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What is your postpartum body image?
It’s been a rollercoaster of emotions recently. One side of me appreciates being back at work and the other side of me despises it to its very core. I miss spending days with P, I miss being with her and I’m annoyed that I waste my time & energy on dealing with various situations at work.
My anxiety hasn’t been kind to me. I just don’t feel happy, everything feels like a struggle, I force myself to smile and the only people who make me feel better are my daughter and my partner. I hope it will get better.
My body image is also getting me down. My body has changed a lot after pregnancy. I embrace my body and try my best to treat it as a temple. When my anxiety strikes it’s difficult because I feel sad and I automatically feel worthless. Do you want know what I…
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I might be tired
I might be overworked
I might be anxious after a whole day at work
But when I enter the house and see my precious baby girl everything negative disappears and goes away. I’m able to distingush between what’s important and what’s trivial. I’m forever grateful for my daughter enabling me to do this.
Exactly, I have been dealing with ‘breaking back’, back pain, excruciating pain which drives me crazy. I had dealt with sciatica near the end of my pregnancy, went into labour, had an epidural (due to complications and because I just couldn’t take the pain anymore, to be exact, after 48 hours of being in labour and thriving on glorious gas & air) and I was relieved that I was pain free after giving birth to my baby girl until now…. It seems like sciatica pain has struck me again. My job is tiring- laugh out loud… I’m serious now, I dread it because I pull through the day to feel as if I’m paralysed in the evening. As I have already mentioned in my previous posts. I keep my sick days for real emergencies such as when my daughter doesn’t feel well.
We went to homeless shelter today to donate…
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First of all, I want to go home. I don’t want to be at work. I want to be at home with my baby who has a cold and is teething. Life is difficult and we have gotten bills to pay. I feel like I have been up and down with a cold. It has turned into sinusitis (as usual). P is still fighting her nasty cold and on the top of that going through teething. I would love to stay at home and just snuggle with her all day but I am not able too. I feel rotten. It feels like someone has punched you in the face. Honestly, I would rather go into labour with P again than deal with this pain. I must keep my sick days for my daughter when she needs me and in the meantime I can cope with painkillers. That’s the reality of…
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Another day is here and it’s Friday. P is looked after by nan nan when papa John and I are at work. We wake P up in the morning. We get her dressed so she can spend some time with us before we leave for work. Seeing her content with a big grin on her face, watching Mr Tumble, drinking milk and playing with her toys gives us a clue that we might be actually doing a good job as her parents. I can’t properly explain what I feel but seeing my child happy, holding & cuddling her makes all worries go away. I might have the worst day but once I’m with my daughter nothing else matters. Papa John feels the same. Motherly and fatherly love is the most extraordinary thing which we have had a privilege to experience in this life.
Living with anxiety is hard but I…
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I’m sitting on the sofa with our cat Mittens ( P loves him so much and he seems to appreciate extra attention from a little human being), our other cat Meg is asleep on our bed. She hibernates in our bedroom, she also likes to sit on Papa John’s face… I often ask myself if it’s a sign of affection or an attempt of strangulation ha, ha, ha.
Our day had started positively well, I skipped exercise because my rear end hurts. When you give birth you become prone to hemorrhoids. I didn’t struggle with it when I was pregnant but it seems to be a reoccurring issue these days. I suffer from anxiety which affects my ability to be objective about health at times. In the past, I had convinced myself that hemorrhoids was something serious and I was dying. Well, I’m still here and hemorrhoids hasn’t killed me…
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What I feel?
I wanted to wake up at 5am to exercise because 7 months after giving birth to P I still carry a kangaroo pouch or A TYRE😆 I’m questioning my mental wellbeing when it comes to my postpartum body. I thought I was fat before I was pregnant…
What do I look like now then? A raging hippopotamus? Surprisingly, most of the time, I accept my body and feel good in my own skin. Recently, I have started to struggle with my body image again…
Body positivity… here I come to find you ( again).
I stayed up late last night cleaning and finishing jobs around the house so my plan of being an early bird failed miserably and I ended up getting up at 6.30am and rushing around like a headless chicken.
Papa John had a migraine the night before and he didn’t inform me that…
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My life constantly evolves in many wonderful ways.
The avalanche of chores, a baby and pets…. coping techniques 😊
It’s widely known that the avalanche of chores, demanding pets and a baby may cause your anxiety to thrive and flourish. We obviously don’t want that to happen!
The anxiety has been with me since childhood, I have used multiple techniques to cope with it but having an infant and two pets in the household definately makes managing anxiety more challenging.
What I’ve been doing is keeping everything under control by controlling my breathing and fleeing the chaos😎
Unsettled baby, the house being up side down, a cat running around like a headless chicken, anxiety, hopelessness and frustration rising quicky? Sounds familiar? If yes then…
STOP FOR A MOMENT
TAKE A DEEP BREATH
INHALE, EXHALE while drawing a cirle and a square with your pointing finger up in the air five times with your eyes closed (it’s a distraction method).
NOW GET UP, GET YOURSELF AND YOUR BABY…
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