Hypnobirth Water Birth Story with Gorgeous Pictures

The birth story of Chai as told by his mother, Rachel B.

I have the most precious 7-day old son. This has been the sweetest, deepest week of my life. My son’s birth has been like an enormous purifier on my life. I feel stripped of my layers of cynicism, doubt, and annoyance. My heart is laid raw and weeps for any pain I hear about. I have this absorbing feeling that all I am is my heart, and right now it’s all I want to be. I am reeling in the richest emotions of tenderness, gratitude, adoration, reverence.

I’ve waited so long to be able to write this story! I have to start with this (from my journal on June 3, 2011) as a preface because it explains my state of heart and mind when my birthing experience began.

Laura Curtis came over tonight to do a fear release and it was glorious—I had so much energy and felt so serene afterwards. She used a script she wrote herself and I learned so much from it and had the most incredible, ready visions. I wish church could be like that…it unlocks my mind and fills me with light and resolve. This week I’ve been complaining about my body a lot and feeling like a manatee/elephant seal/toad person. Part of the fear release script involves you looking inward and THANKING your body for the miracle of conception and carrying a healthy baby. When I opened myself to those ideas I felt so ashamed for my ugly thoughts. My body might not be as svelte and lithe as it once was but it’s making a miracle possible. Also, when I think of the women who perceive their bodies as “broken” because of infertility or other problems I absolutely ache for them! I feel grateful that my body is alive and thriving and capable of giving life. It’s so beautiful, it really is!

In another section, Laura talked to the baby and told him how much his parents love him and how welcome he is. She talked about his little face and his little hands and I was crying. He is more important than I can understand; he will mean everything to us! He will be the best of our lives, I know it.

The loveliest of all was the warm hallway full of light, I had to imagine all my fears, doubts, and limiting ideas hung on the wall as pictures. I looked at them with detachment. I imagined portraits illustrating the scenes where people had discouraged me and treated me with disdain. I saw the colors blur and drip from the page as the pictures shrank smaller and smaller, eventually disappearing. Then I got a new canvas and painted enormous depictions of the hopes for our birth. My favorite and the most vivid was just me and Jonathan and our little Stranger sitting in the pool and adoring each other, with light streaming in from the windows, from the water, from the baby. I titled the painting “Dar la Luz” and it filled me with such joy and confidence. I hung it with a most heavy frame and Laura said “It will be.” It was such a good day to do a fear release, and made me feel so alive! Laura has a perfect voice and cadence for doing the readings. She said she thinks of it kind of like giving a blessing. That’s exactly what it feels like to me, it feels like such a strengthening gift. It’s incredible. It was a spiritual readjustment and knocked me back into alignment where I want to be–in a place of respect for my body, faith in the birthing process and in my own strength, love and anticipation for my baby. I am ready for this! but I also feel a sweet peace about being pregnant for longer, if I need to be. My child is healthy and all will be well.

Last Monday (June 6) I called my midwife, Cathy, because I suspected I was leaking amniotic fluid. This concerned me a little; did it count as my water breaking? Women in the birth stories I read always described it as a gush, but this was a barely noticeable trickle. Where was my GUSH?! I was feeling no contractions besides the occasional tightness I’d felt for months. Cathy confirmed that it was amniotic fluid and told me that if I were birthing at a hospital they would want to induce me, but she wasn’t worried about it, because it seemed to be a slow, high leak and it would be so much better for me and the baby if he would get started on his own. I was a little disappointed; I was just so eager to do this and I’d had so much positive energy since doing a fear release—I wanted to put it to good use. However, as I was driving home from my midwife’s home, I sneezed! And behold, the flood! This time the gush was unmistakable; it felt like water from a hot tub suddenly pouring around my legs. I grinned and I think I even said, “Yay!” I called Cathy to let her know and she said “Great job!” and to keep her informed if I started sometime that day.

I came home joyously to the arms of my Jonny and informed him of my news. He was so excited; we were both so happy to know something should be happening soon. I called Laurel (my doula) to tell her and explained that I was a little worried that I had my water broken but no contractions at all. I know it’s much better to begin with surges first and have the water break during labor. Laurel offered to come over and do some pressure points to try and get labor started. I agreed; not necessarily because I had the most faith in pressure points, but I love Laurel and wanted to hang out with her (also I will almost never object if someone wants to rub my back). We had a picnic lunch in my living room while we watched Pocahontas and experimented with acupressure. A couple of times I thought I felt a tiny pang in my uterus, but maybe I imagined it.

After Laurel left, I decided to take a “long winter’s nap” with the hope that my birthing time was very close, so I curled up in bed with a book and some jolly ranchers chews. I never got my nap, because by the time I finished the box (*cough*) I was feeling some unfamiliar sensations in my abdomen. At first I thought I was just laying in an uncomfortable way, so I shifted my weight and redistributed my pillows, and then I felt a very distinct cramping sensation. It startled me with its power. I sat up in bed, almost holding my breath. “Oh, baby baby,” I whispered, “are you really coming?”

The wind was wailing outside and it was a grayish afternoon (this was around 3:30 PM) and because whenever the weather is bad (or it is night) I tend to think my house is haunted, I suddenly couldn’t bear to be alone. I called Jonny at work and asked him to please come home. I explained that I knew it could still be awhile, but I wanted to be with him for our last few hours alone. He is so steady and comforting to me always. He came home and hugged me. We were so excited to be doing this and there was a solemnity about it as well. I think we could sense that we were about to go through something powerful and difficult, and even though it wasn’t quite there yet, we were bracing ourselves.

We decided to eat some pineapple, watch SVU and start keeping track of the surges so when I called Cathy I could tell her how far apart they were. I leaned over my birthing ball and tracked the surges on contractionmaster.com. They were pretty irregular in length but all under 5 minutes apart. I remembered to do my slow breathing, but between surges I was chattering to Jonny about SVU, and how excited I was, and I don’t know what else. I couldn’t have fathomed sleeping, and walking didn’t feel too good, either. I felt nervous if I wasn’t close to the floor when the peak of the surge hit. The surges were very manageable at this point and felt more like pressure than anything else—but they were so strong, and seemed so separate from me that it was a little intimidating, like an unseen hand was clutching me in an iron grip and then releasing me.

At around 5 PM I began listening to the Rainbow Relaxation CD and I was surprised at how melty-relaxed my body became. I verily oozed onto the birth ball. I was not the most diligent at practicing the techniques during the last two weeks, but my body must have learned something, because I felt myself sink so deep into somewhere as I tried to breathe in strength from all the colors. Violet, blue, and green were the ones I liked the best so I kept rewinding the track to those mists. I felt the need for greater focus.

The breathing really helped because it reminded me to relax and go limp. If my muscles were tense at all, the surge was a lot tougher to get through. I’m trying to get back inside my mind to remember how I was thinking and feeling at this time—I knew I had a lot more work ahead of me and that I was going to need a lot of strength and energy. Part of me was wondering how much more intense it was going to get, and almost wishing I hadn’t been so eager to get this started. It was here, it was real and there was no going back. Jonathan stroked my hair and told me sweet things. I remember him asking what it felt like.

Cathy arrived at around the same time as Laurel, Wendy and Laura. I remember that part of the birth as a bright, happy time. I felt safe and cradled by their good cheer and reassurances. I think the intensity of the surges slowed down a little because we were giggly and laughing between them. I was so glad they were there…whenever a surge hit me I would flop over the ball or on the floor and instantly I was surrounded by a flurry of soothing words and delicate fingers. They stroked my forehead, placed firm pressure on my back right where I wanted it—how did they know?—and whispered, “Relax” and “Go deeper…totally loose, totally relaxed.” With their hands and their words it was easy to do it. They breathed with me during surges and laughed with me between them. Compared to what occurred later in the birth, I recognized that I was still very “present” during this time. Whenever I had a surge I felt just like those Russian women in the videos from class who were birthing on rocks near the sea. The women attending them were like wood nymphs or mermaids with gentle hands and flowing hair, giving the birthing women strength and keeping them peaceful. In between the surges it felt just like my bachelorette party. I remember feeling badly that Jonathan didn’t seem to have a lot to do at that time. The mood wasn’t right for him to become a wood nymph, too.

Cathy checked me and I was about a two. Since it was early on and there remained a very long way to go, we decided everyone would leave us alone for awhile and come back when I was in more active labor. I was very happy about this decision; not because I didn’t want everyone there, but I liked the idea of being alone with Jonathan as I progressed and slipped into deeper intensity. I knew this was going to require so much of me, I was still in control and managing well, but I could feel it coming closer and wanted to be able to relax with my husband.

Shortly after everyone left (I think around 9 PM?) I felt the need to begin humming during surges. With my eyes closed, I imagined making vertical zigzags with the noise as I kneeled over the birth ball and moved my hips, and it helped immensely. Each surge required about three or four breaths as it built, seized me right in the middle and then mercifully ebbed away. I began to look forward so much to those ebbing away times. They felt so good and then there was always a little break before the next surge began. I told Jonny at that time that so far I thought kidney stones were worse. We were still talking a little, but my end of the conversation drifted into mumbles with closed eyes. I can’t explain how vital it had become to make noise during surges—where I’d felt inhibited before, now I felt like the humming and swaying back and forth was the only thing tying me to the earth. Vocalizing was not something I had ever practiced or expected to do, but it was so instinctive. I wasn’t worried about how I sounded, it was necessary for my survival; my body demanded it of me. It focused me and pulled me deeper.

Jonathan sat with me and rubbed my back and my arms during every surge. He told me he loved me so much, that I was amazing, that I was a “birthing warrior” and once he said, “Racher, that’s a sweet noise.” I had such soft feelings for him. There was something so lovely and intimate about him holding me and being sweet to me while I was birthing our child. Evidence of our love around me with his arms and hands and kind kisses, and inside me, the child itself. Without an audience, without any fanfare, we were just together. I loved that time. It was so precious to me and I love that it wasn’t marred by rushing to leave somewhere or dealing with strangers coming in and out of our room. I can’t imagine feeling the way I felt then and having to deal with that. I will always be able to remember that during our last few hours alone together, we were calm and good to each other and not stressed out.

Cathy had told us to call her at midnight and she returned at about 1 am. I don’t remember how far apart my surges were at this point because I had floated away and was locked up inside myself. That must sound spacey, but that’s really how I felt; everything around me was hazy and dim and I felt more inside my body than I ever had before. I think I was at a 4 or a 5 then, and Cathy told us that the baby was posterior. I wasn’t greatly distressed by this news because I wasn’t experiencing very much back pain, and I needed all my energy to get through the surges, but Cathy felt it was important to try to turn the baby and break the rest of the water she felt in front of his head. She had me do a series of positions that I’d never heard of before. I spent a few surges doing lunges on top of a footstool (LUNGES!) while she and Jonathan held my shaking arms. Then I sat on the birth ball and held on to Jonathan’s arms while swinging my hips from side to side and moving my legs back and forth. That position exhausted me but I gamely tried to do it as hard as I could. After that was my least favorite ever—lying on my left side with one leg stretched out behind me and the other bent. It was so hard to relax in that position, but we were eventually successful in turning the baby! You must understand, Cathy does not mess around. Wendy described it well when she said, “Cathy is such a powerful person that she doesn’t need to let anyone know how powerful she is. You just see it.” I don’t know if many care providers would have worked with me on all those different positions, or even had the knowledge to do so! I loved, loved, loved working with her because I feel that she helped me utilize my body instead of shutting it down or helping me get away from my body. That was what I wanted.

Laura, Laurel, and Wendy blessedly came back while I was lying in that beloved position. I croaked a hello to them and once again there was a flurry of massaging, soft words, loving kindness. I was totally naïve about the immeasurable merits of having a doula. I was excited to have Laurel come to my birth and imagined her being sort of a cheerleader for me, encouraging me and rubbing my back. What she, Laura, and Wendy did for me was SO much more than that. I felt like they carried me through the surges, that we were all experiencing them together. I remember thinking about how all of them had had children and gone through this before, and wanting to cry with the beauty and pain of it. It was the most potent sisterhood I’ve ever felt. Whenever I started a surge, they pressed down on my shoulders and whispered for me to go deeper, and oh I did. They stroked my hair, smoothed my forehead, pressed on my back, and did acupressure on my feet and ankles. They held up water with a bendy straw for me to drink between surges. They spoke to me with such positive energy! All of this didn’t take away the intensity of the contractions, but it dulled the sharpness of them, smoothed the tightening. Even in the moment, as zoned out as I was, I wanted to sob with gratitude. I have rarely in my life been so vulnerable and raw as I was when I was birthing, and all that kindness and goodness pouring down on me touched me so much.

Around this time the humming noise I’d been making turned into what I referred to afterwards as the “whale song.” Behind my closed eyes, I started seeing a musical scale in colors. Higher notes were red, yellow, orange and pink—too bright and alarming for me then—and the low “whale” notes were calming blues, greens and grays. I realize that sounds absolutely insane, but I can’t describe it any better than that. I tried to hit those low blue and gray notes because they made me feel better. I know my mind was so suggestible during that time—Laura, Laurel and Wendy all happen to be professional singers as well as doulas (I know.) and they kept telling me, “Good! Go lower. Oh, beautiful.” Making vibrations with the lips can help dilate the cervix, and it just felt so much better to make those noises, I had to keep doing it. Having them be so affirming of the vocalizing felt so good. At times I was aware of them making the noises with me. Laura kept telling me, “You found your birth song! You are singing your baby down! He’s hearing you sing to him right now!” I remember thinking, right, and I’m probably terrifying him! I thought I was being so rough, wheezy and loud, but later when I saw the videos I realized the sound was actually very soothing and calming. Everyone told me later that they all felt dreamy and hypnotized whenever I did it. The next day I re-read a birth story where a woman was vocalizing, and the OB and the woman’s husband were both making fun of her, saying she sounded like a dying cat. When I read that I cried. I would have been so hurt and embarrassed if that had happened to me, and instead I had people telling me what I was doing was beautiful and honoring it. Everyone deserves that.

At the next check I was at a 7, and had a hot-tub flood of waters bursting again. I remember starting a surge right after that check and they rolled me over on my side and pulled my legs into that position I described above–that was rough and the only time during my labor that I really cried out. I caught myself and slipped right back into the whale song, though. Someone during this time turned off the lights (Wendy?) and my midwife’s two assistants arrived, as well as Katie and Sara (creative consultants. It was so nice of them to come!). They had started filling up the birthing tub and were having trouble with the archaic plumbing in our house. I was aware of people talking in hushed voices, filling up buckets and laying down tarps. Several times I got up to go to the bathroom and the surges I had alone in there were some of the hardest to get through. I’ve read that some women feel most comfortable laboring on the toilet, but I was miserable in there. Maybe I just needed my wood nymphs, and even during active labor I was too shy to let anyone come in there with me.

Once I came out of the bathroom right when I was starting a surge and felt a swelling of panic—I could not imagine dropping to the floor for the surge and standing through it seemed equally impossible. I bleated, “What do I do?” and Wendy stepped right in front of me and opened her arms and I just fell into her. She rocked with me as I moaned my way through that surge and Laurel stood behind me giving me counter pressure on my back. I heard Laura say, “That’s right, just put all your weight on Wendy.” That moment stands out so clearly against the haziness of that time and it seems so symbolic of the support and kindness they gave me that I needed so much.

We passed the rest of the night this way; surging and singing and preparing the pool and house for our baby’s arrival. I had no sense of time, but some of the thoughts I was having remain clear to me. I remember thinking about my sisters/sisters in law going through labor and I felt dismayed that they might ever follow my example and would have to experience something like this. I also thought, I could never judge anyone for getting an epidural…and I really admire women who have had unmedicated births in the hospital. I think being at home was absolutely essential for me to have a natural birth. If I had been lying in a hospital bed and someone stood there brandishing a needle and explained that it could all go away right then, I don’t know that I would have been able to say no. As it was, I never felt like I wanted to leave home for pain relief, and I never asked for drugs. Even when it was the most intense, I still felt it was better to keep moving through it.

Although I hadn’t really thought about it beforehand, it became very important to me not to make comments about pain or to say “It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.” Saying those things wouldn’t make it go away, or cause someone to volunteer to do it for me. I felt that in the state I was in, doing so would make me lose energy and render me weaker. So I said things like, “Wow, that one was really intense! It’s so nice to have a break in between,” and as the surges continued to grow more powerful I would mutter, “I can do this, I know I can do this.” I think everyone liked it when I said that because they always chimed in a chorus, “You ARE doing this! You’re birthing beautifully!” Everyone said this to me, including sweet Jonathan who had disappeared for awhile helping fill up the pool and then was blessedly near my side for the rest of the birth, including the triumphant moment when I started puking up all the pineapple I ate earlier. I’d felt nauseous during several surges and warned everyone, so they were prepared with a bowl. I threw up pretty violently and then blearily became aware of Jonathan kneeling right next to me, arm around my shoulders, smiling fondly at me. I wailed, “I didn’t want you to see me this way!” and he laughed and exclaimed, “Only Racher, I love you!”

After I threw up, for a few minutes I felt absolutely fantastic, almost normal. I even came back into the room and beamed brilliantly at everyone. I remember bouncing on the birthing ball and making perky statements like “This is great! I can totally do this!” and cracking jokes. Every time they laughed I felt a blissful childlike happiness. Laura told me that I had insane amounts of endorphins in my system and I said I recommended vomiting to everyone, that it was fabulous. Then I felt another surge starting and said “Here we go again!” and we were all back in our positions. The house was buzzing with energy.

I sat on the birth ball and leaned into Jonathan’s shoulder while the doulas continued their merciful work. I felt a need for my husband so immense that my heart could have ripped apart, and every time I looked at him I felt like crying because I loved him so much. He was so calm and cheerful and steady. I realized later how different it all would have been if he had been anxious, fretting or even too enthusiastic. It would have impacted my own mood and focus. Just like I found my salvation through the whale song, he instinctively seemed to know the right things for him to do. He showed me tenderness without acting unduly concerned and reminded me that my body was getting it right. I should add here that my midwife’s assistants had started monitoring the baby’s heart rate every few minutes and they always withdrew exclaiming, “Baby is happy! [The heart rate]’s perfect.” This was encouraging to me, too. There were a couple of times that we all talked to the baby and told him we loved him and were so excited to see him.

A while later Cathy told me the pool was ready if I still wanted to get in. I staggered to the pool and they helped me in…I had the most surreal and vibrant of feelings. Was I really doing this, was this really happening? The water always comes in at the end of the story…I knew my baby was coming so soon, but I couldn’t concentrate on that. The water felt amazing; although at that point I was secretly hoping it would take away the surges completely for awhile, but no such luck. The heat helped, though, and the lightness I felt in the water. I kept breathing and making the whale song and everyone took turns doing the shoulder press for me (we even have a nice photo montage of that).

Later I flipped around to my knees and clasped arms with Jonathan, who was kneeling at the side of the pool. Around this time, the surges started becoming impossibly long. Of course they’d been lengthening the whole night, but I was still getting at least a 30-40 second space in between to recover and pull myself together for the next one. Sometime after I got in the pool, the ebb and flow of the surges merged together so that they began coming in on top of each other. The wave would barely edge away from the peak and then instantly there was another peak. There was no steady tide anymore, it was a deluge. It was exhausting! They kept rolling in harder and stronger and I was aching for a chance to catch my breath, but I had to keep making the whale song because it was the only way I could survive. I think I started to lose it here; a little…I was drowning during those surges. It felt like each one took an hour. Katie told me later, “I thought, ‘her body is about to break in half!’” I was begging God in my mind to just please give me a rest, and then I could go on. I thought of praying to Heavenly Mother or some pagan goddess (Artemis?) but I couldn’t gather my thoughts together. I said out loud, desperately, “I need a break, I need a break, PLEASE Heavenly Father!” Cathy told me (speaking, perhaps, for God) that I wasn’t going to get anymore breaks, the baby was close.

It was becoming more difficult to keep hitting my low notes, even with the doulas cooing next to me, because my energy was fading. The power song started to fizzle into disorganized moaning. I opened my eyes briefly and saw everyone clustered around the edges of the pool. I was floundering, starting to feel something close to despair. One of Cathy’s assistants leaned close to me and told me that I wasn’t “putting everything [I] had” into my noises anymore. She told me to try “letting it all out.” I realize that sounds extremely vague, and at no point did she or anyone else in the room ever say the word “push” to me, but somehow I gathered that was what she wanted me to do. But I didn’t understand how it could be time for that! I was expecting to feel what others described as “pushy,” where the urge to bear down is uncontrollable and the body “just takes over,” but my body wasn’t telling me to push at all. I was still just trying to hang on during the surges. I felt alone; I’d really expected my body to help me with this part.

I asked Jonathan what he remembers about the next part and he said, “That’s when Rachel became feral.” I locked into an even deeper place inside myself and told myself, the only way this is ever going to end is if I push the baby out. No one is going to step in and do it for me. This is mine. At that point I lost whatever inhibitions I’d still been hanging onto. I plunged my hands into the water so I could support myself, lowered my head and as I exhaled I began making these grunting, guttural sounds (“Bowser” noises). I pushed as hard as I could with the sound and I could feel the baby’s head moving into the birth canal, which was a little overwhelming. I heard Laura’s voice echoing what she’d told us in class: “Those are some big feelings…just let them be big.” I had to reach down into someplace primitive, dark and powerful to come up with those pushes–I was tearing the lining of the world. Each push was a gargantuan effort far beyond what I’d ever thought I had the capacity to do, and yet somehow I did it over and over again.

They kept checking his heartbeat every few minutes and it was always perfect. Soon the baby was far down enough that the sensation of him slowly emerging had overcome the pressure of the surges, and I was no longer aware of them. Wendy told me later that one of the assistants tried to give me a suggestion, and Cathy told her, “Let’s just leave her alone, she’s going to get this baby out.” I have no memory of that. I was on lockdown in an urgent quiet world with my baby’s head suddenly pressing up against my flesh. I reached down and felt it there; managed to push hard enough to keep it there, so it didn’t go back in. I felt burning and remembered that short pushes would help me stretch and not tear—and in the same instant I thought, I don’t have time for that! I don’t have the words to come close to what it took to keep going, down down down until that head popped out. I think the guttural noises turned into a roar at the end. I heard gasps and Laurel cried, “Oh, Rachel, your baby!”

I have zero memory of his body coming out; there was just this immense relief as my body stopped its restless heaving. I could hear splashing and I was already sobbing and frantic to turn around and see him. OH! My baby! He was already crying and snuffling by the time it took for me to move my legs around the cord and lean against the side of the pool. I couldn’t believe this grayish froggy body in my arms was my son, that I birthed him and it was over! We did it!

He was so lovely! He was so new and sweet! I kissed him all over his vernixy head. Everyone kept exclaiming how much he looked like Jon, especially his sweet little lips—he has a huge top lip and a smaller bottom one, just like my husband. Within seconds this tidal wave of the most intense emotions smashed into me. The “cocktail of hormones” resulted in making me absolutely manic, and I was shaking and bawling, babbling a mess of lovingly blurred words. “Oh baby! You’re real! You’re alive! Are you scared? I’m so sorry, I was scared too, I’m so sorry. Oh, baby I love you, thank you for coming!” He was so floppy against my neck, I half-expected him to start talking to me. It already felt like a miracle was glowing in the room, I don’t think it would have even surprised me.

I looked around at the faces of the people around me; some of them were crying. They were all shining like angels to me. I think the oxytocin made me imprint on everyone in the room…I felt like I needed to make a speech from the birthing tub, but I was totally discombobulated. “Thank you so much for being here!…you don’t understand…” What can you say to the people who have just carried you through the most significant experience of your life? Any words of appreciation would be flat and stale; but looking back, I think we all felt a lot that day and I think they do understand.

Jonathan was leaning teary-eyed at my shoulder as they wrapped a towel around our little boy. I looked up at him and asked, “Do you love him?” “I love him!” he said. I think he was as dazed as I was; we couldn’t believe what had just happened. Now that I was “back in the room” I wanted to process the experience with everyone, but there was more work I had to do. I was a little indignant when Cathy told me I had to birth the placenta. Obviously I knew about that beforehand, but part of me was like “Seriously? Do you know what I just did?” Haha. The placenta was birthed (it was heart shaped–#lovechild) and we tried to start breastfeeding but I think the baby and I were both too wired right then. I wanted time to look at him and get to know him, at the same time I wanted to talk to everyone in the room about what had just happened. I remembered to ask Jonathan to call my parents and let them know that their grandson was born. I was on this incredible high wave of triumph.

When I stood up to walk into the living room, Laurel said, “Can you believe you’re not pregnant anymore?” It was surreal…I’d just had a baby…in my kitchen, with no drugs, and he was perfect! I will admit I had a sort of smug moment of glee when I thought of all the people who hated on me and said I couldn’t do it, but mostly I just felt righteous humility for the joy of having a strong and healthy baby. We sat on the couch for awhile having some skin to skin contact and tried to get him to latch on. Then Cathy’s assistants cleaned and weighed him while Cathy stitched up the carnage (you don’t want to know). He was 8 lbs, 4 oz, and 21 inches. I was so proud of my sweet little one!

I’m not sure where to end the story…where we cut the cord, where Cathy kissed me on the forehead and told me “your birth was phenomenal,” where I realized I didn’t have any nursing bras, where everyone left and I passed out on the coach with the baby asleep on my chest, where I woke up freezing and Jonathan came and put his arms around both of us, where Laurel brought her whole family over a few hours later to clean our house (oh! thank you!). “The birth story” has kind of blended into our new life now. Jonathan and I both feel so changed by what happened…not just by the arrival of our little guy, but by the birth itself.

I absolutely don’t think we could have had a better experience…I was privileged to have so many powerful women attend the birth, along with my husband. Everyone there had a vital work to do and they all labored along with me. There was no one in our home that night who didn’t share our vision of what we wanted our birth to be; no one brought in any negativity or fear or a “spirit of emergency.” Everyone one of my birth attendants are mothers themselves; all of them view birth as a privilege and a normal physiological process. As much as I felt dependent on my midwife and doulas, they were so respectful and focused on letting my body do what it was meant to do. Never at any time did anyone make comments about me or my body that indicated I might not be able to do this. With kind hands and soft voices they told me over and over and over again that I was doing wonderfully and that could keep going. I knew I could, but it meant so much to be buoyed up by that much support when I was in the middle of the storm. It was the epitome of empowerment. They all believed in me and I never doubted myself.

I feel like my midwife “presided” over the birth and took action when she deemed it necessary (like the positions she had me take to turn my little guy when he was posterior), but otherwise she left me do what I needed to do. She did not feel the need to speed up or micromanage my labor and birth. I felt free to take my time, move how I felt like moving. Nothing was done to my body or my son’s body that had motive in someone else’s agenda. Although we received so much help, unquestionably this birth “belonged” to me, Jonathan and our son. That means so much to us!

I’m so grateful for the research I did during my pregnancy and especially for my decision to use Hypnobirthing. I am so glad we took the class–not only was Laura an amazing teacher, but the information covered in the class prepared me to give birth without fear. It separates cultural perceptions and traditions about birth from what women are and have always able to do when they are given support and no one interferes with them. It reinforced everything I had intuitively felt about pregnancy and birth. It taught me to relax during labor. The techniques I learned manifested themselves in a different way than I had expected, but they worked for me and while I don’t know if I would describe my birth as “comfortable,” it was manageable and I felt confident through most of it. It was HARD—definitely the hardest physical challenge I have ever endured—but oh, how grateful I am that I went through it! I had the ineffably powerful experience of surrendering in ways I never had, finding out I was stronger than I thought I could be. It’s incredible to think of now. I do hope I can do it again someday…and again and again and again! Thank you for reading and thank you everyone who honored this day by your presence.

*Photography by Katherine Loveless.


  • Mel Morns

    Thank you! I’m pregnant with my third and made quite a bit of noise with my last two natural births. Its so nice to hear encouraging things about vocalising… loved that, empowering!

  • Shanna

    What an amazing birth! I am so inspired by your story and it gives me strength that I will be able to accomplish the kind of birth I want! Thank you so much for sharing your story!

  • Elizabeth

    This is a BEAUTIFUL birth story – the sense of empowerment, peace, love, joy – so evident! I am pregnant with our 2nd child and planning a home birth with a wonderful midwife and doula and this was so very encouraging!! Thank you for sharing your story!

  • Jennifer

    “The techniques I learned manifested themselves in a different way than I had expected, but they worked for me…”

    Yes, this^^ I feel exactly the same way about Hypnobirthing. Especially the fear release. I’ve had two Hypnobirths, the second in water. I too, found the low moaning sounds worked well for me. Congrats on your bundle!

  • Liz

    I just cried, and felt so empowered by your courage and the support you had from your whole team. I’m 7 months pregnant and we are planning a home birth, this being our first birth. Thank you for such a detailed depiction of your experience.

  • Brittany

    This momma’s account of her birth is nothing short of beautiful. Words can’t express how I was moved by her experience. Story after story birth sets with more beauty on my heart. So happy for this family and thankful that knowledge and faith in the strength in every woman is growing and being embraced. I am nursing studeny, studying to be a Doula, and have planned for years to become a Midwife and still tears for the joy, beauty, passion, and rawness of this- birth.

  • Kelly Googe

    How amazing and normal. When we leave the process alone but add the compassion and support of a birthing community, birth is a powerful experience. Congratulations to the mother for finding her inner strength and to the team who allowed her to do so!

  • Danica Donnelly

    Wow!!! I am so moved and touched by your words and your experience!! Thank you for sharing your story and your mental process, emotional process, physical process. I was moved to tears. Of beauty. And joy for you. Thank you for allowing countless strangers to be a part of your journey and celebrate in your joy.

  • Leanne Abbott

    I love your story. I just have to add, as a birth doula, that I feel the same wonderful way you did, all the time, attending births.
    I get to see first hand the power, the partner support, the tears, the other supportive women….its all good.
    You had your baby in the best possible way- supported for the way in which you wanted to do it with instinctive knowing!
    Every baby and couple should be so lucky….
    Enjoy him…

  • Victoria D.

    What a beautifully life affirming story. Such a sweet sensitive soul and spiritual giant. I am inspired for my own birth!

  • Clare

    Thank you SO much for sharing this. It is so complete and detailed and gorgeous… I can’t wait to share it with my husband. I’m 7 months pregnant and planning a home birth in water where I now live in southeast Asia, and while we feel confident, we feel isolated and every empowering, real story helps… yours has been the best so far!! I know this will help me shape my mental and emotional strength to take this journey. I can’t thank you enough.
    Just beautiful….

  • Natasha

    So beautifully written, realistic and empowering, I felt like I was almost in the room with you. Am due to have a home birth in next couple of days with 2nd baby and you have inspired me hugely. It makes me feel so grateful that I will have a similar experience with the same type of support system you had that I wasn’t allowed in the hospital with my 1st birthing experience. I’m reminded I will have a birth story as wonderful as your family, thank you

  • Kristi

    Thank you for sharing this beautiful and raw birth story! I also wanted to tell you that the idea of seeing musical notes as colors is not insane, theres a name for it: Synesthesia 🙂 some people see those colors their whole lives and that is amazing you experienced that and used it to your advantage during labor. How powerful!!

  • Elisa

    My husband and I are ttc now and I have been researching water births. Your story may have just sealed the deal for me to have a water birth. Thank you for sharing! So beautiful!

  • Dez

    I know this is one of the older birth stories on here, and maybe nobody will ever see this comment, but I just have to say how beautiful your story was! I didn’t have that moment of instant love with my daughter. I craved it and yearned for it throughout my pregnancy, but in the moment all I managed was to tell her she was beautiful. I don’t remember what she looked like, if she was covered in vernix or not, and I didn’t even notice what became her most distinctive feature in those early days, her nose smooshed to one side. I’m hoping for a better birth experience this time. While I went unmedicated, I didn’t have a “natural” birth, if that makes sense. Almost three hours of “purple pushing” (even though I knew I didn’t want to deliver that way – that’s the ONLY guidance I was given), and I was simply too tired to love on my baby. Not to mention all the time she spent away from me in the hospital nursery for different tests.
    Cross your fingers for me this time! I’m “due” the middle of October, and I’m planning a hospital birth. Hopefully my extra knowledge this time will help prepare my baby and me to fall in love far more quickly!

  • Rachel

    Thank you everyone for your sweet comments! I just had my third baby 3 weeks ago today and it was so fun to see this pop up in my feed!

  • Victoria

    I am praying that my next birth is a peaceful, relaxed one! I had a natural labor with my daughter, I keyed more into the POWER side of labor, but not the RELAXING side. Lovely story, what a precious memory!

  • Maggie

    I’ve been reading a lot of birth stories, and yours has hit a particular chord. What a beautiful beautiful story! I am newly pregnant with my first, planning a home birth and considering learning more about hypnobirthing. Your story has made me so excited, rather than afraid, to have my baby. Thank you!

  • Kathryn Clark

    Wow! What a lovely story you have during your pregnancy! It was very detailed and it really moved me as a first time mom. I felt the unconditional love of your family; they are very supportive to you. I hope I documented my journey during my pregnancy like you but anyway, I wish you all the goodness in life. Continue to inspire moms like me.

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