I breastfeed Not because I think less of formula feeding moms Not because I want attention Not because I think I am better I breastfeed Because I could not imagine it any other way Because my child wants to be nourished from me Because this is the right choice for my family
Day 19— As I sit here. Completely overwhelmed. Trying to find something to be grateful for today. I am reminded that this too shall pass. This: mood, season, overwhelmed, scared, painful, sad feeling WILL pass. It is not forever. And so, I am thankful for that recognition. Some days are better than others. Being a new mom is scary. Being a new business owner is scary. My life is full of NEW right now. And that’s a beautiful thing. But tonight I’ve been worried. Worried about being and doing enough. Am I spending enough time with Carter? Am I getting enough done at the spa fast enough? Am I yelling too much? Is Eli Ok?— I am beyond thankful for my sweet, healthy little boy. And also, terrified. Maybe—This is normal. But he spit up blood the other day. So of course I called his pediatrician immediately and was reassured that it can happen, is fairly common, and was given signs to keep an eye on. Then he had blood in his nose tonight. And again, I panicked. My anxiety is high. Sky. High. Y’all. So tonight I’m thankful for the knowledge and wisdom to know that this too shall pass. My anxiety will subside. And in the meantime; I’ll sleep with my baby on my chest, comforted by his steady breathing.
Today vs. April 2017, back when I first joined the gym. Almost 2 years and almost 40lbs separates these photos. Today I did something that I haven’t been able to do in a LONG time.... Today I had to buy clothes in a size small. SMALL! 😱 Who would have thought after having two kids I would end up being in the best shape of my life. It’s far from easy, but putting on my first pair of size small clothes in well over a decade makes it all worth it. It’s not the biggest weight loss story, but going from a size 10/12 to a 4/6 after two back to back pregnancies is a big win and confidence booster in my book ❤️💪🏻 #fitnessmotivation#takingbackpostpartum#strongissexy
On Monday we don’t match our clothes, we go on long walks in the cold, we sing at the top of our lungs, we eat toast for breakfast and lunch, we roast marshmallow in the fire and dance like nobody is watching. Monday’s aren’t as bad with these two✨✨
"A mark for every breathe you took, every blink, every sleepy yawn, One for every time you sucked your thumb, waved hello, closed your eyes and slept in perfect darkness. One for every time you had the hiccups. One for every dream you had with in me. It isn't very pretty anymore. Some may even think it's ugly. That's OK. It was your home. It's where I first grew to love you, where I lay my hand and dreamed about who you were and who you would be. It held you until my arms could, and for that, I will always find something beautiful in it. " #takingbackpostpartum#normalizebreastfeeding#strechmarks#csection#scars#thefourthtrimester
Stop and smell the roses🌹 How often to you take the time to enjoy the moment? For me I don't think I do it enough Especially now my little baby is already growing so much 👶🏻 I can't come to face the fact that he has outgrown his newborn clothes because I feel like it went too fast. 😢 So I always try to remind myself to enjoy his little snuggles, the way he smells and his little coos.😍 Because I look at my toddler and realize he was that small before and he just grew so fast. 🧒🏼 So this is your reminder to enjoy the little things in life no matter what that is for you Happy Motivational Monday💕
Last week’s exercise diary at 23-weeks pregnant: • • Monday: full-body dumbbell circuit Tuesday: lower body mini-band circuit Wednesday: rest Thursday: 2-mile incline walk Friday: rest Saturday: 20 minute full body cardio + 15-min glute circuit • • My current goal is 3-5 intentional workouts per week. Intentional for me means getting my heart rate up and pushing myself. This is doable for me, and is keeping me feeling really well physically (emotionally I’m still all over the place, lol). On the days I don’t workout I’m still trying to intentionally move and be mindful of my breathing/alignment. • • I’m sharing this just to give you ideas of what’s been working for me as well as to hold myself accountable. I’m currently working on a free handout with tips for pregnancy exercise and some quick workouts that can be done at home. Let me know if there’s anything specific you would like to see in it!
Part 12, the finale, of the #familieswhocookbirthstory: My babies were now gone who-knows-where and I kept hearing talk about hemorrhaging. I felt scared and empty, which was such a contrast to my calm empowered birthing goddess self. They wouldn’t leave my sore belly alone and began shooting me full of meds to control the bleeding. Every time they’d press down on me a gush of blood would come rushing out and I would writhe in pain from the amount of pressure they were using. My nurse swept away the disposable sheets into a bag to get weighed for quantity of blood loss. I kept asking questions, trying to prepare myself for what might be coming. The room was now nearly empty. It was cold, dark and lonely. The bleeding was finally slowing down after a very long couple of hours. Before leaving the delivery room I was required to go to the toilet to pee. I was high risk for fainting due to blood loss, but was able to very slowly make it to my feet. The feeling in my body was like nothing I had ever felt. After my first two births, I remember standing up and feeling like jello, but like I could breathe and finally stand up straight again. It was a satisfying feeling. This time I felt like I’d been hit by a truck and could hardly move. The physical weakness was overwhelming. I think this was the byproduct of having two births in one day. I was cleared to leave. My husband gathered our things while the nurse wheeled me to the postpartum wing. It was the middle of the night and all I wanted to do was sleep. I hadn’t slept in over two days, but I knew I needed to begin pumping. I needed to do it for my babies, wherever they were. I had my new nurse get me set up. While it was like riding a bike, it felt all wrong—I should have been nursing my babies—but I took a deep breath and began my first pumping session of our 12 day NICU stay. Thank you all for giving me this space to process these births. So much gratitude.
What did you wish you knew before becoming a mum? 🤔 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ In honour of #pandaweek we teamed up with @mamabodytea and @mumswhowine_au and asked all you beautiful mums to share your real and raw ‘I wish I knew’ insights. Because looking back, many mums feel they might have been able to cope better if they’d known more 💜 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ There were SO many pearls of #wisdom that we sure wish we knew before becoming mums! Even if we'd truly understood just a few of these, we think our path would have been easier... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ We've curated our top 30 into a powerful collection to help break the silence and empower new and expectant mums. You can check them out via the link in our bio. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Is there anything we've missed? Comment below and let's keep this important conversation going! 🙏 #iwishiknew#readytocope#unitedinmotherhood ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀