A birth without fear or pain. Impossible! That is at least what I hear from everyone around me. “Pain that I have never had before”, “Agonizing”, “Painful”. All terms that fall into place. By chance I stumbled over “Hypnobirthing”. A hypnosis program that promises to gently accompany the women through the birth. At first glance very exciting for me. When you think about going through such a precious moment in peace instead of pain. I suspect that we will remember the birth in a completely different way. But are the women then like in a trance and can they still remember the birth at all? We really wanted to know more, and so we talked to Franziska Olm, course instructor of Rundum Hypnobirthing.
It’s time. Suddenly we come to an age where baby swimming, our households and everyone’s wedding becomes our the topics of conversation. I think it’s actually called growing up. And yes, somehow I get to this age where I’m slowly thinking about it. And the more time passes, the more I observe and talk to recent mothers. Everyone says the same thing. Birth is an overwhelming experience, an inexplicable miracle. Sometimes it just seems to me that women are lonely or overwhelmed and need support. More than a midwife can give. This is exactly what a Doula is for. Someone who has an open ear for worries and fears and also supports in the household a bit. For me an absolute must in my future pregnancy. We met with Laurie, a very special Doula from Berlin and wanted to learn more about her and this exciting profession.
Maybe it was youthful carelessness, maybe curiosity, truth is that my best friend and I decided to travel across Mexico for four weeks. Yes, two women all alone in Mexico. Why not? Probably the heart of all concerned mothers will now stop for a short moment. Especially because that’s not the whole story. The plan was to sleep on strangers’ couches every night.
She can’t breathe. Trying to gasp for air. A rope is tied around her throat. She tries to free herself. With every breath she feels the narrowness. The pulse stops when he touches her. Millions of insects crawl, crawl and spread over her body. When he slowly strokes her shoulder, each of her limbs shrugs.
Women. We are loving, courageous, strong and self-confident … At least that’s how we appear on the outside. But are we really? Or are they just masks that we wear every day? I know great women who are perfect inside and out. They seem strong, charming and courageous. But when we enter into soul talk mode, it comes to light what these women really think about themselves: “I have no talents”, “I’m too fat”, “I’m incapable of relationships”. These are the first lines Daniela Batista des Santos writes for a blog post for Im Gegenteil. Strong and true words. That makes it all the more important that we enter into a healthy dialogue with ourselves. Dani is a coach and the founder of the Circle of Wonderwomen in Hamburg. We talked with her to find out what do we need to have a healthy relationship with ourselves.
I’m naive. Very much. I didn’t notice that before, because I could blame it on my age. There it was still justified. Childlike carelessness. “Yes well, she’s still 17, she’s still learning that,” they said at the time. Meanwhile I’m 27 and it hasn’t got any better. Their head shaking. Always the same. And then there’s this slightly suggested smile and this: “Sweet.” Continue reading “Thoughts: I’m naive and I’m fine with it.”→
“Bei dem Wort Liebe fangen meine Augen an zu glühen.”
Ich bin naiv. Sogar sehr. Früher ist das nicht so aufgefallen, da konnte ich das noch auf mein Alter schieben. Da war es noch gerechtfertigt. Kindlicher Leichtsinn halt. „Ja gut, sie ist ja noch 17, sie lernt das schon noch“, haben sie damals gesagt. Mittlerweile bin ich 27 und es ist kein Stück besser geworden. Dieses Kopfschütteln. Immer dasselbe. Und dazu noch dieses leicht angedeutete Lächeln und dieses: „Süß.“ Continue reading “Thoughts: Ich bin naiv und das ist gut so”→
But who is making all the decisions at the end of the day?
“I don’t know what I want to do yet, not when, not how.” This is one of the most frequent sentences I’ve heard in Berlin when it comes to partnerships, work or life. “Maybe it’s better if we see where things go , what comes up, and then we’ll figure everything out “. It all sounds plausible, to let things happen and taking them as they come. So effortless and simple. But who is making all the decisions at the end of the day?
It was checkmate for me, like usual in two moves. And so they roll along the floor. The lonely figures. Until I pick them up, so I can lose again. We like to play unequal games. So I wait, wait until a miracle happens. Continue reading “Fiction: Waiting”→