I envisioned my first birthing experience to be nothing short of magical — serene music playing softly in the background, smiles all around, and me effortlessly bringing my child into the world, ideally from the comfort of my bathtub. Having watched countless documentaries, I felt prepared. So, when I discovered a hypnobirthing class at the birthing center where I was receiving prenatal care, I thought it was the perfect fit for me.
Hypnobirthing is marketed as a proven technique that helps expectant mothers experience birth in a calm and beautiful manner. “Perfect!” I thought. “This is exactly what I want. Count me in!”
Fast forward a few months, and my partner and I found ourselves ascending the stairs to a hypnobirthing class nestled atop a yoga studio in downtown Brooklyn. We were welcomed by a serene instructor with a warm smile. After handing over our $350 check and removing our shoes, we joined the circle of couples already forming in the studio.
The initial sessions consisted of our instructor reading from Hypnobirthing Made Easy, a book I already owned, which was a bit disappointing. However, her calming voice had a certain charm that eased me into what I hoped would be a meditative experience. By the third session, another expectant mother leaned over and whispered, “What’s going on? Are we actually going to learn how to hypnotize ourselves, or just listen to her read?” I nodded in agreement, relieved that someone else was also feeling skeptical. The instructor seemed to sense our restlessness, and in that session, she switched gears, showing us a series of birthing videos.
I was utterly astonished by the calmness of the women in those videos. I realized that my expression during a simple sit-up was far more pained than theirs while giving birth. One woman even experienced an orgasm during labor, a sight that I could have done without and have tried to mentally erase ever since. Watching the footage alongside my visibly horrified partner, I began to doubt whether I was truly capable of a serene birthing experience.
Session four introduced us to the concept of hypnosis. The instructor led us through a guided exercise, and I was eager to participate. “Close your eyes. Relax your lids and jaw. Picture yourself walking down a staircase…” she instructed, leading us deeper into a meditative state. As she counted down to relaxation, I found myself waving my hand around erratically, fully conscious and in control. To my dismay, I was the only one; my partner, I noticed, had drifted off to sleep.
When the instructor invited us to share our experiences, the other participants spoke of profound sensations of relaxation and surrender. When it was my turn, I reluctantly admitted, “I could move my hand. I mean, I can’t fathom a situation where I wouldn’t have control over my hand. That’s just not realistic unless there’s some freak accident.” The instructor, unfazed, looked at me and said, “Mia, have you always struggled with control?” Well played, instructor. Well played.
Ultimately, my quest for a tranquil birth culminated in an emergency c-section. Ironically, I couldn’t feel my legs during the procedure, though that was likely due to the epidural. The takeaway? If you feel out of place in your birthing class, you’re not alone; these experiences aren’t designed for everyone.
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In summary, my hypnobirthing experience was far from the serene journey I had envisioned. Instead, it became a lesson in acceptance and self-awareness. And remember, every birthing experience is unique; find what resonates with you.