I had music on constantly, stuff that makes me feel happy/has good memories attached to it/makes me laugh. I think DS might have been born to Ghostbusters
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I did my very best to stay relaxed and unfrightened. Every time I felt scared I pushed it back down and distracted myself with something else. I read a lot of books about natural births and refused to read/watch/ listen to any scare stories the second time around.
I concentrated on the baby inside me and talked to him, encouraged him and told him how I'd be seeing him soon. We were a team and working together to get him born.
I kept telling myself that it would be over soon. I focused on points in the future, happy days to come e.g meeting his older sister, learning to talk etc right up to being at his wedding day. I imagined the look on my mum's face when she met him for the first time, the first cuddle.
DS was born at home and I insisted on having low lights on, nothing bright. DH covered the sofa with shower curtains and towels and wrapped each cushion individually. I made myself a little cave space and curled up in there on my own away from everyone else where I felt safe and warm. With DD (hospital), the bright lights and exposed position really unsettled me.
I listened to my body and got myself into almost a trance state after a while. In one position I was in agony and it turned out I had a cervical lip. The midwife started to tell me what to do but I automatically turned onto my back, the pain went and he was born a few minutes later.
When a contraction was building I imagined a little boat climbing the peak of a wave and just as it got unbearable I imagined it sailing back down again. I imagined pushing it along with my long slow breaths.