If you’ve read my youngest daughter Sasha’s story, then you’ve already been introduced to the phrase craniosacral therapy. Until we moved to San Diego, I had never heard of it and I thought I was pretty well-versed in alternative approaches to wellness given my ongoing fascination with the mind, body, spirit connection.
As a quick overview, craniosacral therapy is a form of bodywork that uses gentle touch to manipulate the synarthrodial joints of the cranium. In other words, joints that permit little to no movement. Practitioners of craniosacral therapy may also apply light touches to a patient’s spine and pelvis. Practitioners believe this manipulation regulates the flow of cerebrospinal fluid (the fluid found in your brain and spine).
So what does all of this have to do with Sasha? In a nutshell, Sasha spent the first three years of her life with chronic ear infections which eventually led to tubes, RSV, two bouts of pneumonia back-to-back and some crazy mono-like virus that sent us in and out of the hospital twice with 106 degree fevers. Because of all of this, the slightest sinus congestion would turn into an ear infection and the slightest cough would move into her lungs.
While trips to the chiropractor paired with essential oils were doing their job in helping her fight through various illness (along with antibiotics when needed of course), we couldn’t get her immune system to a different place until Melinda came along. When my neighbor told me about Melinda, she promptly said “she’s expensive but worth every penny.” I didn’t know what the price tag was nor did I want to know. I was on my last nerve and would pay anything I could to help get Sasha to a better place.
After patiently waiting for two months to see Melinda, in walked a tall blonde woman in her 60s who looked like she had just come from a cover shoot for Vogue. Chic clothes, chunky jewelry and hip glasses were surrounded by a massage table, Chinese herbs and acupuncture needles. I knew immediately that I was going to love this woman.
After a thorough intake, the treatment began. Melinda applied light touches to Sasha’s head, ears, sinuses, neck, chest, lungs and even the inside of her mouth. She went as low as the abdomen and could tell that Sasha also suffered from constipation. That night, Sasha slept like a rock. Having never been a consistent sleeper before, I knew something had taken effect.
Following the initial appointment, we saw Melinda three more times as she continued to work on Sasha’s areas of need. Through it all, Sasha always laid patiently on the table until one session when Melinda touched the left side of her neck. Instantly, Sasha started to squirm and fuss in a way that I had never witnessed before. Melinda looked up at me and asked if the cord was wrapped around her neck at birth and I shook my head yes.
From there, she asked me to hop on the table with Sasha and lay nose to nose with her. Over the next three minutes while Melinda touched the spot, Sasha let out what I can only describe as a raw, caveman like cry. Tears immediately started rolling down my face as she released what I imagine was years of fear and emotion. A few days later when we were playing at home, Sasha suddenly stopped and said to me, “mommy, I was really scared when the cord was wrapped around my neck.” My whole body became covered in goosebumps as I hugged her tight and told her she was safe.
It’s been close to two months since our last appointment with Melinda and we’ve certainly noticed a difference. Sasha’s had two colds since then but neither one went into her ears or her lungs and she was able to fight them off. Knowing that health is always an ongoing journey, I know we still have a lot of work to do especially when it comes to getting her to take vitamins and supplements. But at least I can breathe a little easier knowing we’re making progress!
With love, lipstick and lavender,