Wow, is time flying—I just realized that next month is the year anniversary of when I first learned I was pregnant. Just like pregnancy and delivery are all experiences you don’t fully understand until you’re in it, life after baby is well, crazy. It’s crazy good, crazy hard and then sometimes something in the middle.
I loved being pregnant; well actually, there were definitely parts that I could have done without. The uncontrollable itching (to the point where my scratch welts would bleed) that I developed in the third trimester thanks to cholestasis, an imbalance in hormones that caused my liver to overproduce bile, the uncomfortable sleepless nights and the stretch marks that magically appeared, also in the third trimester… just when I thought I was in the clear. Of course, feeling my beautiful baby moving around in there and hearing his strong heartbeat at each doctor’s appointment made up for any discomfort I was experiencing. And don’t get me wrong, while I didn’t always feel that great, I loved my pregnant body. I thought my belly was fabulous and the larger boobs didn’t hurt either.
However, flash forward four months and I’m still coming to terms with my post-baby body. I knew my belly wouldn’t immediately flatten out, but I didn’t expect it to look as deflated as it does. I guess it makes sense though, there was a six-pound human in there and now there’s not. While I have started exercising more regularly and returning to a more healthy diet, almost all of my pre-pregnancy clothes still don’t fit. Case in point: I recently tried on a pair of white jeans and ripped them. I knew I was still too heavy to fit into them just yet, but I thought well maybe, because these jeans were a little big on me before. Wrong. I just had to laugh at the situation.
I think I had distorted expectations of how fast I would lose the baby weight based on what I’d read about breastfeeding and other moms’ experiences. Maybe I did eat for two, when I should have been a little more conservative with my diet. I’m cutting myself some slack on this one because Logan was my first pregnancy and I had no idea what to expect, the cravings I would have or how I would generally feel. I mean, who really could?
I am working to get back to a place where I feel 100% myself. Especially because I was so fit before baby, some days—where Logan is the smiley, happy baby who sleeps peacefully in his stroller so I can get a workout in—are easier than others. Then we have days where he refuses to go down for a nap and works himself up into such a state because of it, wailing at the top of his lungs until he falls asleep from exhaustion. Those days I have to fight back the tears too.
I’m taking it one day at a time and learning to not be so hard on myself on those days when I go in my closet and absolutely nothing works because it either can’t fit or isn’t breastfeeding accessible. Hey, it took nine months to grow this baby, so I have to be realistic in shedding the baby weight. I’m also celebrating my wins: the six miles I ran on Sunday (the farthest I’d gone since I got pregnant!) and the seven more baby weight pounds I’ve lost. And I’m thankful to have such a great support system, from my husband to our families and friends, who keep reminding me that I’m doing a great job on the hard days when I feel like I’m doing anything but.