The Story of Two Moms

Mickey Mongan, the founder of HypnoBirthing, recently did a presentation called "Believe in the Magic of Your Thoughts". She told the story of 2 pregnant mothers & how their thoughts helped create their birthing experience.

The Story of Two Moms:

This is the story of 2 beautiful pregnant mothers. They have lived side by side for many years and have become great friends. They enrolled in a HypnoBirthing childbirth class. As they attended the classes with their amazing and supportive birth companions, they realized and decided to take a brand new turn in their lives by getting rid of their worn, musty and non-functional hand-me-downs. In this process, they scheduled a moving company to come to their homes on the same day.

Birthing mother A who lived in a house with a red door, graciously welcomed the workers from the moving company. She showed them the way into her house to take everything out. As each and every piece of furniture, linen, appliances and dishware were taken away, she got more ecstatic at the process she partake. They took the last item, she closed her door and jumped for joy, excited to take another journey of shopping for new furniture and appliances.

Now, Birthing mother B who lived in the house with a blue door, was very hesitant to even open her door when the moving company came knocking. She cancelled her request of removing her hand-me-downs as she felt uncomfortable of letting go as the items had served many generations of her family. Instead, she had the items stored in the shed in the backyard.

The following day, Mom B, who had never replaced her old things, looked around and realized that her home was empty; and so she went out to the shed and took in one of the pieces of her old hand-me-downs. The following day, she did the same, and she continued, day after day, to keep retreiving bits and pieces of the old non-functional goods until, at last, she had every piece of the goods and furnishings back in her home, and she felt content surrounded by those things that she had lived with for years.

One of the moms had a wonderful HypnoBirthing; the other mom had a traditional birthing, overshadowed by interventions and management. Can you guess which was which?

Question is: Have you gotten rid of your "old stuff" - to have the calm, gentle, comfortable birth that you so desire?

Each birthing mother will bring to her birth thoughts, feelings and beliefs that she feels comfortable with, even though she thought she wanted something different. Birthing is bringing forth new life, new beginnings, new journey...then, pregnant mothers need to bring forth new thoughts, new feelings and new beliefs approaching the birth they want to achieve for their unborn baby.

Thanks, Mickey, for sharing this story!

It's so important to release the fears, doubts, & concerns you have about your birth experience & about the adjustments you'll have to make in your life so that you can go into your birthing confident without anything that can cause you to have the fear that causes the tension that causes the pain. This is why I believe HypnoBirthing classes are so valuable...because the classes allow couples to learn to get deeply relaxed so that the mother's body can do what it is naturally capable of doing PLUS the couples are able to experience several fear-releasing hypnosis sessions so that they can let go of their "old stuff".

For more information about HypnoBirthing classes in San Diego, please visit my website at www.AWellLivedLife.Net or the main HypnoBirthing website at www.hypnobirthing.com.

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Dear Santa

It's been a while since I wrote you a letter for Christmas. In fact I think it's been over twenty years since I last wrote to you and handed the envelope addressed to Mr.S.Claus, North Pole, The Arctic  to my father, who promised me that on his next flight he would be sure to drop it off. I thought I must be especially lucky, as my Daddy was a pilot and so my letters got an express direct delivery. Much better than posting and relying on regular mail.  

But since those twenty years have passed a lot has changed. For a start, I began giving my Christmas list direct to my parents and cutting you out completely and now I just send a group email out to all my nearest and dearest with my Christmas wish list. It's nothing personal Santa, but since most of my wish lists seem to always start and end with the Victoria's Secret catalogue, I just didn't think you and your elves were into making lace lined push-up bras with invisible seams and removable straps..? But do let me know if you ever decide to launch a line of Santa Baby lingerie, hand-stitched by North Pole elves of course, as I do believe it will be quite a hit. 

I am writing to you Santa as I have a rather special request that no catalogue or amazon shopping cart can fulfill, not event the labyrinth souks of Marrakech can help me out with this one. So Santa I am emailing you directly and even publishing the letter on my blog (which I hope you will become a regular reader of) in the hope you can fulfill my Christmas wish this year.

Here's the thing Santa, my husband and I have wanted to have a child of our own for nearly two years. Though we happily get on with our lives and love each other so very much, there is an emptiness in our hearts that only a child can fill. We were both made to be parents, we know this much, and we are so ready to face all the challenges and difficulties that come with parenting. Having children is all we've ever really wanted. 

Santa, do you remember the time I wrote to you about that pink and purple bike, with the white wheels, colourful streamers and the flower-shaped bell that I saw in Toys 'R' Us? Do you remember the squeals of joy when I saw it propped up against the side of my house on Christmas day with a great big bow on it? Well Santa, if you could just work your magic again on this little Christmas wish I have, I promise the squeals of joy will be louder, I won't ever get bored with this Christmas gift the moment a brand new and shinier toy turns up, and I won't ever get angry at this Christmas gift when I fall off and scrape my knee. This Christmas gift I will love and cherish forever and it will make me the happiest person on earth.

Please Santa, all I want for Christmas this year is a baby.

Your dear friend, 

who has been very good this year,

Clare.

P.S There will be a large tray full of hot mince pies and steaming mulled wine waiting for you on your arrival. Home made of course, no processed pre-packaged pies for you Santa.

Back to Life

Hello there! I am back. Back to The Pitter-Patter. Back to blogging about TTCing, POASing, BFNs and the no-baby-yet blues. All done with endless hope and buckets of tears. Ahh I have missed it. Not the tears. But the writing. And I have really missed you.

Did I...?

If there is any big news that you think I just HAVE to know please drop me a comment with the link to your blog post that I missed. I have just been away too long...Thank you!

So for my update: Well there is no baby news. No surprise there. In fact if there was any baby news it would be a very holy miracle, if you catch my drift. Not only have I been working so hard that I had no time to blog, I also had no time for Mr. T. Poor poor neglected Mr. T. Well don't feel too sorry for him - he is currently in the dog house (see above picture). I'll get back to that in a moment.

So the craziness of work is over. No more coming home after midnight day after day. I can finally have my life back! I can see friends, go out for lunch, have a lie-in, go to yoga, blog (!) and just do normal life things again. Like getting back into that TTC rhythm - though the fact that all that TTC chaos seems normal to me is quite depressing. It was really nice to forget all about trying to have a baby, to forget about timed sex, IUIs and pregnancy tests. To just be me without all that. But. As soon as my event was finished and my life started to adjust back to normal, I felt empty again and realized that another month had gone by and this time there was not even a slim chance of a BFP.

This leads me to this month and Mr.T's current residence in the dog house. You see we had planned a week of relaxation. A week to just be with each other. A week that we both really needed. And it just happened to be over ovulation time too! Yay! But. Mr. T messed up. Big time. I won't share his mistake with you all but needless to say he is apologizing and having to pull out the big apology guns and the I-really-messed-up-with-my-wife gifts: chocolates, flowers, candle-lit bubble baths, dinners, breakfast in bed... he's getting there. However there was no way any bedroom fun was going to take place so this month's TTCing never happened. Which basically means no baby hopes for us anytime soon. Sigh. Big annoying frustrating sigh.

On to some slightly bizarre news... While dealing with the no-baby-hopes, I have been having a strong urge to knit. I can't knit. I have no idea how to knit. But I have a feeling that knitting is going to help me deal with my IF. I don't know why or how, but it's a gut feeling I have so I think I am going to give it a try. I'll let you know how it goes. And don't worry I won't be handing out any of my knitted experiments as Christmas gifts.

Hmmm... it's good to be back. There is so much more I need to share with you! Be back soon.