3 months postpartum thoughts

Yesterday I was doing our daily walk in the park with my baby and it hit me. This same park has seen me wounded, walking very slowly, in pain, sleep deprived, drained of all ounce of energy, running on adrenaline... and here I am being able to soak in the sound of the birds, the rain on my face, the peaceful atmosphere, while looking at my sweet sleepy baby. I really felt grateful for how my body was feeling yesterday and what it has done up until now. A wave of gratitude hit me and I wanted to take the time to write about it because I remember what I was thinking throughout those first few postpartum weeks... I thought the pain would never go away, I thought my body would be tired and wounded forever. I was going through the hardship of the beginnings of breastfeeding, I thought it would never ever get better and that I would always suffer. I could hear, and read that people were saying the pain passes, that it gets better but because that pain was so intense, I could not imagine it going away. I thought the fog, the feeling that my brain and my spirit being next to my body would stay, that I would feel lost and on survival mode forever. I thought that the "phantom" sensation of waking up thinking I had my baby in my arms would be there forever as well as the intense fear that I fell asleep with him on me...

I am here to tell you it does get better, it does go away. I am blown away by how the body adapts, how the body is so much stronger than what we think of it.

If you cry, are frustrated, wonder how you are going to get through it, just know that each phase is temporary, it might seem like there is no light at the end of the tunnel but there is. The lights at the end of each tunnel of each phase are SO SO bright that you will be so happy and proud of yourself for going through it. You've got this Mama!