It was my Charles's birthday yesterday. He's 9 years old. So for a few days I spent reminiscing about our beginnings.
I always like to talk about it to perhaps lessen certain taboos/fears.
During my second pregnancy, we sometimes take less time. My way of enjoying it rhymed with the prenatal yoga I set aside each week to connect with my baby and also with my self-hypnosis preparation. Wow. Both.
Taking 40-50 minutes each day to prepare new neurolinguistic circuits to bypass possible pain, and it was also taking refuge in my ideal place and projecting my dreams with my own. Each appointment, alone with baby in a shelter on my land, was a blessing. And what about childbirth! In the early morning, gently and joyfully, I announced to my boyfriend that I was going to give birth, we were able to drop Louis off at school, telling him that he would have his brother that day, and leave for this famous hospital, baby-friendly, which I love for having given birth there 3 times, without ever having wished for another place, on the contrary (it is there that the mother doctors suggested that I sleep with baby and breastfeed him as desired, favoring contact, skin to skin, births without violence, that is to say, without neon lights, without reflexes too abrupt for the baby, with rather an enveloping softness that we no longer want to leave until the nurses who sing and warm our newborns).
Here comes the first taboo to break. In concert with my lover's wishes, I wanted to experience the preparation alone, until giving birth alone (in our relationship, there was no need to cut the cord). He came to see me to validate as often as his walk in the autumn sun guided him towards me. I also mentioned to the doctor that I preferred to be alone in my self-hypnosis until the moment when I needed it, and that everything was orchestrated for 20 minutes when the hypnosis worked less well :))))).
And as soon as Charles arrived, my boyfriend came to greet him with joy. As I was trembling all over, probably because I had given birth naturally and quickly, I asked him to do the skin-to-skin contact for me, and it was in his arms that Charles opened his eyes. Very touching! For what followed, it was also a big taboo and yet so natural,
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