Smiling during active
labor while my CST practitioner works on my back and my lumberjack of a husband
stands by. No fairy dust or patchouli-encrusted unicorns were involved in this
photo.
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Here’s something you may not have heard. Under most states’
heading of massage therapy is a modality called CranioSacral Therapy (CST). Developed
by Dr. John Upledger in the 1970’s, CST uses a mere 5 grams of pressure, about
the weight of a nickel, to assist the body in self correction and healing. Yes…
sounds like horse pucky. Trust me, my left-brained accountant self thought this
was voodoo medicine when I first heard about it. All I could picture was some
patchouli-encrusted hippy dancing around my energetic fields and throwing fairy
dust on me, while charging $90 for the hour.
Why did I decide to try it out? To “prove” that it was
bogus. I hate when I’m wrong.
My first session was when I was five months pregnant with my
first child and had a wicked headache. The CST practitioner had me reclined face
up, fully clothed, on her table. She ever so gently rested her hands on my
feet, thighs, hips, ribs, shoulders, and then head to get a read on what my
body needed. Then she immediately went to work resting one of her hands on my abdomen
and the other on my tail-bone (sacrum). I was a little annoyed at this point
because I had told her I was there to treat a headache, not have my hips worked
on. While it felt like she was doing nothing, I noticed my headache slowly
subsiding until it was gone. She then moved up to my head and chest and
continued the same light work. Within minutes I was fast asleep only waking
occasionally to the sound of my own snoring. When the session was done I didn’t
really know what she did, but I did feel better all over and my headache was
gone. Huh! Maybe I need to try this again.
Fast-forward to my second pregnancy, I decided make CST a
regular part of my self-care. Not for any issue in particular, just because I
remembered feeling like a better version of myself and thought I could tackle
pregnancy difficulties head on. I
watched in amazement as my son moved from lying transverse to head-down during
one session, and rotated from posterior to anterior during another… again with
only a nickel’s weight worth of pressure. I had no issues with swelling in my
legs, no headaches, and only minimal back pains during the 9 months.
When my CST practitioner asked if I’d be open to her working
on me during labor I jumped at the opportunity. Let me just say that CST is the
closest thing to an epidural I can imagine, and with no negative side effects
to my baby or me. Each time she laid her hands on me, the pain of contractions
seemed to be cut in half. Now I won’t talk your ear off about all of the
details of my 19 hours of active labor fun, but I will say that my midwife
documented that during the few brief hours that my CST practitioner went home
to sleep, my labor slowed. As soon as the practitioner returned and started
working again, my contractions sped up and labor progressed. CST was doing
something.
Now I am not one of those lucky mamas who pops out babies
like a Nerf gun. No no. I felt completely physically wrecked and was nearly
bedridden for two weeks following my 8-pound daughter’s birth. That’s why I was
gobsmacked that just four hours after birthing my 9-pound son, I was cleared to
leave the birthing center and was able to walk out on my own with no
complications. In the wise words of Keanu Reeves, “Whoa.”
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