A diaphragm powered by an ocean wave: how singing through labor made me epic #Birth stories#childbirth#nerdy#planned unmedicated childbirth January 30 | Guest post by Katie Swindler By: rp72 – CC BY 2.0 I've always hoped that I would one day discover that I am an epic warrior with hidden powers. If it was ever up to me to save the world, I know I'd be righteous, clever, brave and able to endure suffering and immense challenges so that Good can triumph. Thing is, my life has been sadly lacking wise old wizards with world-saving quests, so I've rarely had a chance to put my epic-ness to the test. Even before I got pregnant, I thought to myself: "I bet I can make it through without an epidural. Yeah, I'm definitely going to try that." When I got pregnant, I took my "training" very seriously. My husband and I took the unmedicated birth class, I read the books, we watched the videos and I learned and practiced a variety of breathing and pain management techniques. It was no Dance Master Syrio from Game of Thrones, but I was still totally stoked to be on the journey to the birth of my baby girl. Of course, this is my first child we're talking about, and even Buffy had magicians backing her up, so I figured I wouldn't lose any warrior cred if I put myself to the test within the walls of one of the most technically advanced neonatal hospitals in the country. That way if something, Gandalf forbid, should go wrong, the best wizards doctors in the world are right there to save the day. When my water broke I was like "YES! Here we go! Let's do this thing!" As my contractions started to ramp up, I started my breathing exercises, but they made me feel light-headed and weak. I started focusing on my body and how weird it felt and how it hurt. With each contraction, I found myself getting less sure of myself — I was feeling worse and worse. I was focusing on my insides, not on my goal, my quest, of bringing my daughter safely into this world. I was starting to doubt myself. I was getting scared. So I did what I often do when I'm feeling scared — I sang: "Whenever I feel afraid I hold my head erect And whistle a happy tune So no one will suspect, I'm afraid…" Related Post From water to bed: our water-turned-hospital birth story A sob escaped before the tears had a chance to start flowing in reaction to what my midwife was telling me. My wife, Kate, held... Read more As the next contraction hit me, I pushed through. I kept singing. I focused on the words and the melody and making a beautiful sound — holding out the notes fully and filling up our bedroom and my belly with round, gorgeous tones. I stood up straight with my legs slightly apart and a bit bent — it's what my body wanted to do anyway. I pushed my diaphragm down like my choir teacher always taught me. I remembered the phrase that is drilled into all Sopranos: "think down to go up." And before the first verse was finished, I found my center, my source of power. It was like magic. For me, singing during a contraction was like singing with your diaphragm powered by an ocean wave. It was several minutes before my next contraction came on and by that time, my husband was back in the room. "Can you push on my back?" I asked him. He was eager to help. As the contraction intensified I started singing: "Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way…" And God love my husband, even though it was March, he didn't even ask, he just joined right in: "Oh what fun it is to ride On a one horse open sleigh, HEY!" We sang rock songs, and musicals, Christmas carols and spirituals. As each contraction approached, I just opened my mouth and sang whatever song came out. If he knew the words he sang along, if not he'd just hum or press against my back. We sang for several hours at home. When my contractions were close enough together, we sang through a very uncomfortable car ride to the hospital. We sang softly in the waiting room and on into the delivery room. As I moved from active labor to transition, it got harder. I remember sobbing out Swing Low Sweet Chariot during a particularly painful contraction and hearing my husband trying to suppress a sob of his own. I knew he was scared and feeling helpless and it woke up my inner warrior. I switched from songs to battle roars. I let the sound move through my body, taking the pain and fear away from me. I thought "down, down, down" as I pushed the air out. I let the sound move through my body, taking the pain and fear away from me. I thought "down, down, down" as I pushed the air out. Not pushing down, just keeping myself centered and strong, feeling the baby sinking closer and closer to the gateway to the world. I don't know how long I was in that state. Hours I think. Standing in the birthing room shower. Roaring, riding the waves, moving out my breath laced with power and sound and raw determination. Feeling the water running down my back and my husband's hands on my hips. And then suddenly, the real power came. The Push. They had told me not to push, told me it was too soon. But there is no reasoning with The Push. This is primal power, ancient and uncompromising. I am Woman. I am Gaia. I am birthing the World. I reached, with effort, for language. "I need to push," I said hoarsely just before another contraction hit, taking me away for a while, back to The Push. "No, Katie." I heard the midwife say through a fog. "It's too soon. I doubt you're dilated enough yet. You don't want to push yet." "CHECK ME." They helped me on the birthing bed, and I heard a surprised, "There's the baby's head!" And then she told me I could push. Fuck right I can. Pushing is the quietest I am all night. Every ounce of effort went to The Push. I didn't send any of that effort away on a breath. The midwife told me not to even blow out my cheeks. All the significant energy that had been building all evening is focused on a single goal now. Opening the gateway. Pushing the baby into the world. Once. Breath. Twice. Breath. Three times. I could see her dark hair in the mirror briefly. I wanted to hold her with every fiber of my being. I didn't know how much longer I can keep this up. I pushed. She came through. She was in my arms. I should have been crying — women in the movies always cry. I think Jake was crying. But I was just laughing and saying, "Hello! I'm your mommy. I love you so much. This is your daddy. Look at her! Look at her. Oh my God. We love you. We love you. We love you." So, now I know what kind of epic warrior I am — I'm a Battling Bard. I weave songs into power and strength. I have tapped into the primal woman hidden inside me. I wielded her ancient magic for the forces of Good. I triumphed. I made the world a better place. In a room with three people I made a fourth suddenly appear without the help of magic floo powder or a wardrobe or even a wand. Just a song. I am woman. Hear me sing. Reporter Name * Reporter Email * Original text Enter the original text here. Edited text* Enter your suggested copyedit here. Notes You can add a note for the editor here. * Required information. Fix Typo Guest post written by Katie Swindler I'm a geeky new mom in Chicago who loves crafting, theatre and making websites. I'm addicted to crafting blogs and I sing every chance I get. I hope my daughter learns to make - whether it's websites or popsicle-stick cabins covered in glitter or just a whole lot of noise - as long as she's making, I will be happy. http://fearlesscrafts.wordpress.com/ PREVIOUS From mod to modern: '60s-era dresser makeover NEXT I became a parent by straightening a bathroom towel Show/Hide comments [ 33 ] Beautiful story, beautifully written. Thank you for sharing. Dancing and humming were my ways of keeping strong and focused during labor. Never even thought to sing, even though my husband & I sing a lot. Wonderful approach. I'll have to remember that. 7 agree Reply This was so wonderful to read! Thank you for sharing this empowering tale. 7 agree Reply sobbing at my desk this morning. AWESOME story! I too gave birth in a just a few pushes, the midwife didn't believe me but there he was, bursting out! 6 agree Reply What a beautiful birth story! <3 1 agrees Reply Epic birth story is epic. 15 agree Reply So, SO beautiful. I was bawling when I read the description of when she finally came out! I love singing; I may have to try this in May! 4 agree Reply I feel like skipping across the interwebs and HUGGING YOU! 9 agree Reply [%RUN PROGRAM% 'Cyber Hug' /%] 4 agree Reply Sitting here, 37 plus weeks pregnant, feeling totally empowered by your story. I am inspired. Thank you for sharing. 6 agree Reply same here – 38 weeks, a former singer myself, and ready to get this sprout out. this story was fantastic. Reply I'm planning a natural hospital birth, and just this morning was wishing for more support and guidance. Your story was just the inspiration I needed. Thank you so much for sharing. 2 agree Reply What an amazing birth story – it made me cry in a good way. "Think down to go up" is a powerful mantra in a lot of situations. 3 agree Reply Wow – that is pretty deep, isn't it!? LOL – thanks so much! Reply SO beautiful. I'm blinking back tears here. Epic story is indeed epic, and so powerful. 6 agree Reply Welp. There go the tears. Right down my cheeks. I used to sing to calm my nerves in line for roller coasters, so this story is definitely getting filed away for later use. Thank you so much for sharing. 3 agree Reply Thanks so, so much for the kind words everyone! Glad you enjoyed it! And good luck to all you preggers! You're going to be amazing!!! Reply Thanks so, so much for the kind words everyone! Glad you enjoyed it! And good luck to all you preggers! You're going to be amazing!!! 1 agrees Reply I've never commented before – I'm crying. This is do beautiful and so much lik my birth story. Thank you!! 2 agree Reply This was amazing! Your birth story is so empowering! 2 agree Reply This has got to be one of my favorite birth stories, like, ever. And I'm a total birth story junkie. <3 Thanks for sharing this awesome epic journey! 11 agree Reply Your voice is so beautiful! 1 agrees Reply Amazing story. Thanks for sharing. And you're amazing. <3 1 agrees Reply And there is the prick of tears in my eyes. Amazing story. 1 agrees Reply Yes. This. It's a great story and so fucking beautifully written. You are a Bard, indeed, ma'am. Your writing is absolutely gorgeous. 1 agrees Reply From one Battling Bard to another, welcome to the sisterhood, and congratulations on the birth of your daughter. Magnificent. Reply Thank you for making me cry at work. What an amazing, beautiful, magical story. I am in love with all the quests you mentioned (and more) and this has me so amped up for a quest of my own. Thank you, thank you, thank you, fellow Warrior Woman!!! 1 agrees Reply Wow. Just wow. This is one birth story that will definitely stick with me. 🙂 1 agrees Reply Amazing birth story and beautifully written – made me cry! Inspiring. Will remember this for May 🙂 Reply I love this story!!!! I'm a trained singer–though it's been a good year since I've really done it–and now I totally want to try this approach whenever we have our first kid. Amazing story, and totally inspiring. LOVE! Reply I LOVE this story! I texted my bestie immediately as we sing to each other when we're having bad days (I'm horrible at singing but she has an AMAZING voice) and told her that she HAS to be with me for my first born so we can try the singing to get me (us really, lol) through it! Reply This was beautiful. Thanks so much for sharing!! I'm not sure if its pregnancy hormones or what but I'm just uncontrollably crying happy tears. LOL. I'm glad my boyfriend is at work or this could be a really embarrassing situation ;p Reply I read birth stories quite regularly. They usually will make me smile. Sometimes they make me sad. Or angry (if someone was mistreated, obviously). I don't quite know why, but the power of your words shook me to the point of crying. It's a beautiful story. I wish I had one like it to share. Maybe if I had tried singing . . . But anyway, seriously. Go, mama! Reply Katie, you are an amazing woman and your story is both epic and intimate. You truly are a Battling Bard and your daughter is fortunate to have a mama who shows her strength through song. Reply Join the conversation Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Notify me of follow-up comments by email. 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