A New Era: The End of Breastfeeding

After four years and seven months of breastfeeding, my days as a milch cow are over.  In one week, I lost four pounds and one cup size.

I can’t believe the clothes that I fit in now that I’m no longer a D-cup. Medium tops would always be a belly-shirt or I’d be exploding out the top like Pam Anderson. Dozens of people keep asking me: What are you doing? Are you on a diet?  You’re melting away!

Nope. Just stopped the nursing. Its amazing how much smaller your body looks without the extra flesh on top. And I’ve missed these clothes! I remember looking through a box last fall and thinking, “Why am I holding on to this stuff?” It had been five years since I’d worn any of it (pregnant or nursing or pregnant AND nursing).  Hello again, little fitted tees and dresses with spaghetti straps!

Other moms told me my energy would be through the roof. I certainly feel much more productive now that I’m not nourishing another person with my body. It takes that weight-of-the-world off your shoulders. Not there there aren’t a million things to be done, it just doesn’t feel like that much more than I can handle.

More than it feeling like I had more energy, stopping breastfeeding felt like someone stopped stepping on me all day long.

And I’m cleaning out my closets. And the basement. Who needs a crib? A changing table?  Six pairs of adorable little sneakers?

Pregnancy Blog 2: Six Months Postpartum

I spoke too soon.  One month after the last post, Judah started teething and has been up all night ever since. And spring? It’s July and we’re still having spring.  Just got a first taste of summer this week.  B.S.

I just re-read my caution to people with SI issues to wait until nine months to push it. Wish I’d listened to my own advice. I keep feeling better, then pushing it again and then I can’t get my foot the next day in Standing Head-to-knee. I don’t know, really, though if that is the SI stuff or the not sleeping. The more I nurse at night in bed, the more my hip hurts. I’m sure it’s all connected. Tired, run down, no time/energy to cook, no sleep, cranky baby, its a vicious cycle.

The yoga helps. I feel better, more energized, like I can face the day. Vitamin D and fish oil have helped, too.  I’ve also been seeing Ning Ling Zhou in Kennebunk once a month.  She’s a massage therapist and acupuncturist and is AWESOME.  The first time I went in, she massaged and pricked my left glute and sacrum for most of the time and I got off her table without pain for the first time in months. Very cool. (207) 985-5177.  Worth the drive.

I do have to say, though, Bella was a nightmare with her sleeping for 2 years. We co-slept. She night-nursed. I nursed her to sleep. Now, she is a comfortable, confident little girl. She goes to sleep easily in her own bed and sleeps through the night. I really feel like all of that nighttime parenting time that we put in with her paid off. She has no issues with sleep. We don’t fight her to go to bed. She does rise at the crack of dawn, but she’s out every night by seven. We’ll get there one day, Jude.

Kudos to all of the parents out there doing the hardest job in the world. I heard people say that before I had kids and thought they were exaggerating. Ha! I thought a lot of things before I had kids…

Pregnancy Blog: First Class Back

Oh Mama! Too long without yoga. I felt like the tin man. Like Monday morning at teacher training. Tight from the first Half Moon. Ouch, but so good.

I got to experience a yoga high again…something I haven’t felt in years. Just like the first time. Kicking out in Standing Head-to-knee: hurts so good. Can you say “therapeutic”? Bikram always said to us that a pregnant woman could come back to class and do the regular series as soon as she was out of bed. He never touched on what to do about the lochia. You can’t wear a pad under a pair of side-string shorts!

I was supposed to wait another week, but my sister was off to class this morning and I just couldn’t resist. What a great feeling to sweat, lay on my belly. I got my payback for all of those years of saying, “Your arms are supposed to hurt,” in Locust. Son of a blank! Pain! Just like my first class. Come to think of it, I hadn’t done Locust in seven months. No wonder.

For the nursing mamas, the Cobra series was uncomfortable to lay on my breasts. I kind of did a half-roll to the side to take some of the pressure off. B-cup to a D-cup makes a huge difference. Now I can see (feel!) why the bustier women can barely get their heads to touch the floor in the belly-down Savasanas. Locust was a joke. Boobs everywhere and so much pressure. Forget about arms underneath you like you’re bumping a volleyball. How about do Locust while you’re balancing on two volleyballs? It’ll work itself out once my breasts aren’t quite so sensitive and new to nursing.

One other thing I noticed it that I was THIRSTY in class. Makes sense with the nursing, but I definitely drank more often than I was used to drinking. Afterward, too, I drank another liter in the next hour easily.

What an endorphin rush! I’d been walking all along, but nothing as whole body as a good Bikram class. I felt good, high, alive all over. Great way to battle any baby blues.

And being a mom. I had no idea. No one can ever explain what it feels like, what takes and what it gives you. It’s the best and hardest experience of my entire life. Jaylon and I keep saying to each other, “Now I understand…”  I look over at her sleeping at night and think, “I am so lucky.”