I woke up this morning and gazed up at the beautiful belly cast that is fixed to my bedroom wall. It’s my son’s 7th Birthday in four days and has been a time of reflection about our story and as I've written about here - the feelings I was left with after my second birth.
When it comes to pregnancy and birth, my experience is that every woman has a story to tell; sometimes it’s about the journey to conception, others have a strong story about their own entry in to the world or it might be about the lived experience of giving birth; whatever it is, it’s unique and it’s yours.
Weaved within our own stories, we carry other peoples too; these tales might be right at the very surface of our conscious mind, but more often than not, stories about birth and motherhood are buried much deeper.
And like anything, the obvious stories and memories are much easier to make sense of, however, there are subtleties that we pick up from all sorts of sources which influence our feelings and are far less obv...
Hypnobirthing is an investment – whichever way you do it.
So when I was recently tagged in a post about hypnobirthing on a facebook Mum’s group, I found myself thinking a lot more about both my own value and yours too!
I find the price wars deeply uncomfortable and it's sometimes hard to really articulate the value of hypnobirthing among the posts which sometimes feel like the 'hard sell'.
With this said, I'm always so grateful to be tagged and I also know it’s a brilliant platform for Mum’s to find out info and most importantly to get a real flavour for the many options available.
Beyond a quick hello though, I normally duck out quite quickly because my instinct is that if I’m the right person for you and you are for me – then you will pick up the phone and call me or drop me a text and we can chat.
On this occasion though this latest post got my goat a little and initially I wasn't sure why.
It wasn't down to the usual price war shit, which is no different to other things I guess...