They (whoever “they” is) say in order to keep mankind going mothers will forget the pain and exhaustion associated with childbirth so that we continue to reproduce. What “they” don’t tell you is this amnesia doesn’t happen overnight. It took a good few months until the sugarcoating of my memory took over. But, hey, now we are itching for baby #2 so I guess it really does work.
It was a Thursday and my last day at work before my leave. I planned to work from home the following week and try to relax before my scheduled induction the following Sat. My mom was flying in that week as well to be there for the birth and help me afterword. So, as I sat to make my “padsicles” which I was told were a must for after giving birth I was surprised to feel like I was having a contraction. I wasn’t even really due for another 12 days. They thought the baby was measuring small though and didn’t want me going over 40 weeks which was the reason for the induction. I brushed it off and thought it was a Braxton-Hicks being that this was the first time I felt this way.
Do you know what it feels like laying your head down for the night thinking you weren’t waking up the
next morning? And I am not talking about sleeping through your alarm. I am talking about literally not
waking up. Dying in your sleep.
This was my nightly thought process every single night after having my son.
The contractions were coming and they were coming hard. I didn’t imagine them to be this painful! At least I hoped these were the actual contractions, being that I have a high threshold for pain thanks to 6 years of braces and orthodontic work. All I could think about was my left over P.F. Changs from yesterday’s dinner that I probably wasn’t going to get the chance to enjoy now.
I never in a million years expected Fin’s birth to happen the way it happened. My husband will end up reading this and probably tell me that I missed something or told an event wrong because he remembers everything! Even the part where I bit him. Anyways, Matt and I created a simple birth plan to give to the doctor and nurses when we arrived at the hospital. I packed some of my hospital bag during the week I was 38 weeks (better late than never).
Labor Day weekend of 2015 my husband and I found out I was pregnant. This was extremely exciting as I had suffered a miscarriage in March that same year. That weekend I enjoyed my last glass of wine for the next 9 months. I had promised myself I would be ultra-careful with this pregnancy- I was that borderline crazy pregnant lady when it came to “the rules”.
BOY or GIRL? Even before we got pregnant, my husband and I decided that we wanted to be surprised. I had a moment of weakness while I was trying to register, but that quickly passed. The wonder of not knowing kept me going. I couldn’t wait to hear the Dr. say “it’s a BOY or it’s a GIRL” and have my little bundle of joy placed in my arms for the first time. Well, I never got that chance.
I was over the moon excited to find out that my husband and I were expecting our first child. I was one of those women who “knew” they were pregnant immediately, but it took 15 days for a test to finally come up positive. Finally on Valentine’s Day of 2016, I ran out of the bathroom, happy tears streaming down my face, waving the just-taken test in hand, yelling “I KNEW IT!!!”
Hi!! Let me introduce myself. My name is Robyn and I’m a new mother, wife, sister, daughter about to go back to work full time and oh lets not forget about to turn 35. I’ve decided to share about my fitness journey since having my daughter Hannah last November. Let me tell you, before becoming pregnant I was in the best shape of my life, working out each day, eating right and staying focused on my goals. You may be wondering, okay…so what, good for you, right?? Well, what I want you to know is why I decided a few years back to begin this journey of mine. So…lets start at the beginning.