Life Blip |Happy Birthday!

Happy birthday, baby boy! Last weekend, we celebrated M3’s first year of life! Today’s life blip is a look back at such a fun day.

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Baby Update | 12 Months

Happy birthday, baby boy! My baby is 12 months old–one year old! How on Earth did that happen!?! Today, is all about Michael at 12 months! Pass the tissue!

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Baby Update | Nine Months

My baby is 9 months old–three-quarters of a year old! How on Earth did that happen!?! Today, is all about Michael at 9 months! Pass the tissues, please!

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Highchair Activity | Paint In A Bag

paint in a bag

In a desperate attempt to give my arms a two minute break, I tried out (what I’m calling) a highchair activity. Now, I know I am not the first to come up with this, but I have been so impressed with this paint in a bag activity!

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Baby Update | Six Months

It pains me to say it, but we are officially halfway through M3’s first year of life! Can someone pass me the tissues, please?

My heart can’t take it, but we are LOVING watching him grow, learn, and laugh.

Happy half birthday, little boy!

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Postpartum Update | Six Months

Wow, it’s hard to believe that tomorrow I will be 6 months postpartum already! These 6 months have FLOWN by and have been JAM-PACKED.

I was planning on sticking to the same layout as my 3 month postpartum update, but life happened and there is really only 1 thing to discuss.

In February, I finally was given an answer to why I was in so much constant pain since giving birth. Because my labor and delivery were so long and difficult, I developed 2 inguinal hernias.

Fun, right?!

WRONG!

Incorrect. Not at all. No. I could continue, but I won’t.

No amount of physical therapy, kegels, or ibuprofen would take care of this problem, so off to the surgeon I went. A week later, I was in the hospital ready for surgery.

I was told that recovery for me would be a long and slow process. Very little exercise (read: walking), limited daily activity (stair climbing, cleaning, cooking), and no lifting anything over a gallon of milk.

You read that right–a gallon of milk.

If your first thought was like mine, again, you are right–no holding (read: carrying, lifting, etc.) M3.

FOR FOUR TO SIX WEEKS!

The doctor was serious, like far too serious.

I was physically prepared for what that meant, but it did a number on me mentally. I was NOT ready for that part and couldn’t have prepared myself. For the most part, I have listened to the doctor. The exception being when we flew to the East Coast and I needed to hold him, lift him, etc. during our flights. Prior to and since then, I’ve followed directions.

The first 2 weeks were brutal. I was on medication. I was exhausted. I was in pain. I couldn’t wear anything, but oversized sweatpants that went above my bellybutton, oversized t-shirts, nightgowns, and robes. Almost five weeks later and I can only wear high-waisted jeans, for a short window.

While I know I needed this surgery, especially before getting pregnant again, I wish I could have waited until M3 was in school or have completed this when he was still very small and new. That way I could have lifted him after just a couple of weeks. That’s realistic, right?

Needless to say, my postpartum figure is less than what I was hoping for. No lifting and lugging? We can forget working out. That has killed me. I haven’t been able to exercise since BEFORE getting pregnant and still can’t do anything truly active, so the weight hasn’t disappeared. I very much look like I did 1 month postpartum.

Yay! Can you feel the sarcasm dripping from that yay?

Next week, March 27, I head back to physical therapy and will hopefully be cleared to walk more than 15 minutes/day, 3 times per week.

Head over to Instagram Stories, if you want to talk weight (loss, gain, plateaus). You name it, I’ll discuss!

I’m curious for those who have been fortunate enough to be postpartum what did your first 6 months look like? How did you deal with and overcome the issues you faced? I feel like (read desperately hoping that) the six month mark actually marks the crest of the hill and things drastically change. But I have no idea, so tell me if I’m crazy…or not!