So it’s been a while since my last blog post and that’s because I’ve been busy having another baby, who is 8 weeks old on Friday! For those of you who don’t know – this is Daisy Mai Welsh…
I cannot believe it’s been that long already, and it hasn’t been an easy 8 weeks. And that’s what my latest post is focusing on – that even though I am super happy and blessed to have a beautiful baby girl to complete our family, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows like it’s expected to be (Ok, maybe it is for some people, but this is about me not them – haha!)
As I’ve said many times on previous blog posts, social media paints us this false picture of how our life should be. I obsessively scroll through accounts of mums who have their shit together – flawless hair and make up, finding time for the gym and leisurely lunches all whilst juggling fun activities for their little ones and babies who sleep all night and all that kinda thing – you know the ones I’m talking about.
And then there’s the ones who have AMAZING bodies just days or weeks after giving birth (an easy, pain relief free birth) which good for them, I am literally just jealous!
This isn’t a sob story – it’s just highlighting real life. So in a nutshell, I went for a VBAC (vaginal birth after caesarean) but ended up having another emergency c section due to different factors, developing sepsis and having a few major bleeds in the weeks following the birth. All of this has left me physically and emotionally drained. I didn’t get to fully enjoy the first weeks of Daisy’s life because I was in and out of hospital and feeling rough. I’m still not completely better now and this is where my self esteem has taken a major hit.
I’ve piled on the weight through spending a lot of time resting and comfort eating, my acne has hit full force, my ‘mummy pouch‘ from my second c section is sore and uncomfortable and my wardrobe is tragic – frumpy mum at its best. My body isn’t ready for exercise and to be honest I feel like a big sack of shit. I avoid leaving the house and social events are a no go. I’m moody and a nightmare to live with.
These are the parts they don’t prepare you for.
Obviously this is only my experience, but after weeks of wallowing I’m determined to turn my mindset around. Work on my body and mind and build some confidence. I’m still young, I have two beautiful children and I intend to become the best version of myself for them, and for Kyle, and more important for myself.
I will continue to blog about my journey and hope to look back in a few months and see some changes, I just need to keep looking forward towards my end goal. I have always had little motivation and have given up easily, let’s hope this time will be different.
My Dad gave me a bit of advice today, and that was to take an hour out for myself each day, take a walk, whatever I need to do to blow off the cobwebs. And that was my motivation to get myself together and to give myself a break.
And that’s the main message – give yourself a break, and don’t let things get on top of you. Take some time out, see what’s important, and work on it.
Life is way too short.