Born with a Broken Wing

It is my own birth that has brought me to the work that I am currently doing. It has taken me a long time to get here. I still have this image of myself in utero, all excited to be born. I JUST CAN’T WAIT! I’m on a mission and I finally get to live it out! The marching orders are in place! Everything is going as planned. I am wanted and loved by my parents. My development is good. I’m pretty comfy in there and life as I know it is good.

It’s time to be born

The birthing sequence had begun. It was nighttime and my mom told my dad, “I think we need to go to the hospital.” My dad says, “It’s late, let’s not disturb the doctor.” Mom says, “But I think we really need to go.” My dad says,”Let’s wait, the doctor needs his sleep.” My mom didn’t say anything, she waited, until she couldn’t wait any longer.

I was born at 5 in the morning, so I don’t imagine there was much time at the hospital, and she was given Twilight gas, which sedates and also erases the memories.

What happens next is a baby who is stuck

I know there were forceps, lots of tugging, a stuck shoulder, and a broken clavicle. And my body remembered all those experiences. I grew up never liking my doctor, didn’t know why, but my body remembered. I always had issues with my right arm, and no one knew what had happened. I was told that it was a pinched nerve, but I didn’t buy that.

It wasn’t until I was doing my Hypnobaby training that everything fell into place

The whole story unfolded in my body during one of the classes. The instructor talked about Twilight gas and I started crying. I knew what had happened. There had been a physical injury trauma that was a secret. No one ever acknowledged the trauma, the story had never been revealed. Even my mother didn’t know what happened to my arm. So, after the trauma, I was taken away and there was no ability to bond and my body went from fight/flight to a numbing out. There was disassociation and I never connected to my physical body.

I aligned to my Birth Story–

The world is cruel, people get mistreated

I’m not important

There’s got to be something wrong with me

I’m not lovable

It’s not OK to be me

I can’t trust anyone

No one is here for me, I feel rejected

And these beliefs affected all areas of my life–

My relationships

My finances

My health

My enthusiasm to fulfill my mission got lost. I spent all my life trying to please everyone else in order to prove that I was lovable. It wasn’t until I was in my late 40’s that I began the process of transforming my Birth Story. These early imprints were still running havoc in my life. I never fully embraced being in physical form.

From my personal experience, I can say that life is so much better when you integrate all aspects of your being. When that broken wing is fully functional you tap into all your systems and you can soar. You have strength in your physical body, your energetic body and your spiritual body.