As my third Chicago winter rolls on I am having to dig deep to stay warm. I am so glad I have yoga to keep me moving. I don’t know how I would deal if I didn’t. Especially Prenatal Yoga. It’s been almost a year since I went to San Francisco to complete my Prenatal Teacher Training last March and I have been teaching Prenatal Yoga a couple of times a week, in addition to my other classes, since then. Teaching Prenatal Yoga is a completely different mindset and a nice change of pace from my Vinyasa teaching schedule. The participants are in a different mental space and the sequences are much different. Don’t get me wrong these women are strong and they are preparing for running their upcoming marathon: AKA birth. They are building stamina for labor and for motherhood, but at the same time there is always the importance of release and softening which is also pertinent for the birth of their child.
I had a pregnant mother come up to me this week after class, she has been practicing yoga with me since her first trimester, and she came to tell me ‘goodbye.’ Her baby is breech and within the last couple weeks it was decided that she would have a C-Section and therefore she knew that she would have her baby this Monday. I felt so many emotions in that moment, first, that our relationship would end for the formidable future (this obviously happens a lot and I miss all the pregnant ladies after they deliver) and as we looked at each other it seemed to really sink in that she was going to meet her baby this Monday. Words couldn’t really express that realization. Birth is a miracle no matter how it takes place and I am so happy I get to be a small part of the process…Especially this winter.