It’s really weird to alternate from being in awe of the little creature that I had nurtured in my womb, to the utter disgust I feel when looking at my postpartum body, then the physical discomfort from all the changes going on at the same time. Lactating boobs, C-section recovery, swollen feet/ankles, cramps from shrinking uterus… Urgh.
Seeing the fresh flabbiness in the middle, the old C-sec incision ripped open and sewn back again, the painfully shiny tits due to being overstretched… Everything’s just getting a bit too much to bear!
There was a good nine months to grow and get used to being big, but suddenly I feel like a deflated balloon – flabby and never the same again.
It’s gonna take a good few weeks before my body heals over and settles into its new job of being a cow. Meanwhile, I’ll just be moping that little bit over the unplanned C-section and its side effects on me – psychologically and physically.
This sucks monkey balls.
Thank goodness Keegan is a little angel since we fixed up his topsy-turvy bodyclock. As for Joshua, he’s always been a wonderful little boy.
Now I just hope my body (and mind) can start working optimally before Hubs’ paternity leave ends. I only have one week left. One week!