Although
all 40 weeks of pregnancy are very important in the development of the
embryo/fetus/baby, to us getting through the first twelve weeks were crucial.
We had made it to ten weeks the first time.
Ananda
went for her hCG blood tests every two days, and we saw good doubling of values
which thankfully continued. Still it
seemed to take for ever to get to the ten week mark and beyond.
At
twelve weeks we went for a scan :
I
think both of us were so awestruck by this scan that we hardly spoke. Things
were looking great for us and the embryo.
We were so happy. It looked like we had gotten through the first
trimester and could maybe start to relax and little, and start to dream a bit
bigger.
We
planned to call our families to tell them the good news, as up to that point we
had only told Ananda's mother. Unfortunately, I got a call first from my family the next
morning. My mam back in the UK was seriously ill. She had just that day been
diagnosed with terminal late-stage gall bladder cancer. She had been told she might only have 6
months left to live. However, following a phone call with her consultant in the
UK, if appeared that she may only have a few days left if they could not clear
the blockage in her liver that was causing her liver to fail.
It’s
impossible to put into any coherent order the mish-mash of emotions that I went
through at this point. The day before I was so happy because of the scan and
going to be a Dad; the next I’m told my mam will either die very soon, or at
about the same time our baby is to be born. What would I do if those two
extreme life events occurred at the same time but 19,000 miles apart? Would I
be forced to choose between being there for my wife and new baby or saying
goodbye to my mam for the last time? Should I tell mam about the pregnancy or
is that too selfish?
Most
of this roller-coaster of emotions was overshadowed by the sad fact that more
than likely my Mam would never get to meet her new grandchild, and this made
Ananda and I both so sad. So very sad. She was such a great mother, grandmother
and great-grandmother. We had only just lost my Father 18 months earlier, so
this just felt like too cruel a blow to handle.
I
took a leave of absence from work and flew to the UK the next day. It felt terrible to leave Ananda behind, it
really did. Fortunately I was able to spend a good four weeks looking after my
mam and being with our family as we tried to make her remaining time as
comfortable and loving as possible. Mam
passed away peacefully at home in June as Ananda and I were on our way to
England to celebrate her 80th birthday.
After
returning from Mam’s funeral we started thinking and planning for the birth of
our baby. We wanted to be surprised as to its gender so when we went for scans
that was the first thing we told the nurses.
One
of the plus points from moving to New Zealand was that child birth was mid-wife
led and not seen as a medical issue. Conception had certainly been a medical
issue for us, but that was where we wanted the “medical” care to end, thank you
very much. We had our cake and we wanted
to eat it. We interviewed a bunch of midwives, all of whom would be supportive of
our choices regarding the birth of our baby.
Ananda
says she has always wanted to have a hypno-birthing delivery ever since she
was a teenager, and surprisingly to me that idea found fertile ground with me.
The mail brought us a book called “ Hypno Birthing – The Mongan Method” by
Marie Mongan.
I
grabbed it and read it before Ananda did, and after about 14 pages I could see
why this approach to birth appealed to Ananda.
Ananda has been a long-time meditater (we both still meditate twice a
day), and since the premise of hypno-birthing is getting your body into a
deeply relaxed and meditative state, I thought it would be a breeze for her.
The
book came with a CD with some relaxation techniques in it, each one about 10-20
minutes long. The second time we listened to it was when we were going to bed
one night. I woke up feeling so refreshed and relaxed thinking that it was the
best night sleep I had ever had – only to find out it was only 40 minutes
later. I too was hooked.
We
went to a hypno-birthing class here in Hamilton, and were given some further
guidance and techniques to use over a course of two weekends. I had a big part
to play in this role as I would be the facilitator, the voice that Ananda would
hear as I was inducing her into a deeply relaxed state. The voice that Ananda would hear guiding her
through the stages of labour. Quite a responsibility for me, so one that I was
going to commit to 110%.
At
some stage in the pregnancy we started considering the option of using
hypno-birthing at home and using a birthing pool. We read lots of positive home-birth stories on
line and in magazines, and along with what we learned at anti-natal class and
from the Home Birth Association, this felt like the final piece in the puzzle
to make our plan complete. Our mid-wives said they preferred home births as they were more relaxing and magical.
So
along with going to the anti-natal classes once a week, we were also practicing
our hypno-birthing techniques at home. I
remember at the first anti-natal class I stood alone in saying that I thought
the day of child birth would be a relaxing day. A verbal affirmation of a
mental affirmation Ananda and I were practicing every day. As I’ve said before
I’m a big believer in the power of the mind. People probably thought I was nuts
saying that – you’ll have to read Part 4 tomorrow to see if that came true!
The
pregnancy was going quite smoothly now. Ananda, once the morning sickness had
passed, was doing really well. She failed the glucose test a couple of times,
but passed the more sophisticated glucose test each time. Does anyone pass the
stupid glucose test?
Because
we were IVF we did have to visit the hospital on occasion for scans. The
hospital and staff there were the epitome of why we did not want a hospital
birth in the first place. Such a culture of fear, where they always painted the
worst possible picture for us: “Oh your baby’s too big”, “Oh they may have a
kidney defect”. I know they were only trying to do their jobs.
I still
remember the shocked look on the Dr’s face when she asked us what dates we
wanted to be booked into the hospital for birth. “We’re having the baby at
home”. Cue Dr’s jaw hitting the floor.
The
final straw for me at the hospital was with Ananda almost full term. We were
told that the baby was going to be so big “about 12 pounds” that Ananda would
have to be induced and/or have a C-section. I came out of that meeting feeling
terrible and worried that Ananda would change her mind about the home birth.
“Don’t worry” she reassured me “I don’t listen to what she says anymore.” Sigh.
The cavalry arrived from California in early October in the shape of Ananda’s mom, Gay,
(note the American vernacular for mam) and our dear niece Carsyn. Carsyn and
Gay were both given jobs to do in the event that Ananda went into labour, (note the non-American vernacular), whilst
they were here. That included how to
blow up the birthing pool, where it was going to go and how it was to be
filled. We also went through our “birthing plan”, both for at home and if we
DID have to go to the hospital. (Although dead set against it I believe that
“failing to plan is planning to fail” so we had a plan for each scenario.)
Included
in the Army-like drills that I would spring on them at any time of day or
night, was the hypno-birthing relaxation techniques. At this stage I would
practice two or three times a week putting Ananda into a relaxed state. Gay and
Carsyn also joined in too, as did Sunny the Dog. It seemed to work well on
everyone, man and beast! I could see that the more we practiced the quicker and
deeper Ananda was becoming “hypnotised”. You could tell from the change in her
breathing pattern, and how difficult it was to bring her out of it when
practice had finished!
I
was a stickler for practicing under “exam like conditions” so that included
listening to the “Peace and Quiet” CD of
music by Jeff Clarkson, and using the aromatherapy scent that Ananda had found
to be the most relaxing – rose – just like her middle name.
With
Gay and Carsyn we also re-watched a hypno-birthing video of an actual birth
which was so calm and serene and beautiful, just so they had an idea of what to
expect. I always teared up watching
this.
To
complete our “weird-hippy-Californian” approach to our child birth we ordered a
bunch of homeopathy supplements and some tie-died t-shirts. Well maybe not. The
kit came with about 13 different vials, and a guideline telling us which pills
to use at different parts of labour.
We
were all set. My scripts and prompts for the hypno-birthing were laminated, and
everything in place. The due date came and went, and unfortunately Carsyn had
to return home. Gay remained. The hospital were more insistent that Ananda
would have to be induced if we went more than a week over our due date. Primrose oil was taken both orally and
suppository like, acupuncture was tried, raspberry leaf tea consumed and natural prostaglandins
applied. (I let you figure out what that means!). And, as before, we waited.
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