to birth my second son. After my 40 week appointment, I began to have surges throughout the day. I was already 4 cm (almost 5 cm) open at the office but I continued using HypnoBirthing imagery and relaxation throughout the day.
"Later that evening, my surges became more intense and we decided to head over to the hospital as I listened to music and more imagery in the car. We arrived at the hospital a little before 7 p.m. "When the nurse checked me, I was 6.5 cm. She proceeded to admit me and then the midwife came into the room and checked me again. I was then 8.5 cm, but...she wasn't sure it was a head that she felt. So they got the ultrasound out which showed that the baby was, indeed, breech.
She called the attending doctor as we decided what we wanted to do. I was, of course, worried…especially since (being a labor and birthing nurse), I knew that usually, a breech presentation will mean a cesarean section. However, my doctor was one of the few in that hospital who will actually deliver a breech baby and gave me the option to decide (a live example of how important choosing your provider is). The midwife asked me what I wanted to do and I told her I would like to try delivering vaginally.
"They took me to the Operating Room and I was progressing so rapidly, that by the time the doctor arrived, I was completely opened with bulging membranes. They released my membranes and I breathed down about three times before our beautiful baby boy arrived—bottom first! It was 8:05 p.m. The midwife, doctor, and nurses were allamazed that I did so well through it all, using HypnoBirthing, and despite the disturbance in my ideal situation (the OR was quite bright and I didn't bring in my music or anything that I had practiced). "This was the first unmedicated vaginal breech delivery at this hospital in TEN years! It was a beautiful experience, with absolutely no complications—not even a tear! I couldn't have done it without HypnoBirthing!!"
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