I feel like I should really be putting my "new" postpartum body. Because, lets face it, it is new, it's different.
My body was a house for the second time 7 months ago, and even though the premises are now let's say "vacant" once again, I'm still suffering from the strains of pregnancy.
At just 4 months pregnant, I developed SPD (Symphis Pubic Dysfunction) - if you have no idea what this is let me give you a quick insight, it's basically the feeling of any time that you move your hips you feel like they are being torn apart, along with your thighs and back. So as you can imagine, pretty painful. So when I had my second I was thrilled (because hopefully) like with my first, as soon as he was out it would be gone. Que loud buzzer.. WRONG. It would linger around for 7 more long months, and show no sign of pissing off.
I was very fortunate that I could breastfeed for the 2nd time, and did so successfully. However, my little boy was ridiculously hungry, and my boobs wouldn't keep up with the demand without riddling me with mastitis over and over. If you aren't aware of what that is, it's a breast infection (isn't motherhood so glam?) And if your sat there on your couch wondering "I wonder what boobs look like after breastfeeding for a second time" again, I can try to explain. It's not overly different from the first, they aren't flapping about in the wind, but they are certainly not perky and touching my chin either. Ive never been particularly blessed in the breast department, so when I had giant macaroons filled with milk, I was a little out of my comfort zone.
I promised myself when I first started to write this blog I would be brutally honest, and maybe a little too much; but I honestly think people need to hear the reality instead of a rose tinted version of events. So... as for my lady garden the 2nd time, nothing much has changed there, and I'm not pissing myself (I did dodge that bullet I suppose) I haven't really asked my partner the question "Do I feel like a gapping canyon" because... we don't have time for that.
What has changed the most on my body, are my stretch marks. Where the first set were fading from 3 years ago, now they get sore and itch badly. Even if I smother myself in copious amounts of cream, it doesn't seem to bring me relief. They are extremely deep! I'm proud of them, don't get me wrong. I like to think of them as the decorative wallpaper that my children chose. I would of just preferred maybe a less textured wallpaper.
7 months has literally flown past, it doesn't seem like yesterday that I was bouncing on my ball trying to make my Son escape, and now I'm feeding him toast and sticks of broccoli whilst the little OCD devil in my head screams (HURRY UP AND GET THAT CARPET REPLACED FOR WOOD)
Being a mother to two children, who may I add are tremendously gorgeous has to be the most amazingly rewarding, yet challenging thing I've ever ever done and will do. Some days I can wake up, spend a day on cloud nine and I never want the day to end. Other days I go to cuckoo land where I get up the timer on my phone to work out how many milliseconds are left until bedtime.
I've learnt a lot these past 7 months, even though I thought I knew it all from my first. Quick heads up, no two children are the same. If one slept, the other may not. What one likes to eat, the other may not. What soothed one, probably won't soothe the other. But.. that's what makes them an individual with their own tiny personality.
We made it 7 months, so here's to 7 more.
#kindofsmashingit
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