Tag: take back postpartum
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Go with the Flow
If there’s one thing motherhood’s taught me is that I can control nothing. Absolutely nothing. As a control freak by nature, this does not sit well with me. Oh, I’ve adapted my actions and reactions to try and embrace the laissez-faire attitude, but it goes against my nature and I have to work at it.…
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6 Weeks Post: Let’s Do This!
6 weeks, baby! Finally got to this point! Although in truth, I feel like the time flew by in a blur; funny how having a newborn makes time both slow down and speed up simultaneously. This will be my last weekly update. I will still be providing updates each month and posting regularly, but now…
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5 Weeks Post: Ups and Downs
It’s amazing the range of highs and lows a person can go through in one week’s time. But that’s life isn’t it? Postpartum is a journey just like every other aspect of our lives, and that journey comes with plenty of struggles. If you read my last post, you got an uncensored view of some…
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Truth: Postpartum Kinda Sucks
Warning: This is a frustrated rant from a frustrated momma. If you’ve been following this blog, perhaps you’ve been a little disconcerted by the positive tone. (At least I’ve tried to keep it positive.) The whole, “Keep going! You can do it! Don’t stop believing – yada, yada!” chirps like an annoying friend who keeps…
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4 Weeks Post: Getting Back to Me
As I mentioned in my last post, I started running. It’s been great. Not because I always feel great, but because it allows me to reconnect with the part of me that doesn’t have baby poo on her face (true story) or playdough under her finger nails. Some of my runs this past week have…
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3 Weeks Post: How Much Longer Must I Wait?
You know how when you’re a kid and you’re waiting for Christmas or your birthday to roll around and it seems to take forever? The four weeks before Christmas may as well be four months or four years! To a child’s eyes, time never seems to pass; we simply can’t wait! That’s kind of how…
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2 Weeks Post: Good Feelings Gone
What a difference a week makes. Seriously. I felt so good about myself physically, I felt good about Baby Girl (although she’s still a rockstar, I’m just tired), and I had energy and patience to keep up with my boys. Gah, hormones are a tricky, little widget, aren’t they? So deceiving. All the positive feelings…
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