She contacted me quickly and therefore got the appointment. She described herself as specialising in pregnancy right from conception to labour which was good enough for me, you just don't know until you meet these alternative therapists in my experience so there's no point in looking too much into qualifications and things. Some of them have hundreds of pieces of paper with their name and qualification on them but they just don't meet expectations and some of them might be largely self taught but they are brilliant.
Admittedly, when you turn up for an appointment and find yourself pulling up at someone's house it's a bit off putting but as long as they have a nice little room to practice in you soon forget about it. Once the door closes you could be anywhere.
So, we pulled up at this house (James was driving and waiting) and I knocked on the door to be met by the therapist who seemed to want to turn me away as I was literally 2 minutes early because she wanted me to park in the same space that was occupied by her current patient but once I explained my husband was waiting in the car she ushered me in and past the other patient who seemed to be having some kind of public speaking therapy and stuck me in a little room upstairs.
I was waiting briefly until she returned to begin the session.
As always, she was a women of about 45-55 who was slender. Normally they are slender and sinewy but she was just slender and had a really nice petite frame, unfortunately she still had the same affliction that they all have - a very rumbling stomach. It's easy to be thin when you skip meals I guess, but I hate having to listen to their stomachs rumbling throughout the appointment.
She sat opposite me and started asking questions and making notes. Any health problems? Any supplements? Any previous therapies?
I wasn't going to mention the IVF, but the reason for attending acupuncture previously kind of lead to us having a prolonged ttc and then that lead to the IVF. I told her it was male factor incase she was adding 2+2 and coming out with 5 but that lead to her asking what was wrong with the sperm which made me feel defensive. I just said "everything". What was the point in elaborating when she wouldn't understand or be able to draw any conclusions and he was sitting in the bloody car anyway.
Then she started squirming and making excuses for what she was about to ask which gets on my nerves. I like straight talking. Just ask!
Finally she asked... "How is your sex life?". "Non-existent, since I got pregnant". "How was your sex life before?". "Less often than before the IVF". "Yes but how was it? Any problems?".
By this point I'm starting to lose the will to live. I didn't have any problem answering, I simply didn't know what she wanted to know but she was acting as if I was uncomfortable talking about it because it's sex. I still don't know what she was fishing for. We had sex and it had the desired effect on both of us - what else is there to know?! I certainly wasn't going to part with any more personal information about James.
Then it was time to get on the bed.
Maybe the more astute of you have already realised that the the title refers to acupressure and homeopathy, but I sought her out as a hypnotherapist. That is pretty much how the appointment panned out, not a shred of hypnotherapy occurred.
She started by raising my arm from the elbow and me sticking my thumb out to the side while she wobbled it. Then she dropped it and went to my feet and poked them a bit before returning to my arm again. Apparently it wobbled less the second time which was good. She then repeated it another time.
The order of what followed I can't remember, but she spent some time cradling my head in different places and vigorous tapping my chest bone and my feet.
She explained about asking the baby to rotate into the right position and at one point asked me to visualise it while she continued tapping.
She noted that my socks were too tight on my feet and could be restricting energy flow.
Then she produced a tiny round pill box and inside was a single tiny white ball and asked if she could place it underneath my tongue. I asked her what it was and she cutely replied "homeopathy" so I repeated myself and enquired what it actually was.
I was a bit surprised when she refused to tell me and instead requested that I wait until my next appointment so that I don't go away and google it in the meantime.
What choice did I have? So I accepted and it went under my tongue while she did some more tapping.
I had done some research previously so figured I already probably knew what it was. The only thing that came up when I was looking into turning baby was something called Pulsatilla and is linked to the uterus. I have read some pretty scary stuff about it being associated with contractions and bleeding but one tiny pill seems to be the minimum dosage and I still would have tried it independently if necessary.
It's still outrageous not to tell me when I asked.
She asked if my mum was excited about my pregnancy so I told her I'm not talking to my mother and then she wanted me to think about my mum while she did more tapping.
Then she repeated the hand wobble thing and cradling my head and that was it - time to get up.
I had to hold my arm out and she flicked the side, centre and other side of my bump. Then she did something to my arm from the side and repeated the flicking, muttering something about it just being the centre but that was now better.
I paid her £50 and she gave me an appointment for two weeks time and said only one baby hadn't turned in that time and a csec was required. When she met the baby she was sure of a very stubborn personality.
She also mentioned "hypno babies" coming earlier than other babies.
If he turns before two weeks then I'm to cancel the appointment and if not then she'll move onto hypnotherapy.
In the meantime I'm to ask her to turn and visualise it happening in which ever direction feels easiest.
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