It’s been a rough couple of weeks for me emotionally, mentally, and physically.  Holidays away from my family, feeling isolated with Covid restrictions, and experiencing prolapse uterus symptoms really got to me.  I wasn’t staying consistent with my workouts/exercises and massages I do to alleviate the symptoms and strengthen/rehabilitate my pelvic floor muscle.  I’m on the mend.

Of all things, I watched "Teen Mom 2" for two days straight and somehow watching a ridiculous reality TV show has healing powers.

I've been thinking a lot about my pregnancy, labor and postpartum journey so I thought it was a good starting point to write about.  

Mothers who experienced childbirth or women who understand the depths your body endures are empathetic and wish you a speedy recovery.  Most goo goo Gaga over the baby and don't think twice about what it took to bring the baby into this world.  Then there are the men who comment on Chris' weight and tell me I need to feed him.  In those moments I think... "sure... it's not like he's had a child come out of his genitalia and leave a second degree tear along the way."  

My closest friends ask me how I am all the time, and the rest treat postpartum as nonexistent.  It reiterates the saying how you never know what someone else is going through... and it rings so true with motherhood.  I write about this because postpartum discussion and concern should be normalized.  I hope on reading this we can provide more support and empathy for those whose journeys we do not always see and understand.