Finding out I had a bun in the oven at 28 was exciting but it wasn’t easy news for my body. After years of serial dieting or no carb, no sugar, no fun, I was petrified. I could feel my boobs pre-sagging, knowing full well there were way too many carbs in a bun anyway.
Just months in I was surprised at how liberating it was. Coffee and sashimi aside, I got to eat from a more-than-merry amount of food groups ‘for the baby’. I put on upwards of 25 kilos and despite looking like someone had put a bike pump up my bum and given it too much elbow grease, I felt confident and beautiful (when I didn’t feel like spewing).
I wore tight dresses that showed off my bump whenever possible. Why not? It was the first time I had confidently worn figure hugging outfits without wrestling into a pair of spanks. I was loving pregnant life.
But still, in the back of my mind I was worried I’d never see my vagina again.
After 24 hours of labour and the arrival of baby Ginger I was shocked to see that I still looked six months pregnant, except now my stomach had lost its tight bump and was just fatty skin. I still couldn’t see my privates, but I could sure feel them! On the plus side though, I had a perfect, healthy baby girl and for that I was eternally grateful.
After a slight freak out at my reflection as we left the hospital, I got way too busy keeping a tiny human alive to give it a second thought. I was breastfeeding and it made me a wild, hungry beast. I ate everything and anything I could get my hands on. Did someone say “raisin toast at 1am?” I think that was the voice of my ravenous boobs. Both of them in unison.
There’s no denying that my body has changed but I’m okay with that. It will never be the same because it grew and birthed a human being.
My boobs are saggy, tea-bagish extensions of my skin but they nourished our baby in her most crucial developmental stage, and for that I love them. I was very lucky they worked.
My stomach is saggy, but it carried our BIG, beautiful baby for almost 10 months. That is where she first kicked and danced and hiccupped and for that I can only thank my gravity challenged bits. My love handles – well, they were made from love.
The verdict’s still out on whether the bags under my eyes are here to stay. Either way I wouldn’t trade them for the moments I had with my new born as I sang her to sleep in the early hours of the morning, or the perfect little face I see when she wakes up before the sun does, ready to play.
My new body represents the love I have for my baby girl and my little family. It represents the challenge (it wasn’t all joy) of pregnancy and child birth. But most importantly it makes me the mother of my daughter and I would never trade that for a pair of perky boobs.
Mum’s are you feeling okay about your post baby body?
Constance Hall spoke beautifully about embracing her post-baby body after her kids in the podcast below. Have a listen, then come join us here so you have access to ALL our poddy goodness.