I thought being pregnant and having to scale/modify my workouts was really hard. Not on my body, but mentally. Knowing I could do certain movements or workouts Rx, but also knowing that it was safer for me and Gabriel if I scaled or modified the workout.
Could I have done the movements or workouts as prescribed? Sure. Did I need to do it as prescribed to get a good workout and move my body? Nope.
I’d had so many previous miscarriages that I wasn’t willing to risk losing Gabriel, even though I know nothing I did caused my previous miscarriages. Plus if the movement didn’t feel good or right in my body, I definitely knew I needed to change it.
But now? Well… now I long for those scaled/modified workouts. Because postpartum is way harder. They tell you to wait 6 weeks after giving birth before getting back into workouts…or strenuous workouts. But what they don’t tell you is that you aren’t going to want to do much of anything, especially if you had a c-section.
Here’s how it went (for me) – go through several hours of labor, have an emergency c-section, then be discharged from the hospital with a generic set of “rules” to follow and a follow-up appointment scheduled with your OB/Gyn for 6 weeks later. No real instructions, no help or tips for how to adjust to getting up and down with a huge incision in your stomach, and don’t forget to take care of your new baby too! Good luck!!
And yes, I know millions of women do this every day, but what they don’t often talk about is how hard it is. Because we’re women…and we just do it. Every day.
All I know is that I’m so thankful my mom was here and of course, Nick, because that first week was so hard. I’m not sure I would’ve eaten or taken a shower or been able to go to the bathroom without them.
Having a newborn is a huge adjustment. You think you know what’s coming, but you don’t. Everything is new. Every day is new. And you’re both learning…you and your baby.
And your day….well, your day is run by a tiny 7 pound baby. If I’ve learned anything since he was born, it’s patience. Because I definitely have to be patient when it comes to my schedule and what I think I’m going to do during the day. Everything takes twice as long, nursing, spit ups, poopy diapers, unhappy babies…you name it, he does it.
But he is 100% worth it. Even on the hard days. Even with the recovery. Even with not feeling like myself. I look at him and smile. And sometimes, I look at him and cry (happy tears, I promise).
I never thought I’d get to experience this. I never thought I’d look down at my sleeping baby, smiling in his sleep and often startling himself in his sleep. We’ve had so many positive pregnancy tests…ones that ended so badly. And here we are…a tiny baby, dependent on me for survival.
My little love. My sweet baby. Mine. Finally.
So it may be hard…I may not feel like myself. Mentally, I want to workout, but my body is certainly not ready. And goodness knows I don’t want to make it any worse. But I know this is all temporary. It’s a small period of my life that will fly by and I’ll look back and wonder where my tiny baby went. And I’ll get back to my new normal…back to working out, back to scaled/modified workouts, and eventually back to prescribed workouts.
But it takes time. It will take time. And I have to be patient and embrace this season I’m in. Pregnancy was a season. Postpartum is a season. Recovery from major surgery is a season.
I’ve been in down seasons before. I’ve come back stronger than ever before. I will do it again.
So here’s to being patient and embracing this season. Here’s to enjoying my newborn and taking it all in. Because I don’t want to miss any part of it. The miracle that he is.
I hope you all have a great week and enjoy the season you’re in, whatever it looks like.
With love and wellness,