Friday, January 29, 2016

Body After Baby Clothing Haul

Earlier this week was my 6 week postpartum check up and while I'll admit I was happy to hear my BP was back to normal and I am cleared for all exercise, hearing that I've only lost 16 of the 36 lbs I gained during my pregnancy was not what I had expected. 

I know they say it takes 9 months to grow and birth a child so you need to give yourself 9 months to get your body back to what it was, but I am way too impatient and hard on myself for that. In addition to that I am also struggling with my clothes not fitting the way they did before, whether it's my regular day to day outfits or what I plan to wear to the gym I don't like how anything looks at the moment. Instead of looking like a stuffed sausage when I return to Tabata on Monday, I went out and bought a few new gym tops and sports bras to help me get excited about losing this baby weight + an additional 20 pounds.

I have had my eye on the CALIA by Carrie Underwood collection since it was released on my birthday last year but I waited until now to purchase anything. I must say the tank tops below are some of the softest shirts I now own and I plan on adding more to my collection over time and wear them outside of the gym as well.

 If it has stripes or polka dots I am all over it.

I love the fit of these tanks. As you can see they are longer in the back, as well as forgiving around the stomach. 
Basically, they cover a multitude of sins or post baby belly rolls.

Yes, that is an Ubbi bag full of dirty diapers on my left and mess on my right. 

I was also happy to find another CALIA top on the clearance rack and while purple isn't my go to color for any outfit I said screw it, I can rock this better then I think I can!

Do you like how I laid the other tank in the background for standalone pictures?

After I was done in the CALIA area of Dick's I venutred over to Nike where I spent 20 minutes swooning over all of the bright colors and prints that would look great on me once this weight is off. I quickly shifted my focus to what I was really there for... sportsbras. 
Super bright colors for the win!

I am hoping that these few items give me the confidence I need to get myself back in the gym or at least working out on a regular basis again. Juggling both mine and Eddie's polar opposite schedules plus a newborn is going to be a challenge but I refuse to let it hold me back. 
Where there's a will, there's a way.

What is your favorite fitness apparel brand?

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Molly's Birth Story Part 2

If you missed Part One of Molly's Birth Story check it out here

Eddie had offered to sleep at the hospital with me the night before but I told him there was no need for that and since we live only 5 minutes away I would rather him have a good night sleep and come back first thing in the morning. 


*For those of you that may not know Eddie has Epilepsy and his sleep is extremely important for him to avoid having seizures in addition to his current medicine regiment, I knew that I would spend more time worrying about his well being then focusing on myself during labor had he not gone home to sleep before the real games began. *

I called him around 9 am to tell him my water had been broken and they were starting the pitocin so it was time to get his booty to the hospital. At first everything was great my contractions were tolerable and I was even making jokes in between them. About four hours after starting the pitocin, around noon, is when things got intense. Before I was induced I had no idea that these drugs give you contractions as if you were 8-9cm dilated and in active labor even though I was starting at 1cm. My contractions were 1 minute apart and 30-40 seconds long and it was to the point where I was writhing from the pain. Eddie was the perfect coach, he didn’t say anything just offered his hand and encouraging words. By 1:30 pm I wasn’t sure how much more of the pain I could take but I really wanted to avoid an epidural because in my head it felt like I was giving up. After a lot of back and forth with the nurses and Eddie I decided to get checked to see how much I had progressed then I would make a decision on if I would get the epidural or not based off of that.


After 6 hours of contractions I had made it to 3 cm and was 90% effaced. The OB and nurses were praising me and saying how great that is for a first time mom but in my head I was hoping to hear at least a 5 or 6 so I was instantly crushed which ultimately lead to my decision to go for the pain relief. I wasn’t scared of the epidural itself because needles don’t bother me, thankfully. I was more nervous about having to stay still during the process and through the intense contractions I was experiencing because up to this point I was moving throughout each of them just to get through them. The nurse that was with me that day was amazing, I told her many times how much I loved her and even more so when she told Eddie to leave the room for the epidural if he thought for even a second it would make him nervous or queasy. She assured us both she would get me through it and she did. Once it kicked in I was back to my regular old self, cracking jokes and laughing with everyone I think I even watched Ellen if I remember correctly.

All of a sudden at around 6pm I told the nurses I felt like my catheter was coming out and wanted them to check it. They told me it wasn’t possible but if I wanted I could have my OB come in and check my progression if that would make me feel more at ease. I decided against it for fear of hearing I hadn’t progressed at all in those 5 hours or that I had only made it to 7 cm. 30 minutes later I was still feeling like the catheter was falling out or became misplaced so I asked again for them to check it which was when they brought in my OB to see if I had progressed. Much to everyone’s surprise it wasn’t my catheter but I was fully dilated and Molly was ready to join the world!
I had quite the team join us for the delivery portion as it was 7pm and shift change when I started to push. We all thought it would take awhile because I was a first time mom but I was still numb from the epidural  so I don’t think I realized just how hard I was pushing because after 20 minutes the nurses had to have me stop so they could call in my OB to deliver Molly. I remember sitting there feeling pressure and I kept telling everyone I couldn’t hold her in she was coming one way or the other and fast. After 33 minute of pushing and one last big push with my doctor, Molly entered the world.

I wish I could put into words how I felt when I first saw her but I can’t. It was the most overwhelming and amazing experience of my entire life so far. I couldn’t believe how small yet perfect she was and I was so excited that she looked like me!!! Everyone was convinced she would look like Eddie throughout my entire pregnancy but she is 100% Mommy (and her poppys) twin.


Introducing Molly Rae born on December 15,2015 at 7:33 pm. 
She was 6 lbs and 19.5 inches and immediately stole our hearts.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Molly's Birth Story Part 1

On December 15 2015 my entire world was changed for good when our daughter, Molly Rae came into the world.
Although the actual delivery process of Molly wasn't long, the birth story is so I am dividing it into two parts. Part 1 today and Part 2 I will post tomorrow.


Starting at my 36 week appointment both my doctor and myself noticed that was I starting to show signs of PIH (Pregnancy Induced Hypertension). I was the one who told the nurse that took my blood pressure that the number was very high for me (140/90) even if it wasn’t considered high for others, my usual BP is 110/60 or 70. I was also told I gained 6 lbs in the last week which is a big jump in any trimester but most concerning in the third. My doctor sent me to L&D right from my appointment to be monitored and I was told I would either be staying in the hospital for a week or I would be sent home that night and we would revisit this the following week. Low and behold after 6 or 7 hours my BP stayed the same but I wasn’t experiencing any headaches or other symptoms of preeclampsia so I was sent home.

 Over the next week I was still experiencing a decent amount of swelling in addition to some minor headaches, which I wasn’t sure if they were PIH related or sinuses because we were going through one of our many heat waves here in Virginia. I decided to just monitor myself and if I felt something wasn’t right I would call my OB right away.  The week passed and before I knew it I was 37 weeks (and 1 day) on Monday December 14th. Something told me that I needed to be prepared for Molly to come into the world that day.  I made my appointment for 3pm that afternoon so Eddie would be able to come with me but the universe had other plans and he was up for over 18 hours and finally fell asleep right before we had to leave. I assured him all would be fine and I’d call him if I was sent to L&D again (he was upset I didn’t wake him the week before) My BP was 140/90 at my appointment and I was feeling “off” in addition to a dull but nagging headache. My OB walked in and said “you’re not feeling well are you?” I told her something just felt off and her response was “ Your BP is still high for you and with you being full term we don’t see any reason to jeopardize you or Molly’s safety so lets get you to L&D to induce tonight.”

My face dropped and my heart was pounding out of my chest. Suddenly I wasn’t going home and sleeping in my bed that night, instead I was going to be on my way to meeting our baby girl. I decided not to call Eddie at this point because I knew from reading many induction stories, which were mostly horror stories, that this would be a long process and I wanted him to be as rested as possible. I think I forgot who was actually going to be in labor at this point, HA! As soon as I left the office I called my mom and told her what was happening which lead to her, my father and my sister all coming into town (thankfully they live close) so they would be there for the delivery.

One of the only pre-delivery hospital pictures we have. Don't I look glamorous!

I arrived at the hospital around 5pm on Monday night and I wasn’t checked into a room until around 7pm, it was a very busy night in the L&D ward. At first a nurse took me into triage and ran blood work on me even though I told her I was there for induction she said I had to have these tests done first because they were deciding if they wanted to induce or not. We went back and forth a few times because I knew I was being induced but she wasn’t sure. Low and behold she was wrong, I was right and I was given the tests unnecessarily. Once I was finally settled into my room they inserted the Cervidil. Being that I was only 37 weeks and 1 day I was only 1 cm dilated and 10% effaced so this was going to help my cervix ripen, as they put it. The process was extremely uncomfortable but the nurse was so sweet she talked me through it and once all was said and done she told me they wouldn’t need to do anything else that night and by 8 am tomorrow morning I would either get my water broken or have to do another round of the cervidil if I didn’t progress at all.

Fast forward to 7 am the next morning, the day nurses (who I LOVED) came in and removed the cervidil and told me the OB on call from my office would be in soon to determine the next steps. 

Around 8 am the OB came in and told me it was time to break my water, I didn’t even ask about my progression because I had another moment of “holy crap this is happening” and couldn’t formulate words let alone sentences. The breaking of my water was by far the worst part of my entire labor and delivery experience. The OB was downright nasty to me. As a first time mom who basically learned every thing from labor and delivery from Google, I was under the impression they used a small hook device, similar to a crochet hook, to break your water but she did not. She used her hand and was ROUGH. Let me tell you all something, I have a great pain tolerance and this was an experience I never want to go through again. I was screaming and crying, begging her to stop while two nurses basically held me down so I would stop wiggling from the pain. Her only response to me was “ You know delivery is painful right? This isn’t going to be easy”
 I wanted to slap her as soon as she said it. 
Finally she was done and my water was broken.

And then came the pitocin…..

Part Two to follow

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Chapter 2

As I hit "STOP" on the treadmill this morning after completing week 1- day 1 of the Couch to 5k program I remembered why I started this blog in the first place.

I am currently 5 weeks 5 days postpartum, which I owe you guys a proper birth story and explanation as to where I went, again.  Since moving to Virginia it is no surprise I have struggled with blogging and have pretty much abandoned my corner of the internet. During my pregnancy I tried to revive my love of writing and sharing my life online only to fail after 23 weeks. 

I can't say that I am back but right now I am in a place where I feel as though I am starting over fitness wise and wanting to document my "Body After Baby" journey. 

As I said above I completed Week 1 Day 1 of the Couch to 5k program this morning and that was what inspired me to sit down and write this post. I have read many times in many different places that it takes 9 months to have a baby so you have to give yourself at least 9 months to be back to the way you were before but at this moment in time all I feel is defeat. My body doesn't feel like my own right now and hasn't been since last March. 

I have my 6 week postpartum check up this Tuesday and I know I have lost weight (fluids) since delivery but I don't know how much at the moment because the last two weeks of my pregnancy I swelled up and was retaining so much fluid I stopped asking how much I was up from my first appointment. I do plan to update here after that appointment so I can have a real "starting point" for the weight loss portion of this journey.

In the meantime, I am excited to share Chapter 2 of my weight loss journey and my life with all of you again.