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Helpful Birth Affirmations

I put all fear aside as I prepare for the birth of my baby.

I am relaxed and happy that my baby is finally coming to me.

I am focused on a smooth easy birth.

I trust my body to know what it is to do.

My mind is relaxed, my body is relaxed.

I feel confident. I feel safe. I feel secure.

My muscles work in complete harmony to make birthing easier.

I feel a natural anesthesia flowing through my body.

I relax as we move quickly and easily through each stage of birth.

My cervix opens outward and allows my baby to ease down.

I fully relax and turn my body over to Nature. (Hashem, G-d, Shekhinah)

I see my baby coming smoothly from my womb.

I breathe and eliminate tension.

I turn my birthing over to my baby and my body.

I see my breath filling a magnificent balloon.

I am prepared to meet whatever turn my birthing takes.

My baby moves gently along in it's journey.

Each surge in my body brings my baby closer to me.

I deepen my relaxation as I move further into labor.

I am totally relaxed and at ease.

I meet each surge only with my breath.

My body is at east.

I bring myself into deeper relaxation.

I welcome my baby with happiness and joy.

I give birth smooth, fast, and easily.

I am filled with joy and love for my baby.

I have lots of room for my baby to be born.

My mind, body and spirit work in harmony to birth my baby.

My body works perfectly.

I believe in birth.

I believe in myself.

I listen to my body and my heart.

I listen to my intuition. 


 

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