On Friday, I had an email from El (also known as Weeza), entitled No jokes about ‘opening like a flower’!
I’ve won a course in hypnobirthing through a – website Good grief!, she said, excitedly. “Oh fabulous – shall we call the baby Omlet?” I wrote back, and there was a pause while I read the website. I was typing again when I had her next email Splendid! The tutor’s called Helianthe… !. “I was just that very moment about to email you and say that! Even more spookily, I’ve just bought some sunflowers* from Al to take to friends tonight” I said. Cosmic & spooky indeed! Or as Pugsley would say, Scary!
My reply was obvious “Can I blog about it? ;-)”
Weeza girlie, she say Yes! Although, apparently, Phil is quite concerned to think it’s become public knowledge; that is, in the family. What he would say if he knew I was telling you, I don’t like to think. Until now, I’ve had a good relationship with my son-in-law.
El added My yoga guy tries to get us chanting occasionally and baby flipps out at his Yammmmm mantra. I can’t bring myself to do it outloud but I make suitable vibrations in my throat instead and baby goes flippy! Perhaps omlet’s the name after all?
Regarding the website, the bit that puzzles me slightly is this – “Returns childbirth to the beautiful, peaceful experience that nature intended”. Um, I’m not sure it really ever did. I was woken early on Sunday morning by an awful screeching sound. It was a bird in torment and I leapt to the window and peered out to see if a cat or fox had caught a chicken or pheasant. Then came the cackle of triumphant relief – the egg had been successfully laid.
Anyway, I rather want to try hypnobirthing, but there’s an obvious ‘however’. Maybe I should learn the techniques in case of a tricky session at the dentist?
*Helianthus is the botanical name for sunflower, from the Greek helios, meaning sun. I rather hope that Helianthe has a sister called Phoebe, which is the moon.