I was home from the hospital after my second c-section (Hello, Pax!) for roughly…two days? Three?…before coming down with a case of mastitis. It turns out…
Browsing: On Life
At 7 weeks post-partum, it’s time to face facts. Even though I follow ANMJ’s tips for camouflaging my post-baby pooch as much as I can, the truth of the matter is that I’m going to have to integrate some exercise into the daily blur of living with a newborn if I want to banish the bulge for good.
Now that I have my doctor’s blessing, I’m slowly beginning to reacquaint myself with the gym. Motivation is often hard to find between breastfeeding, diaper changing, napping, eating and pretending to keep my house clean, so I’ve been working on a play list to get the proper juices flowing when I’m on the treadmill.
My only chance of accomplishing my half-hearted “think about maybe getting in shape” resolution lies in a workout that I can do at home. And it must fit into either the small slice of time between R going down for his short little nap and P waking up to nurse…or the 30 minutes immediately after my husband gets home from work (any later and I’m too tired).
Being a huge New Year’s geek (seriously – it’s my very favorite holiday), I always like to take some time at the start of a new year to reflect. Now that I’m a parent, it’s both harder to find that time, but more important that I do. Ironic, no? My single biggest goal for 2011 is to be a more mindful parent. To be present, in the moment. To not be distracted by worry, or all the stuff that creeps into our lives. I can’t believe how fast these three years have flown past…and already I can see the little boy my baby is becoming. I want to enjoy every moment I can, with both of my boys.
Mostly because my clothes don’t fit properly. Which is because I am pregnant. I get that, but it is still a tough pill to swallow some days.
Before I became pregnant, I heard stories about women who never needed to shop in the dreaded maternity section. I saw pictures of the freak-of-nature Heidi Klum and other celebrity mamas who are dressed by professionals and photographed only from certain angles. And I had this fantasy that my baby bump would be just that, an adorable basketball on the front of my body that had no adverse effects on anywhere else. I was misinformed.
As soon as you announce your pregnancy to your loved ones and the world, hot of on the heels of joyful congratulations comes unsolicited advice. Enough of my friends are now mothers that this onslaught of information was not completely unexpected. I realize that within people’s love for us and excitement for the changes coming in our lives comes their natural urge to help in some way. And sharing stories, tips, warnings and encouragement is one way of providing that help before the baby arrives, when there isn’t much tangible to do. I am a firm believer in the wisdom than can come with experience, so I have taken many of these offerings to heart. I’m no fool.
I was reading a back issue of the “Grandma Says” newsletter (published by the Growing Child folks – read more about how much I love them here)…and I came across this poem, published in 1972. Apparently, this poem used to be posted everywhere: schools, doctor’s offices, daycares, etc. Ask your mom about it – I’ll bet she recognizes it. (mine did!)
If ever there were words for parents to live by, this is it.