We practiced breathing exercises in our last birth class. These,
apparently, help the laboring mother concentrate on her breathing
rather than the fact that she is in unworldly pain.
One of the exercises is interactive. The "birthing partner" recites
numbers, and both partner and mother breathe deep, pain-forgetting,
relaxing breaths together.
The instructor chirped our start signal. "Okay, partners, go!"
My husband looked at me.
"Two!"
Whoooooooo. Whoooooo. Two breaths out.
"Three!"
Whooooo. Whooooo. Whooooo. We breathed together.
"Two!" Two breaths. "Five!" Five breaths. "Four!" Four breaths.
"e!"
I burst out laughing, my husband joining me. The instructor frowned at
us, but we were too convulsed in laughter to finish the exercise.
"But he said an irrational number," I giggled, trying to mollify the instructor.
"Ah," she said, smiling tightly. I don't think my explanation helped.
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3 comments:
I'm surprised Hubby & I never got kicked out of Lamaze. We were always cracking up at inappropriate moments:)
I can't see how you can help cracking up at the wrong time! This stuff is *funny*.
I think it helps both parents something to do other than think about the pain. It's a wonderful routine. Someone actually had to tell me to stop counting after our second kid was born.
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