I’m late to writing this week because I went on a cross country adventure alone with Ian to Poca Fest to connect with my community acupuncture roots and learn. It was a fantastic weekend and Ian did amazing. So on top of continuing to process all I am learning on rehabbing my core post partum there is lots of good acupuncture thoughts swirling around too. I promise to share more when I get some time. It until then here is week 14 picture and some of the lovely Marin Headlands nature bridge where I was this week.
I officially have a 3 month old today. He is such a happy, smiley, boy.
I’ve thought about what I would blog about all week. It’s been such a paradox of emotions for some reason. I’m still muddling through it all. I think my body is doing the opposite of my baby’s. Like an inch worm expanding and contracting to find a new normal. I’ve gained and lost the same pound for 2 weeks.
When I went to my 6 week check up my midwife handed me a script for pelvic floor physical therapy. It has become her new standard of care that all women can evaluated after childbirth. I finally got around to going to my first session this week. I left feeling so incredibly empowered. I wish I would have had the guts to go after Lia. I wish all women were able to do this, there is so much suffering that happens in silence that is so very unnecessary.
I also started post partum core rehab with Strong Tummies which is a beautiful compliment to the work I’m doing at P.T. The exercises are very simple and yet I feel all sorts of deep muscles turning on for maybe the first time ever.
So I will keep things short and sweet this week as I ponder my center.
I feel like so much happened this week. I guess every week is as busy but this week there seemed to be a lot of important moments. I overheard Lia playing the other day and she paused to look in the mirror in her room and said so innocently, “Hi, face. You are so beautiful.” It made me feel like I was doing something right.
I subbed a prenatal yoga class this week also. It was the first time back on the mat since Ian was born. There was an especially tender moment for me in class as we stood in mountain pose and I asked the women to put there hands on baby. As I put my hands on my own abdomen it hit me how this body of mine housed 4 babies. It felt like such a gift to feel my belly, soft and hollow. I felt such gratitude. It was the first time I felt truly connected to this part of my body since we lost our 2nd child. I felt so much grief and anger simply melt away in that moment.
Lia started preschool this week also. I’m so excited for her and all she will do and learn and grow. The house feels so big and empty and quiet when she is gone and the baby is napping. I don’t know what to do with myself. It reminds me how daunting new motherhood is all alone with a baby, how we aren’t meant to do any of this alone.
On Ian’s 12 week birthday we were walking the race to save tiny lives. The cause feels especially close to our hearts this year as 3 babies we know spent or are spending their first days in the NICU. I thought of them all.
I know there was more I wanted to say but I did a body combat class this morning with my sister in law and my brain feels as noodle-y as my body. I wasn’t planning on jumping into such an intense class so soon. It can be rough to be in front of all those mirrors. None of my work out clothes fit or fit right but it doesn’t really matter. The body and the number on the scale aren’t a static thing and I’ve already spent far too much of my life saying I will be happy or feel secure in my body or do this or that when this size jeans fit. So in the middle of class I made the choice to be happy and comfortable with the body I have right now and instead of cringing every time I would watch my belly move as I did a kick I would celebrate the fact that I could kick and just like I say many times during a yoga class I lead, “I am stronger (and more beautiful) than my mind tells me.” I’ve never been a fan of obligatory exercise and I much prefer to move my body in ways that bring me joy. I really believe the biggest factor in losing the baby weight after Lia is that I was just so happy and in love. I didn’t spent much time at all ruminating on pant sizes, we were too busy taking walks, and going on adventures. That is the space I’m in right now.
There is a neat article about breastfeeding floating around the internet that talks about how a woman’s body literally melts her ass fat to make milk. I joked once a very long time ago that if someone was stranded on a deserted island with me my butt would make a great meal, I guess my children would also agree. 😉
It was fitting to read about melting this week because that’s exactly how my body has been feeling: like gravity is rolling this pregnancy surplus down. (Maybe it’s rolling to my butt to make milk hehe)
I’m down another 2 pounds this week which puts me about half way to pre-pregnancy weight. The funny thing about weight though, is that it’s relative. This is the first week that I feel small. At least smaller. Smallish maybe more myself? I can’t find the right words to articulate the feeling. I will say hiding all those clothes that I expect one day to fit again really helps when getting dressed in the morning, that and having clothes that fit right now. I put on pj’s I bought when I was pregnant that I thought would fit after baby was born but had forgotten it takes awhile for the hips to move after babies are born last night and they fit. So I guess you could say it was a good week. It’s all about the little things.
I finished 2 hats this week and am looking forward to learning how to knit in the round and the magic loop. Here’s my little carrot top.