...or you may want to know if you are about to embark on the journey of parenthood...you have been warned!
As i was reminiscing with an old friend about Liams birth and the days right after, i caught my excitement for baby #2 starting to fade the more and more i talked about the joy of being pregnant and how my body has fallen apart after Liam was born. I will never be one of those woman who LOVE being pregnant or want to experience it over and over again. Lets be honest here. You are tired all the time, your breast are so tender you want to cry when you bump them against something and as the pregnancy gets in the later stages, they become roadmaps with all the veins that start popping out, you waddle like a duck, you have to master a tuck and roll technique to get out of bed or off the couch, and if you got $1 everytime someone said "you sure you are only having one baby?" you would be a millionaire. I mean, why wouldnt i want to pregnant again, right?
My friend was brave enough to ask about body after baby and if you know me, i dont hold anything back. As much as i love the breastfeeding diet (i have dropped over 50 pounds since Liam was born), breastfeeding also does a number on what used to be normal breasts. Now i am blessed with an A cup and a D cup. You should have seen the eager Victoria's Secret sales lady try and help me find a bra with those measurements. I give her an A for effort at least. Stretch marks are another fun thing to deal with after baby. My entire pregnancy i thought, "wow i am lucky, not one stretch mark on my belly." Little did i know that those stretch marks where laughing at me from under my belly where i couldnt see them. Once Liam came out, hello stretchmarks. Although they have faded, they are still there and taunt me everyday when i put my stretch mark cream on hoping that they diasappear.
Her next question was about sleep. O precious sleep. I can kiss days of sleeping in goodbye. Now i am happy if i can just sleep until 8am without Liam waking up early ready to start his day. I was blessed with a baby who pretty much slept thru the night at 6 weeks old HOWEVER the days leading up to 6 weeks were ROUGH. Be prepared soon to be moms out there because i am convinced if you can make it thru those weeks without killing your spouse, then you can get thru anything. I dont know if it is all the hormones racing around, combined with no sleep, combined with the frustrations of breastfeeding, combined with healing from pushing a watermelon out of a button hole, but those first few weeks are the worst. I am not going to sugar coat it for you, you are going to want to just lock yourself in a room and cry until its over. Waking up every 2-3 hours to feed, change, and probably feed again is exhausting. The recliner in Liams room became my new bed for those first few weeks. I dreaded night time because i knew what was coming in the next 8 hours.
They say you forget about all the bad that comes with having a baby but i seem to remember pretty clearly. Does that mean i dont want anymore children? of course not! Does that mean i may reread this post daily until i am ready to go thru it again? You bet ya!
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