When my husband and I went to childbirth preparation courses, we learned a lot about them, including various ways to facilitate childbirth and labor. These include massage, which helps to live contractions and relax between them.
In life I love to sing. And during the courses, while telling about the ways of living fights, I was sure that I would sound in labor, distracting from pain or connecting with it, to make it easier. I tried different sounds to taste and understood that I like it.
I had no training fights. Therefore, I did not succeed in checking the sound way of living fights.
And here is the fight!
When for the first time my belly pulled, I suddenly thought that menstruation began. And then she remembered that so characterize the fight. Only yet the nagging pain was much stronger; and really wanted to denigrate the lower abdomen. Pressing a hand helped, it was important that the hands were warm.
My contractions began immediately strong: each fight lasted a minute and repeated after 3 minutes. From such an unexpected intensity, I could not already collect things into the hospital and myself. In the fight, I got on all fours and breathed it out, after it I rested for 3 minutes, gathering my strength.
Husband and massage
My husband, seeing my condition, asked how to help, and I realized that he probably remembers the massage technique from the courses, and his hands are stronger. And she asked me to press harder on the lower abdomen, and then use my other hand to massage the lower back, because I gave it pain enough.
I liked the pose on all fours, so I did not change it while on the bed. Then the spouse massaged with pressing movements up from the pubis with one hand, and the second drove from the tailbone up and down. I was able to fully concentrate on breathing.
After the fight, the spouse collected things and called the taxi, and I stroked the lower abdomen, helping the uterus to relax before the new fight. As soon as I felt the approach of a new contraction, I gave a sign to my husband, and he again pressed on the lower abdomen and lower back with his strong warm hands.
Change of tactics
His movements were soft and damp. And it saved my energy very much, since it was unknown how much longer I need to live in battles. Then my husband changed tactics a bit and began to put a strong fist on the sacrum and the area around him, which blocked the pain even more.
I also remember that if the skin is very rubbed with this, then you can apply a little special oil or cream. For me there was no such problem, because I was only thinking about reducing pain. This can be useful for those whose labor continues for a long time, so that the skin remains intact.
After the fight, my husband began to rub the surface of the legs, facing the inside of the hips, from the groin to the knees, as we were taught in the courses, but this did not bring me any noticeable relief. I continued to stroke the lower abdomen to relieve tension.
All this was happening at home, I was focused on proper breathing, because there were no thoughts about fear and fear. When a taxi arrived, there I sat in the back seat lying on my side, and put my head on my knees to the future dad.
To reduce pain during contractions, I applied a woolen scarf to the lower abdomen and pressed my hand into the contraction, but this brought less relief, because the posture was less comfortable, and my husband’s hands were still stronger and calming for me.
Upon arrival at the maternity hospital, wherever I saw the support, I took a position, with my hands on it, and sagged so that the torso approached the horizontal position, perpendicular to the legs. There it was necessary to say something from me, to do something, and it was difficult to live through the contractions.
I completely forgot about massage there, as well as my husband, which I regret very much, he helped me greatly to live through the pain of contractions with less energy from my body. Apparently, such an impact on our brain had a state institution.
Yes, and the medical staff tried to drive her husband away from me at all, so that he would not hold his hand, because on arrival at the delivery room, 15 minutes had not passed, as I was sent to give birth to the Rakhman’s chair. But my husband kept my hand anyway, I needed it.
Only after the birth, I remembered with a smile how I was preparing to sing in fights. I didn’t want to say another word, I tried to show everything with signs.
So, dear young ladies, listen to your feelings, each of us is a unique individuality!