(Hat: Pirates and Peonies)
We had a hopeful 2nd month with Margo Blue, after having a difficult first month with her. Any improvement, no matter how small, was such a relief. We began to slowly see the chaos settle a bit. Each day, though still with its frustrations, began to gradually get easier. This change came to us immediately after beginning chiropractic care with her.
I guess I should begin by saying that I had never heard of chiropractors providing care for newborns or infants before. Heck, I had never even stepped foot into a chiropractic office before Margo’s first appointment. What sparked my curiosity in their ability to help Margo was actually receiving advice from handfuls of other mothers online. I blasted about our issues with Margo on a few “mommy groups” on Facebook and many responded with their own personal, positive experiences with chiropractic care for their children. I definitely was skeptical at first, but after trying so many other methods, tips and tricks to help soothe Margo and finding no help each time, we were desperate and willing to try anything. The screaming had to stop!
Then to top it off, a close friend of ours reached out and recommended her own personal chiropractor to us after she described to him what Margo was going through. He wanted to see us, so we went. Dominic was totally on board since he was looking for new chiropractic care for himself. He has all kinds of pain issues and used to see one years ago, so now was his opportunity to receive care once again.
I’m telling you, things were intense with Margo right up until our first chiro consultation. I remember thinking that our appointment couldn’t come fast enough! I counted down the days and hours until we could see the doctor. Our first appointment left us feeling hopeful in his abilities since he admitted that one of his own daughters (he has 4!) had very similar issues as Margo. He adjusted her and after a few weeks of them, he described her improvement like turning on a light switch. She was happy, smiling, not screaming anymore and sleeping through the night at a very young age. He was confident that he could help Margo, too.
After the first few sessions, we began to see immediate results. Now, I’m not even going to begin to attempt to explain exactly what it is the doctor is doing to little Margo. I’m not the professional, here. I know that after describing her behavior to him, his guess (as well as mine) is that she’s having digestive issues and also could have experienced some trauma during delivery and that pumping her stomach (which they did in the hospital because she swallowed a lot of gunk while inside me and was spitting it up over a few days) could be responsible for her feeding problems. I can also say that the sessions are fast and appear to be very gentle. He holds her up, cradles her, lies her on her back…all while gently applying pressure to areas of her back, neck and belly. Some sessions are good where Margo only fusses here and there, and other days she lets out full screams. Over her entire 2nd month of life, she had 10 adjustments with him. Every single day that immediately followed those sessions, she was a completely different baby which was proof enough for me that they were helping. She’d nap beautifully, taking 3-4 of them a day and each ranging anywhere between 1.5 – 3 hours each! She’d also feed wonderfully, too. All but maybe one would be scream free…maybe only a bit of fussing. HUGE improvements! And as each week passed, her naps and feedings got better overall. We have been very pleased with the care she’s received from her chiropractic adjustments.
(Reversible Bandana Bib: Momista & Pop Shop …that’s me! I made it.)
So with all of that being said, life began to feel a bit more normal at home. Margo began smiling…a lot. And not just those I-think-I’m-going-to-fart-or-poop smiles. Real, gummy, ear-to-ear smiling. I remember thinking how hard it was to get Mia to smile when she was a baby. You could sing, dance, make faces and act a fool and get nothing in return but not with Margo. I just have to look at her and she flashes a big one. I LOVE THIS!!! I can’t tell you how much hope is restored to us with each little smile. They mean that she’s happy, growing, maturing and improving. They also melt my heart and make me forget, for just a few minutes, about all of the shit we were going through, about all of the tears I’ve shed and about all of the sleep I haven’t been getting. Margo also began “talking” this month. She speaks with “coos”, “aahs”, sweet squeals and little gurgles.
Miscellaneous details: Margo is wearing size 1 diapers and size 3-month clothing. She wants to eat every 3 hours but I try to stretch that to 3.5-4 hours the best I can. She eats about 5 oz. with each feeding and is a chunk because of it! She still hates the car seat and car rides, but about halfway through the month she began coming around to the pacifier. She only takes it when she’s super tired and needs an extra nudge to get her to sleep. Give it to her any other time and she gets pissed! Her hair has a mind of its own, long and sticking straight up (just like Mia’s did) #crazyhairdontcare
At the very end of her 2nd month, she had her 2 month check-up with her pediatrician. She weighed 12.3 lbs and measured 23.5 inches long putting her in the 75th percentile for both weight and height. Her head still measures in the 100th percentile, which is why I call her “Bobble Head” or “Bobbles.” She’s had some trouble with “tummy time” and I think it’s because her head is so damn big, making it heavy to lift up!
All was looking good, until we got news of our next minor set-back! Margo has been favoring the right side of her head, meaning she always looks over her right shoulder. I never paid any attention to this, hardly even noticed it at home. But, because of this, the right back-side of her head is flat! This is actually called plagiocephaly or “flat head syndrome” and creates asymmetry of the head. On one side of her head/face, her forehead slightly bulges forward along with that eye and ear. It’s super subtle, I didn’t even notice it until the doc pointed it out. This may seem simply cosmetic at first and since it’s hardly noticeable, then what’s the big deal, right? Well, we were told (and this make perfect sense) that if your eyes and ears aren’t symmetrical and one is a little more forward than the other, then vision and hearing can/will be affected. To fix this (yes! so glad it’s fixable), we basically have to encourage her to look over her left shoulder more and prop her during naps and sleeps on her left side as well. She also has torticollis in her neck, tightening and kinking of the muscles, which also has made it hard for her to turn to the left. We were referred to a physical therapist who will work with her twice a week, rubbing and stretching her neck so she’ll be more comfortable turning to the left. IF we aren’t able to reverse her issues, we’ll have to use a special helmet to re-shape her head, which ranges from $1k-$3k!!! And she’ll have to wear it 23hrs of each day for weeks to months. Wish us luck in avoiding this crazy-expensive, pain in the ass helmet. Sounds awful.
In other 2nd month happenings: Margo’s Grandma (Dominic’s mom) came to visit her from Kansas. // We took our first family-of-four day trip to Santa Barbara. // Mia and I spent our first weekend away from Margo in Big Bear at a friend’s cabin (2 nights of uninterrupted sleep = YES!!!). // Mia spent a week away from home visiting my parents in Utah. That was the longest that we’ve ever been away from her and she had a blast (more on that in another post). During that week, I was able to spend some quality one-on-one time with Margo, giving her my full attention and care. The house was so peaceful, even with an occasionally screaming baby!
Even with all of the screaming, feeding issues, torticollis, plagiocephaly, diarrhea then constipation then spit-up…we’re really lucky that things aren’t worse because they really could be. In the grand scheme of things, I’m sure this is just a tiny speed bump that we will overcome and one day, we probably won’t even be able to remember most of it. We love our Margo Blue dearly and are grateful to have her in our lives. I look forward to watching Margo continue to grow and improve in her next month. I’ve read a lot that many babies who’ve been “colicky” or with digestive issues tend to really mellow out in their 3rd month. Fingers crossed that this rings true for us!
What a difficult first month we had with our newest member of the family, Margo Blue. She had her dad and I looking like a couple of chickens running around with our heads cut off (nice visual). You would think we were first time parents with all of the confusion, stress, frustration and concern that we endured. Some of this you may already know about, if you had read my post on my struggle with the “Baby Blues” . Because of the chaos that was our life, I’m so behind on updating this space with it all. Margo is actually 2 months old, now, and I’ll be getting to that update as soon as possible. But for now, I need to play catch-up. Updates like this one aren’t always of interest to most of my readers (minus friends and family) but without documentation, I can hardly remember any of it. I can’t tell you how glad I am for blogging about Mia’s growth.
Okay, month numero uno. Yikes! Just the thought of it gives me anxiety. Mostly, it was full of screaming and crying (both from Margo and me). Margo aggressively screamed during almost every feeding. That comes out to about 6-8 times a day, each lasting for 30-45 minutes. And at times, she’d cry in between feedings, too. She wouldn’t last in one place or position for too long before demanding something new. She’d rotate from her crib, to my arms, to a play mat on the floor with dangling things to look at, to the swing, to a bassinet before it was time to nap again. Once awake, this song and dance would repeat. We’d only have to kill about an hour to an hour and a half of time with this before she’d be ready to sleep again, but when this is all you do day in and day out, those minutes can’t move fast enough. I looked at the clock that month more times than I did anything else.
My guess at the reason for Margo’s pain and discomfort was and still is “silent reflux.” Feel free to look that up, I won’t make you read its definition here. She spits up a lot, multiple times during and after feedings and wowzers does it stink!!! I did not have this issue with Mia. Of course, babies spit up… but mine is like a little fountain. Her and I constantly smell like sour milk. It’s super gross. What happened to that amazing new-baby-scent because she ain’t got it! She was also super gassy, which added to her discomfort. She’d pass gas constantly throughout the day and more so during feedings and let out a scream with each one.
One night Margo screamed non-stop for hours so I called the pediatrician. She recommended Mylicon which are over-the-counter infant gas drops. My mom was staying with us and made a midnight run to the pharmacy for it. We noticed it helped calm her, but also put her in a stoned-like daze that I wasn’t comfortable with. The next day I did my online research on the stuff and instead went out and bought more natural alternatives (Colic Calm & Mommy’s Bliss Gripe Water). These also helped comfort her, but all were short-lived. Even as temporary as they were, any relief was welcomed.
Margo’s most calming places to be are in the bath tub and on the changing table. She loves her baths so much and totally relaxes her body and observes each sensation. The changing table? Can’t tell you what that’s about. Strange. She digs getting her diaper changed, I guess.
We made a few other desperate attempts to help soothe Margo. I had put our issues up on Facebook and received lots of different advice on formula. We started with Gerber Soothe but ditched it because we thought that maybe she was sensitive to the dairy in it. So then we tried Enfamil Nutramigen (which claims to be for dairy sensitive babies but still contains it, just super broken down for them to easily digest) but her scream feedings continued and her poops turned to diarrhea. It was nasty, each poop was coming out of her like lava (hey there Bridesmaids reference). Then, we turned to soy formula (Enfamil Prosobee) which constipated her. We just couldn’t win with this kid! But finally, we started to see improvements with her feedings and she’d only scream and fuss for a few of them rather than every one.
(Adorable crocheted booties c/o: Raspberriez)
Another piece of advice I received to help soothe this kid was to buy a vibrating Rock n’ Play Sleeper…so I did. A mom had said that both of her kids would only sleep in this thing because it sits at an incline which is supposed to help babies with reflux (keeps the gunk down, I guess). Margo did okay in it for a few nights to maybe a week, but was super finicky in it and would wake in the night often. We ended up positioning it near our giant fish tank in the living room for some fish watching during the day.
The biggest, most effective advice we took from many moms who claimed success with this, was chiropractic adjustments. After getting a lot of support for this online, a friend of ours contacted us that same day saying how she mentioned our situation to her chiropractor. He encouraged us to see him and since we were getting desperate and nothing else we were trying was really working, we checked him out. I’ll get into that more with Margo’s 2nd month update because she only saw the doctor once in her first month’s end.
Other details from the first month: My mom practically lived with us! She lives in Utah but stayed with us for the first 2 weeks after Margo’s birth. She went back home for only 12 days before returning to stay with us again for the last week in that month. I cannot stress to you enough how grateful and appreciative and lucky and thankful I am for all of the help that my mom gave us that month. She was a life-saver, that’s for sure. I honestly don’t know how I would have managed my recovery after birth, Margo’s insanity, Mia’s needs and attention and household duties on my own. I think I would have lost my mind on more than just the one occasion I mentioned in my “Baby Blues” post that I linked to above. I would have been crying on the regular. My mom helped us with all of the following: cooking, cleaning, laundry, feeding the dogs, grocery shopping, random outings for things like medicine and new bottles, driving Mia to preschool and picking her up, playing with Mia, getting Mia out of the house, holding and rocking Margo and feeding her. I was able to rest as much as I could, take naps when I could and even get out of the house by myself on a few occasions, without the kids. I was seriously about to move this woman right into our guest room! During the first month, especially, it takes a village to survive. And I highly suggest calling on your village if and when you need them.
During the first month, we had lots of visitors who wanted to see the new baby. Friends and family were calling, checking in, texting and coming by. Some even brought dinner (thanks Nichole & Rikki!) and treats (thanks Shelden!). It was nice to see my people’s faces but rough because I was exhausted and Margo was not very friendly or guest-ready yet. Still, I’m thankful for all of the support I received during this time.
Some final, small details that I can think of: Margo hates being in her car seat and in the car. She screams with both which had me staying home for pretty much the entire month. She also would refuse the pacifier, so soothing her during her fussy/crying/screaming periods was tough. I swaddled her tight with each nap and at night, which was the only way and best way she’d sleep. I think during that month, the longest stretch of sleep she got at night was 4 hours. Her naps, for the most part, were great. She’d give me a 2 hour, 3 hour, 1.5 hour nap almost every day. Occasionally she’d get only 30 minutes in, which always frustrated me so because it took me 15-20 minutes of soothing her to get her to fall asleep in the first place.
So there you have it. I believe this is a decent account of Margo’s first month. From getting minimal, broken sleep each night it’s hard to piece it all together and to remember it well. I can already tell you that her 2nd month has been so much better. More on that, soon I hope. Life is pretty busy around here.
Welcome to my newest series of posts titled “You know you’re a mom when…” which I’ll be sharing with ya’ll on Wednesdays. May not be every Wednesday, though. That’s quite a commitment for a recent mom of 2 to make. Reader participation is strongly encouraged!
Becoming a mom is a life-changing role to take on and much of that change comes as no surprise to anyone. However, there are some unexpected behaviors a mom experiences that she could have never prepared herself for. Probably because they’re pretty ridiculous, sometimes embarrassing and are most likely not our finest moments. But, one huge lesson learned in motherhood is that there will be times you’ll just have to laugh at yourself and at life, to keep your sanity in tact.
Below are 5 actual, true story moments that I’ve had or continue to experience as a mom. Can you relate? You should totally share some of your own “mom moments” in the comments below. I promise
I won’t I will try not to laugh at or judge you!
You know you’re a mom when…
1) …you catch yourself wondering if there’s a world record for the fastest PB&J sandwich ever made, because you could own that title! With a hungry toddler who’s whining for lunch and a screaming baby waking up from a nap, you can bust out some mad sandwich making skills you never even knew you had.
2) …you can’t remember the last time you enjoyed a warm meal.
3) …a trip to your local grocery store without the kids was the highlight of your day…week, even!
4) …you lie about needing to use the bathroom, just to score a few uninterrupted minutes alone with the door closed and locked.
5) …you utilize remote corners of the house to quickly shove a delicious treat in your mouth, out of sight from your children, just so you won’t have to share.
What’s up, summer?! It’s hard to believe that you’re already here (first day, yesterday!). Most of us anticipate your arrival all year round and count down the days until you return to us once again. At least I know I did.
Along with the glorious weather that you bring, it’s all of the fun summer activities that we can’t wait for. We’ve been daydreaming of all the fun we’ll have and of all the memories we want to make.
One way I like to prepare for summer and to keep all of my ideas organized and accounted for is by making myself a little summer bucket list. I made my first one last year and was able to check most items off of the list. The activities listed were all experiences to be had with my family: Dominic, Mia (then, age 2) and me.
This year’s bucket list includes a lot of the same activities as last year but we’ll be doing them all with one more member of the family, Margo Blue, who’s only 2 months old. I hope having an infant won’t keep us from accomplishing most items on the list. I’ll keep you all posted with how well or how poorly I keep up with it all.
Without further introduction, here’s my family’s summer bucket list for 2015! I’ve created a blank list for you to print out for personal use only. I encourage you to make a list for yourself or your family this summer and get to enjoying this season before it leaves as quickly as it came.
I wish we could add an exciting family vacation to this list but I just don’t think it’s in the cards for us this year. But who knows, maybe something will come up and surprise us. How about you? What are some things that you’re looking forward to this summer?
If you’d like to fill one out for yourself, CLICK HERE for a blank printable in PDF form. Enjoy!
Have you seen these fun questionnaires floating around online? There are many variations to them but they all have the same concept which is to provide a memorable way to record your child’s candid answers to a list of questions about a friend or family member. And since “kids say the darndest things”…you’re bound to get some real gems out of them with one of these.
Since the first time I came across this idea a year or two ago, I had been dying to try it out with my daughter, Mia. Of course, I had to wait until she was old enough to understand each question and articulate her responses. I gave it a go 8 months ago for Dominic’s birthday but I asked less questions and those that required short or one word answers since Mia was only 2 1/2.
Since she just turned 3 a few months ago and has quite the vocabulary, I thought recreating a questionnaire for her to fill out for Dominic on Father’s Day was the perfect idea. See her answers below! I plan on reusing this same questionnaire with each Father’s Day to come. I can’t wait to look back on each one, years from now, and compare her answers. How interesting it will be to see how not only her vocabulary advances but her thoughts and personality as well.
This takes very little time to complete so if you’re looking for a sweet, simple and personal gift for your child’s dad this Father’s Day (hello!….it’s only 5 days away, get on it!), then this idea is perfect for you. See below the image for the link to download it and print it for yourself. Please note that this is for personal use only and if you choose to share this, please link back to me here. Also, try pairing this questionnaire along with some artwork made by your kids for Dad, too (click here for projects created by me). These are gifts that Dad won’t be throwing away.
Just CLICK HERE for your own, free Father’s Day Questionnaire printable.
- My dad’s name is Daddy-O. (This is her nickname for him)
- My dad is 3 years old. (She truly believes this. She thinks he can join her in her 3 year old class at preschool next year.)
- My dad has black hair and blue eyes. (Almost! His hair is dark brown and eyes are green/hazel.)
- My dad’s job is taking care of koi fish and feeding them because they’re hungry! (He has a pond company.)
- My dad’s favorite food is spaghetti & his favorite treat is candy. (He likes both, but neither are his favorite. More like hers!)
- My dad’s favorite color is blue.
- My dad likes to wear work shirts. (So true! All he ever wears, even around the house, is his green So-Cal Ponds shirt!)
- My dad laughs when I eat ice cream like a bear. (I have never seen her do this. How does a bear eat ice cream, I wonder?)
- My dad is happy when he plays with the dogs. (True that!)
- My dad gets mad when the TV stops working because the batteries are dead. (Ha! Dad loves his TV. Doesn’t take batteries, though.)
- My dad always says, “I love you, Mia Rose Carone Bug!” (Sure does!)
- My dad calls me “Mia Bug.” (Lifelong nickname for her)
- My favorite thing about my dad is that he likes to play with me. (The only thing every 3 year old wants.)
- I love my dad because he’s my favorite, best Daddy in the whole world. (Aw, so sweet! She said this with a big smile.)
- My dad loves me because he protects me and he knows me. (Seriously?! I die.)
After you round up your own answers for this questionnaire, I’d love for you to share the responses your kids gave! Comment below, let me know how it goes. Hope all of you have a lovely Father’s Day!
Oh, that “glowing”, big, round, expecting belly! Pregnancy truly is amazing, isn’t it? I mean, forget whether or not yours is or was a walk in the park or even a complete nightmare. Just thinking about the process in its entirety leaves me amazed. The fact that I have grown two humans inside me is a miracle and I absolutely feel blessed and lucky to have experienced this…twice. I look at my children everyday and I’m in awe that I grew them. It’s bizarre and really cool at the same time, and just hard to explain unless you’ve experienced it yourself.
Now with that being said…PREGNANCY! Yikes, right?! Forget a “glow”!…how about a thin layer of shimmering sweat that accompanies you throughout your days, reminding you that walking, stairs and keeping up with chores and daily tasks takes more effort and wind out of you than you’re comfortable with. Or maybe it’s more of a cold sweat that comes with feeling nauseous most of everyday during the first 3 months (I’m so sorry if this lasts longer for you, it’s the worst!).
In the grand scheme of life, 9 months of doing anything uncomfortably isn’t that big of a deal. But man, when you’re expecting, 9 months can feel like the longest months of your life. Pregnancy has the power to feel never-ending. Not only do some of your senses become heightened (like taste and smell…ugh, the scent of men’s cologne had me running for the door), but so does your awareness of all the things you can no longer do. So many restrictions are placed on you. Funny thing, I couldn’t have cared less about most of these things before getting pregnant, but you don’t really know what you have until it’s gone. I grew a strong longing for the full ability to do whatever the heck I wanted to again. I missed my freedom.
This is my official list of the things I miss the most during pregnancy. Not all things applied to my entire pregnancy, some I missed more towards the end. The end (my 9th month) is actually when I began writing this post and I’m just now getting around to blogging about it. Here they are, in no particular order:
- Sleeping on my stomach: This used to be my go-to sleeping position but for the last 5 months of my pregnancy, I was limited to my left side. It’s recommended t0 rest on the left to allow maximum oxygen flow to the baby. I gave my right side a little action in the middle of the night but it wasn’t comfortable for long. I’d lay there until I regained feeling back in my left side before flipping to the left again. And once you’re belly is seriously poppin’…your side is all that’s comfortable (but not really) anymore. I couldn’t breathe easy if I’d lay on my back.
- Sushi: I know, taking sushi off of the menu is such an anal move for a mom-to-be and not all agree that this is necessary, but I’m the type that would rather play it safe than to be sorry. I seriously LOVE sushi, so it was definitely hard to give up.
- Alcohol: I’ve never wanted booze more, than while pregnant. I had similar cravings during my first pregnancy. The thought of an ice cold beer (a Guinness, please!) or an icy cocktail (White Russian, Bloody Mary, Moscow Mule, Margarita) or a nightly glass of wine….had my mouth fully watering. To satisfy this craving, I created a house rule with my first pregnancy. Every beer that my husband cracked open, I’d get the first sip (or two) of each. And I mean every beer.
- Salads: For whatever reason, salad was the one meal that gave me insane indigestion/heartburn immediately after consumption and would last for hours. The same thing happened with my first pregnancy. Doesn’t matter the type of dressing I used either. It was all just really, really bad. And I love salads, especially the prepackaged ones from Trader Joe’s. I couldn’t wait to dig into them again, as soon as possible.
- Seafood: I lurve seafood! All shellfish and most fish. I missed scallops, lobster, crab, shrimp, mussels, clams, etc. Seafood is on the “food to beware” list for pregnant women, in case ya didn’t know. Oh, sad face.
- 3/4 of my closet: I was actually able to wear a lot of my regular clothes throughout my pregnancy. I hardly have any maternity pieces. I hate buying them since they’re super expensive and won’t be worn for long. But at 9 months pregnant, even the maternity clothes I do have weren’t fitting so well! I spent most of my days home anyways, so I was able to live in yoga style pants paired with a plain t-shirt that definitely covered only 3/4 of my belly. Sexy!!!
- Being able to count on one hand the amount of times I urinated on any given day: I didn’t really notice a need to pee more often than usual during most of my pregnancy. However, during the final month or two, as the baby grew, my bladder was constantly being weighed on. The poor thing couldn’t hold much liquid for long. The annoying thing was, while sitting down I had zero urge to “go”…but as soon as I would stand up the baby fell right onto the bladder and I had to book it to the bathroom. Have you seen penguins run? Cute, right?!
- The ability to pick something up off of the ground without bracing myself against something and/or grunting loudly: I think this one is self explanatory. But, I did get a good groin muscle (is that a thing?) and quads workout from having to squat so often.
- Not needing to let out a series of burps after each meal/snack: This is serious, guys. After every meal, I had to burp. More like belch! I’d have to let out 20 consecutive burps, each with maybe a minute or so in between them. It was bizarre, but I was just thankful that they weren’t coming out of the other end. Burps, I can handle.
- Being able to walk more than 30 feet without becoming breathless: Yup, this one’s fun. Having an almost 3 year old running around made it real fun. I do feel bad, though…not having been able to be more active with her, especially when she had spring break from preschool. If I wasn’t huge and breathless all of the time, I would have loved to have taken her on little adventures around town. But, we stayed home for most of it. Blah.
- Not having to blow my nose constantly: My nose was always stuffed which made breathing even more of a struggle. I went through a handful of tissues, daily. This was an issue for me with my first pregnancy, too. Sometimes I’d get a bloody nose from so much nose-blowing.
- The ability to shave my legs: Since I mentioned somewhere above that I lived in yoga pants, I’ll admit that I neglected to shave my legs. I mean, I did it occasionally but it was too damn hard to stay on top of it. I couldn’t even see my upper legs and bending over to reach my calves and ankles with a giant belly in the way, holding a sharp razor blade…well, no thanks. Don’t feel bad for my husband, he didn’t notice.
- The sight of my lady parts: Yeah…um…TMI? During the last trimester, I couldn’t see it at all. “Upkeep” in that neck of the woods was another chore in itself. I would need like, 3 mirrors positioned just right in the shower to do a decent job of anything. And, those mirrors don’t exist so it was what it was. Again, husband never noticed.
- Being able to pick my daughter up whenever she requested it: This is something she asked from me often, and I had to turn her down a lot. I felt bad because I love to carry and hold her, but it had gotten to the point where it was just too uncomfortable. I tried to make up for this with extra couch cuddles or by letting her sit in my lap on the ground. I couldn’t wait to whisk her up into my arms all of the time, again.
- Nights without the dreaded “Charlie Horse”: When I stretched my legs in bed while half asleep, my calf muscles would lock up in a painful tightening that wouldn’t unclench for up to 10 seconds or more. To avoid this, I had to stretch while flexing my foot towards me, rather than pointing my toes straight out in front. This isn’t as easy as it sounds when you’re in a deep snooze and not fully aware of what your body parts are doing at any given moment. This only happens to me while pregnant, btw.
- Exercising: Believe it or not, but I really did miss it. I at least missed having the option to do some sort of physical activity, even if I were to put it off. I just missed having the choice. During the last trimester, there was no way I could have done my favorite workout, which is running. I very much looked forward to my follow up appointment with my OB/GYN after baby, when she’d give me the green light for running again. My 2nd pregnancy left me much softer and flabbier than my 1st. Frown.
- The ability to get up out of bed without looking like a turtle on its back: It’s true. Sitting up from a laying position took some work. If I wasn’t careful, I would sometimes feel like I pulled a muscle in my abdomen…somewhere in there. I had to pay attention to which muscles I used to sit upright. I also had to wait until blood circulated back into my feet before immediately standing. My toes and feet tingled and didn’t function fully if I didn’t.
- Walking without waddling: During the last trimester, I had that sexy preggo swagger going on. I think I looked like I was trying to walk while balancing a ruler (horizontally) between my thighs. There was nothing graceful, delicate or dainty about me during those days. My darling husband cracked up at the sight of me, multiple times a day.
- Not having to worry about parking: During the last trimester, I had to give extra thought to where I parked my car in parking lots. Why? Because if I parked too close to another car, I couldn’t get out of mine! Spots that used to give me just enough room to slide out of my car, couldn’t anymore. Sometimes, I had to park further away from a store and other cars to ensure I had enough room for my big belly.
- Being able to walk in public without everyone’s eyes on me!: I missed blending in with the crowd. As I grew, I stuck out like a sore thumb. I was the giant elephant in the room and everyone totally looked thin and fit while standing next to me. And, I could see everyone checking me out as I passed by, and not in the good way. There are a few things that they were undoubtedly thinking: 1) Yikes, she’s huge! Poor thing, that must be uncomfortable. 2) Clearly, she’s sexually active. 3) That reminds me, did I take my birth control pill today?? 4) Damaged goods.
So there you have it! At this point, I’m 8 weeks postpartum and everything I’ve listed is back to normal except for my clothes fitting me again. I’ve lost all but 5 pounds of my pregnancy weight, but I just started walking on my treadmill a few days ago. I hope to drop that weight soon, and then some. I’m tired of still wearing my maternity jeans and yoga pants, people. The doctor has given me the “okay” to exercise again and I’m willing and ready.
Everything else on the list has received a big, warm welcome back into my life (or for some, a big fat “good-bye”) and I appreciate them all the more after being without them for 9 long months. In the end, it was worth the sacrifice for my sweet, Margo Blu.
How about you? Would you agree with my list? What are some things that you missed doing or having while pregnant?