B is for Blastoff.
The Bradley Birthing Method is the way to go. I was introduced to this method when pregnant with Michael and I used it again giving birth to Denai.
Same method. Two very different experiences.
I was 20 when I had Michael. Unmarried. Living at home again. Scared shitless.
After it was all over it was amazing to me how on point the Bradley classes were.
I learned how to breathe through my contractions and to relax my body instead of tensing up.
I learned there are stages during labor and that when I would finally say “GIVE ME @#*&$#* DRUGS!” it would be too late because it would be time to push.
I learned that screaming and yelling took unnecessary energy and it was better to barrel down and to even grunt my way through the amazing amount of pain I would be in.
I was thrilled with myself for having a natural childbirth. I felt every. Single. Moment. Thinking about it now still makes my heart beat faster. I call it the ring of fire. Pushing a baby through my fiery birth canal was the most pain I have ever felt. EVER. In those moments I hated everybody. I hated everything. And then he came out. It felt like a huge, slimy slug that slithered out all at once.
And the pain was gone. The ring of fire stopped burning. It was over. And I became a mother.
|My first moments with Michael: my first born|
Denai has a much different birthing story. She was born in a bathtub at a midwifery. I had no reason to yell for drugs because there were none.
The biggest difference: I had FUN. Going through the classes again, this time with my husband, gave me a huge amount of confidence in myself. Mr. Sexy and I practiced relaxation just about every day. It paid off big time.
The contractions hurt like hell, don’t get me wrong. But when it was over, it was done. I smiled. I laughed. I made jokes. I had a good time and enjoyed the warm water I spent most of my laboring hours in.
Then things got intense and I quit talking as much. I didn’t really smile. I mostly just closed my eyes and breathed.
I had to pee. Dang it. As I stood up and stepped out of the tub I felt everything change. The urge to push, that natural and painful sensation that God built inside women became evident as I heaved my naked, wet body into Mr. Sexy’s arms. Thankfully he caught me and as my first wave of pushing ended I realized I was also peeing. Oops. Well, worse things can happen. Next time, however, I’ll just pee in the tub. :: wink wink ::
Ten minutes later Denai was squeaking in my arms with one tiny human hand wrapped around her
|Denai just moments after birth|