‘Can you grab me a sanitary towel out the freezer? I’m going to get dressed’
When I was pregnant, I was so focused on meeting my baby and on the actual labour itself, that I didn’t even contemplate the sheer impact it would have on my body and how I would need time to recover.
As I mentioned in a previous post, I had the ‘after’ part all planned out in my head and ‘recovering’ was not part of the agenda. What was I thinking? Certainly not that in only a few short weeks I’d be pushing a tiny human out of my hoo-ha, that’s for sure.
Many thoughts occurred to me during the first 7 days post partum and I’m going to share them so that I can remind myself what it was really like in years to come when I contemplate doing it all over again…
- A baby just came out. A BABY just came out. I’ve got to look, I’ve got to have a look. Where’s my compact mirror? (My advice to any mamas-to-be. Do not look).
- My stomach feels like a waterbed. Where are my muscles? When will they come back? Is this it now? I’m going to have to eBay a Slendertone this afternoon.
- Can I continue wearing my maternity knickers for the rest of my life? I love how comfy they are and how they sit so nicely just below my bra.
- I can’t walk so I may as well just sit here and eat. BRIE, PATE AND RUNNY EGGS. Bring me all the BRIE, PATE AND RUNNY EGGS YOU CAN FIND.
- Gosh, I’m tired. It must be getting late. Oh, it’s only midday. Never mind.
- I’m really enjoying these product-free 10 minute baths I’m allowed each day until my episiotomy stitches are healed. I feel so very refreshed bathing in a sea of my own blood.
- I need a poo. I’m not ready. I’m not ready yet. Please GOD, be gentle with me.
- I’m feeling a bit better, I might try my skinny jeans on today.
- I’m never wearing skinny jeans again.
- I just sneezed and I think a little bit of wee came out.
- Wow! My breasts are massive, that’s a bonus. Hang on, what’s that? What is this? Oh. I’m leaking again. I would have throught my bra, breastpads, two t-shirts, jumper, polo neck and coat might have provided some absorbency. Sigh.
Quite remarkably, it really does get easier each day. By day 8 I was up and walking about with very minimal pain from my stitches and was able to sit comfortably without leaning to one side. (The leaning tower of E-pisia as I called it).
Our bodies really are incredible!