I decided a few months ago that I would use the Hypnobirthing techniques during my childbirth. If I was going to spend the $300 on prenatal classes anyway, I might as well put it towards something that would possibly give me a bit of relief during the most painful parts. I found a local instructor and sent in my deposit.
Class tip #1: Try to book directly through the instructor!! While doing my research, I found a “birthing center” offering Hypnobirthing classes for $350. I found the exact same classes through the actual instructor’s website for $250. I saved myself $100 by not going through a middleman. Keep this in mind when shopping for classes!
Since my husband Dan is out of town for almost every single one of my classes, I asked my good friend Shoshana to be my support person and come to my classes. She was amazing and said YES!! I asked her back in December, and the next time I saw her she was full of all this information on how to be a birthing partner, what hypnobirthing is all about, got advice from her colleagues – she had already done more research than I had. #BestChoiceEver.
Excited for our first class, I picked her up and we drove to a Vietnamese restaurant to have dinner beforehand. I timed us exactly 15 minutes to get to the class for 7:30 PM. We were there by 7:22 and as soon as we opened the door to the chiropractic clinic where it was being held, there was a small group of six people sitting in the dimly lit waiting room (I’m not even trying to be dramatic, half the lights in the room were shut off – namely, the ones in the back half of the room where everyone was sitting).
“Hi,” I said awkwardly.
“Hello! We’re just getting started but this is important,” the instructor said. I thought this was kind of weird… like what are we, late or something? After we hung up our coats, we took the last two seats and the instructor carried on with her description of the poster she was holding in her hand. “And that would be the effacing and dilating of the uterus.”
HOW MUCH DID WE MISS???
Class tip #2: Take note of the actual time the class starts so you aren’t LATE.
How embarrassing. I’m never late for stuff like this! The class totally started at 7 PM. Also, everyone was looking at us with puzzled expressions on their faces, and we both knew – Hah! They think we’re lesbians!! This. Is. Awesome. Everyone else was there with their husbands, and since we obviously missed the introductions, no one knows our story. Oh well, we’ll roll with it!
After an introduction on the different substitutions for the regular terminology (like surges = contractions, effacing and dilating = thinning and opening, neonate = newborn), she played us a video of actual hypnobirths. They were so calm and relaxed – NOT how I looked just watching the thing. That was the first time I ever saw a birth video that was so… detailed. I did not expect that big gush of amniotic fluid to follow the baby. I guess I just never thought about it, even though it makes so much sense. But wow. I’m so glad I’m taking this class. Imagine doing that screaming and grunting and just hating the whole experience? I definitely do not want a movie birth.
To close the class, she led us through a short self-hypnosis exercise where we had to picture ourselves going into a kitchen and tasting a lemon. She described every step to us, and it’s weird but I envisioned myself in the kitchen of the house I lived in from 5-16 years old… and I haven’t thought about that kitchen in years. I remembered every single detail about it, down to the ceramic cat cookie jar that hasn’t existed for ages because my sister dropped the lid one day and shattered it.
And that was our first class – short and sweet, but the short part is my fault. Oops. Next class is supposed to be a bit more intense, with a 45 minute hypnosis and pillows and blankets. I’ll be there. At SEVEN.