The diary of an average girl

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Welcome to my blog!

As I ran down the street yesterday on my first jog in nearly 10 months (I’ll explain later), in order to keep myself distracted from the terrible aches and pains that were already setting in, I started writing my “story” in my head.  What a journey I had be on over the last year!  So in today’s world of modern technology, rather than reaching for a pen and paper when I got home, I ended up here as a new “blogger”.  I’m not sure how I feel about that title, or what all being a blogger entails.  Here I am none the less, about to share my thoughts, struggles, emotions…my story.  I don’t profess to be a great writer, or even a writer at all.  I also don’t claim to have anything particularly interesting to share.  So if you do somehow end up here reading this, firstly, thanks for coming!  Secondly, please ignore any spelling and punctuation errors, and keep in mind that I am just an average girl sharing my story, open and honestly.  For what purpose would I be so vulnerable, sending my inner most thoughts out into the world to potentially be judged and criticized?  I am not quite sure yet!  All I know is that I had the desire to document some of what I have experienced, and my journey during the craziest and most amazing time in my life.  I hope you enjoy the ride!!

An open letter to my 20 year old self

Dear 20-something Shannon,

Take a moment and take a deep breath.  Look how far you’ve come, young lady.  Life hasn’t been easy for you, but it is your life, and I’m proud of you for who you are becoming.  I know you aren’t fully able to see who you are through an unbiased lens, so I am here to help you.  An older, wiser version of yourself with insights you couldn’t possibly have had.

Be proud of you who are, young lady.  You are a good person.  I know you struggle with confidence – but please don’t.  You have no reason to.  You are smart.  You are kind.  You have a good heart.  No one is perfect.  The only difference is that some people own their flaws and mistakes, and some don’t.  Own your choices.  Be proud of yourself.

Make mistakes, young lady.  They are your best teachers.  Forgive yourself, and seek forgiveness for your mistakes.  Learn from them, and then move on from them.  Don’t be ashamed of them.  And always remember to give yourself some credit for how far you’ve come.  Life really is a journey of ups and down, not just a straight path of happiness and successes.  Beware of those who pretend they’re perfect or judge you because you aren’t – they usually have the most to hide.

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From 20-something…

Be grateful, young lady.  As you grow older you will see and feel the fragility of life.  You will realize that though your life wasn’t perfect, you still have much to be grateful for.

Never give up, young lady.  Life isn’t always easy.  You will struggle more than you ever could’ve imagined.  You will wish it was easier at times.  Life will throw you some curve balls.  It will break you down.  It will break your heart.  At times It will make you feel like you can’t get back up again and that you can’t handle any more.  There will be times when you are lost and you don’t believe in yourself.  But you will get back up.  You will get through it and you will be better off for it.  You can.  And you will.  I promise.

You are beautiful, young lady.  You don’t always think you are – in fact you often tell yourself that you aren’t.  Enjoy your youth, enjoy your body.  Love it.  Appreciate it.  Don’t let it hold you back from anything.  Get in the pool.  Go to that party.  Wear those tight jeans and high heels if you wish.  Someday you will desperately wish for your 20-year old body back.  You will think back to those days and wonder how you ever had such a skewed view of yourself.  You’ll wish you didn’t waste a single second worrying about those extra lbs.  Every curve, every mark, every perceived flaw.  They’re not flaws at all my dear.  They are beautiful little pieces of you that make up who you are.  They make you special.  They make you unique.  You couldn’t possibly understand the depth of the joy and pain of what I’m about to tell you at 20 years old, but someday you will.  You will have a beautiful daughter of your own someday, and you will wish these things for her harder than you’ve ever wished them for yourself.  You will strive everyday to be an example to her, so she will never for a single moment feel the pain of the insecurity that you felt yourself.  So live these things.  Be them.  Show her you believe in them and yourself.  Start now, while you’re young and you will experience true freedom.

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You are strong, young lady.  Stronger than you could know right now.  Continue to foster that strength in your heart and soul and you will need the approval of no one.  Unfortunately there is a lot of cruelty in the world that will make your heart hurt.  That wont ever change.  But don’t let the negative words or actions of others dictate how you feel about yourself or change who you are.  Someday the strength that is growing in you now, will help you survive some of the toughest times of your life.

Continue to have an open mind and empathetic heart, young lady.  These are some of your best qualities and I am proud of you for it.  Be kind.  Don’t judge others.  People may surprise you.  We all are fighting battles others know nothing about.

Have fun, young lady.  Life is too short to not enjoy it.  Do what you love.  Be with people you love, who love you back and make you smile.  Let go of the others.  Be with those who see you for who you are, beautifully, perfectly flawed.  Make friends with people from all different walks of life, with different personalities, goals and strengths.  They will enrich your life in ways you couldn’t have known.  They will become some of your most beloved confidants.  Cherish those friendships.  Someday they will mean so much more to you than just drunken nights at the bar, and late night study dates.

Love deeply, young lady.  Love will ultimately be the most important thing in your life.  At times it will bring you to your knees.  It will break your heart.  But you will survive the heartbreak, and it will have been worth every single tear.  You will learn many lessons by loving and having an open heart.  Time moves too quickly, so cherish hugs and kisses.  Don’t ever let go too soon.  Feel every embrace with all of you and save those sweet moments forever in your heart.  These little moments will someday become what made up the best parts of your life.

Fight for what you believe in, young lady.  The most important lesson you will learn in your adult life is this.  Stand up for what you truly believe in.  As long as you aren’t hurting anyone, make decisions that are best for you and those you love.  Not everyone is going to like you or the choices you make, and that is OK.

Take a moment and take a deep breath.  Soak it all in, and look how far you’ve come, young lady

And so I ran

It’s 6am. My heart is heavy today, but my mind is strong. I got my son dressed, the baby fed and I laced up my pink running shoes. One foot in front of the other. My body moves because I told it to. My body is still weak. Too heavy for my knees to handle. But I ran. Slowly. But with purpose. Without any doubt in my mind that I could keep going. I no longer doubt what I can do. My body will run as long as I tell it to. I know that now. It doesn’t make it any easier. It hurts. But the pain is only physical. And so I kept running. Thoughts going through my mind. Life going on around me, as it will no matter what I do. And all I can control is me. And so I ran. I ran towards something better. Towards the person I am building. I ran towards my future. A better day than the one before. To find a better me than who I am today. I no longer have to convince myself to keep going, because I just know I will. Because I am strong.

And so I ran.

Why mediocre just isn’t enough.

A lot has happened since I last wrote. I made it through the 9 months of pregnancy – yahoo! My beautiful, healthy baby girl is 5 weeks old today. The c-section went as planned, and life with two kiddos is starting to become my new “normal”. More about pregnancy and raising two little ones later.

I’ve anxiously awaited the 6 week postpartum mark. The official start of my fitness plan. The day I can get a piece of MY life back and start to build my physical self into the person I want to be. For me, success in fitness is something I can’t say I’ve ever really accomplished. A sad realization for me actually. I’ve struggled for as long as I can remember with body image. Yes, I’ve made changes in my body over the years. I’ve gone from a very overweight girl, to a fairly fit one, and then back again with each pregnancy. I’ve accomplished goals that maybe someone looking from the outside would see as successes. I ran a half marathon, completed several 10k runs, lost all the baby weight after my first baby (and am now working on it after the second!) I do realize how far I’ve come, but sadly it was never enough. There has always been something missing. Especially over the course of the last number of months, I have had a lot of time to think. Time to think about me and who I want to be as a woman, wife and mother. I realized that I’ve been going about things all wrong. It was my mind that really needed the overhaul, not my body. I realized that no matter how much weight I lose, or how fast I can run 10km, it doesn’t mean anything if I don’t change my mindset. Fitness for me has always been such a chore. I’d exercise begrudgingly, complaining and even badgering my trainer, who also happens to be my husband. (Yep – you can imagine how well that goes over!) I made excuses about why I couldn’t exercise that day, or why I ate that snack. I’d secretly (and sometimes not so secretly) be hating the girls whose body bounced back without effort after pregnancy. The girls who were just naturally thin all their lives, and even after a McDonalds feast would never even hit 120lbs on the scale. The ones who just could not ever understand how hard it is for me to get my body back and how unfair it is that my body image issues have (unknowingly until now) impacted every part of my life, for my entire life. If you’ve read my posts or you know me, you’ll know that I really did try. I tried to find my own personal success, and happiness within myself, but I never quite got there no matter how far I ran or what the number on the scale said. Until recently I didn’t realize that it had nothing to do with all of that. It was simply because my heart wasn’t in it. I exercised because I felt I had to. For that person, or that event, or that reason that wasn’t really enough to keep me motivated for the long haul. These reasons would come and go, and my weight and fitness would fluctuate right along with them. My heart just simply wasn’t in it.

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Over these months a lot has happened. Outside of everything that went along with pregnancy and a new baby, I also very clearly saw my baby boy turn into a little man. An incredible, talkative one with likes, dislikes, opinions, a strong power of observation and the ability to verbalize his thoughts. Tonight was a little mommy success. (If you have kids, you’ll relate to this). I got the 5 week old baby in bed in her crib by 8pm and the 2 year old in his pjs, teeth brushed, books read and in his bed just waiting for dad to get home from work and say goodnight. SUCCESS! As I curled up in my own bed hoping to get a little nap before the baby was up again in the night, I heard my sweet little boy Deacus having a chat with his dad. He told his dad that when he was bigger he wanted to jog with mommy. He told him that mommy ran in the mud and he wanted to go too. I nearly broke down into tears right there. They continued to talk and his innocent, two year old voice was so excited as he talked about jogging with mom and lifting weights with daddy when he got bigger.

The night before I went for my first jog postpartum. The kids were both in bed but I talked to Deacus the next morning about it when he noticed my muddy running shoes at the front door. He asked where the mud came from. I told him how mommy’s boo boo was finally healed so I was able to start exercising, and that I had gone for a jog in the rain while he was sleeping. The conversation ended there, as he seemed content with my answer, and we went on with our day. For months previous I had told him that I couldn’t do this, or that because I was pregnant. And as I healed from the c-section I again had to tell him it would be a little bit longer that I couldn’t do certain things because of my “boo boo”. He was only 1 ½ when I got pregnant with his sister. He didn’t even remember me any other way than this. He just thought of his momma as a large woman who didn’t exercise and couldn’t play with him the way his dad could. I really didn’t even realize the impact of this, or that he had really taken all of this in until I overheard his conversation. He was so excited when he talked about mommy jogging.

I’ve been working hard to change my mindset related to fitness and failure, and this was another eye opener for me. I never again want to have to tell him “I can’t”. I never want to tarnish his view of the world and his excitement toward fitness and exercise or anything in life. Most of all, I don’t want to have to pretend. Kids are smart. They see through it. Eventually he will know if my heart just isn’t in it. How can I expect him to be a certain way, when I myself am not? I don’t know how it happens but somewhere along the way, we as adults start to see activity as a chore. We no longer run through fields for hours with endless amounts of energy and beg not to go inside. Yes, maybe the types of activities and reasons behind doing them change as we get older, but the joy and passion for it doesn’t have to. I don’t ever want him to lose that. Especially not because of me.

So what does all this mean to me?

My heart is finally in it. Not for the short term, not because I have to. But because I finally get it. I finally see that having legs that move and arms too, and the ability to use them is a privileged. I am done complaining. Being a mediocre version of myself just isn’t good enough. Not for me, or my family. I deserve better.  They deserve better.  Will this make my workouts any less difficult? Will this mean I won’t struggle along the way? Absolutely not. But it does mean that I am taking on these challenges that I have faced so many times before, with a greater purpose and focus. It goes much deeper than looking good in a bikini. My husband told me once when I was complaining about working out so hard: “You will hate your workouts, but you will love your life”. He couldn’t be more right. It’s not about the 60 minutes in the gym. It’s about living life to my potential. It’s about doing more than just the minimum required to get by. It’s about my joy and positivity spilling over onto those in my life, instead of failures and insecurities hindering them. It’s about my outside being a physical representation of my inside.  It’s about treating my body the way I should so I can live a long, happy life. So I can be truly proud of who I am – inside and out. For me and my family. It’s about having my heart in it and for once in my life approaching my goals with my head in the right place. It’s about truly believing in myself, as I hope my children someday will in their own selves.

To my first born

Tonight I watched you sleep, wondering when the next time would be that it’d be just you and I. You asked me at bedtime in that sweet 2 yr old voice of yours, “Won’t you nuggle me Momma”?  I’m not sure why, but it’s my favourite when you call me “Momma”. How could I say no to a “nuggle” with you!  As you dozed off I watched you like I used to when you were a baby. These moments are less frequent now that you’re a big boy, in a big boy bed who goes to sleep like a big boy all by yourself. Tonight, instead of worrying if I’d wake you, I took full advantage of this time together.  I don’t ever want to forget exactly how this moment felt and just how a 2 yr old you looked as you slept so peacefully. I ran my hand across your head, feeling your soft hair. I ran my finger down the slope of your little nose, memorizing it and every other mark on your face. The bruise you got on your forehead last week when you fell in the driveway trying to grab your shovel. The scrape still healing from the fall when you were racing daddy down the sidewalk. You’re perfect. You’re more than I ever could’ve hoped for. You’re such a big boy now. Fearless. Full of adventure. But you still come running to mom and dad when you hurt. I hope that never ends. Our arms will always be open to you. Our time together is not ending, but it is about to change. I felt her kicking as I lay with you. And in 5 days your baby sister will be born. You will no longer be an only child. I’m a little afraid to admit it, but I feel a certain sadness that the time with just us is ending, though I’m so grateful and excited to welcome your baby sister into our lives. You’ve been the priority in our lives for two years.  And you still will be, but it will be different. My life turned upside down when you arrived. I didn’t know what I was doing or how I’d ever survive those early days with a newborn. It’s hard to even admit it now, because I’d never want you to think you were unloved or unwanted, but I thought maybe I wasn’t cut out to be a mother. But all of those feelings are long since gone and I could not fathom a life without you. My baby boy. My first born. The one who taught me how to be a mother and showed me what unconditional love feels like. Thank you for the last 2 years together. My heart overflows with love, because I have you in my life. It’s not always fun or easy for either of us, as we navigate toddlerhood together.  But at the end of the day, being your mother is what brings me the most fulfillment and is what I’m most proud of in my life. I’m excited to see the love you show us spill over onto your sister too. Things are about to change. Time may be harder to come by for a while. Our world might feel it’s been turned upside down.  But I’m excited to share this journey with you. And one thing I can promise you is that our love and bond will only continue grow stronger in time. Nothing will ever change that! I love you so my baby boy!  More than I could ever really put into words.

Love, Your Momma

The rose that grew from concrete

I thought I would share some of my favorite lyrics below.  Lyrics that I relate to very much.  Lyrics that help me celebrate who I am on days when my damaged petals seem to get the best of me.  On the days where I see those petals as weaknesses, and not the strengths that they are.  On days when I forget to celebrate my tenacity and remember the past is a place from which we came, but it does not define me.  Everybody has a story.  Everyone has overcome obstacles in their life.

Long live all the roses that grew from concrete.

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Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature’s laws wrong it learned how to walk without having feet
Funny it seems but, by keeping its dreams
it, learned to breathe FRESH air
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else even cared
No one else even cared..
The rose that grew from concrete

You see you wouldn’t ask why the rose that grew from the concrete
had damaged petals. On the contrary, we would all celebrate its
tenacity. We would all love it’s will to reach the sun.
Well, we are the rose – this is the concrete – and these are
my damaged petals.  Don’t ask me why, thank God, ask me how!

~Tupac Shakur

 

In this moment

There are many days that pass that are less than blissful.  But then there are days like today.  Days where I am able to live in the moment and feel so much gratitude for the life I have and the great privileged of being a mom.

In this moment I am so grateful.

I am grateful to you my little boy, to have been here with you as you’ve grown up over the past two years, though now it feels that time has moved a bit too quickly.

I am grateful for the unforgettable memories we have made, just us, and the bond we have developed that could not ever be broken.

I am grateful that through you I have been able to experience true, unconditional, pure, endless love.

I feel blessed that at this moment in time, though brief as it may be, that your dad and I are your everything.

I am grateful for your tiny, little hands, especially when they reach up and hold onto mine.

I am grateful for the challenge that comes with a daily life that is no longer driven solely by my needs.  My life would truly be boring without you.

I am grateful that it is us that you call out for in the night to comfort and snuggle you.

In this moment I am grateful for the scars and stretch marks that tell the story of us.

I am grateful for the boy that you have already become.  You are funny and loving and determined.  I am so proud of you.

I am grateful for all you have taught me about life already.  You have helped me remember the importance and power of laughter.

I am grateful every time I hear your high pitched little voice tell me you love me.

I am grateful to get to see the tremendous bond between you and your dad and the special love you have for each other that is indescribable.

I am grateful for those beautiful brown eyes, that look up at me filled with such joy and innocence.

I am grateful to be on this journey with you, and for your patience as I continue to learn how to be the best mom to you that I can be.

I am grateful to get to hear your sweet voice call out “Mommy”, knowing one day too soon I will just be “Mom”.

I am grateful for the love you’ve shown me, in your own little two year old way.  A love that has touched my heart beyond words and forever changed me for the better.

I am grateful to have been the one to watch your first steps, hear your first words and help you get up when you fall.

I am grateful for the renewed excitement you bring to every day, as we experience life for the first time, all over again.

I am grateful for your smile, that instantly lights up even the darkest of days.

I am eternally grateful that you fought so hard to be here with us during your first moments.  Though you struggled for life those first days, you came through it all unscathed and we are blessed that you are here with us today.  You are strong.  You are resilient. My happy, healthy boy.

And to my babygirl who I haven’t yet met, I am grateful every time I feel you move in my belly.  There is nothing like it and I hope I never forget how amazing it felt.

I am grateful to get to be the one who carries you, though the journey isn’t always easy, in this moment I am able to see the true beauty in it.

I am grateful for the excitement and joy you bring to us as we think about our future together as a family.

I don’t ever want to forget how I feel in this moment.  I don’t ever want to stop being able to appreciate the little things.  In this moment I am clearly able to see and feel how blessed I am to be a mom.  And not just a mom…YOUR mom.

Deac

 

 

Stay at home mom vs. Career mom – the great debate!

Let me start by clearly stating my opinion on this one.  The fact that we even have controversy surrounding this subject is completely ridiculous to me.  I have read many articles lately, posing ridiculous questions like “Which is harder?”, “Is staying home REALLY a job?”, “Are career women really able to be good moms?”  Seriously??  I hope those questions made you cringe as much as I did.  Thanks society for taking an already emotional, challenging decision for many women, and making it into a public competition.

When I became a mom, I was lucky to be welcomed with open arms by other moms.  They helped me find my way as I learned to navigate my new life.  They gave me advice and support, and laughed and cried with me.  Some moms who were strangers became some of my closest friends as we bonded over our greatest life challenge yet.  Maybe this isn’t everyone’s experience with other moms, but it was mine and I am forever grateful.  Without these women who were there to listen when I needed it, and tell me it was “normal” when I felt something I thought for sure made me a bad mom (and that quite possibly I should be medicated for feeling), I wouldn’t have made it through those early days.  Isn’t that how it should be?

We are all moms.  Who else can understand what exactly that means besides another parent?  It doesn’t matter if your baby is adopted, born naturally without meds, or via c-section like me.  It doesn’t matter if you are well off, or struggling financially, single or married, 20 or 40 years young.  Career woman, bread winner, daycare provider, work from home.  Yes – These factors definitely influence who we are, and challenge us in differing ways we can’t all claim to understand about each other’s lives.  But the bottom line is, we are all mothers.  We all proudly bare the title of “mom”, and whether we hear it called out to us all day long over and over and over, or after 5:00pm, it doesn’t make any of us, or our role as a mother any less incredible and important.

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So I ask this question to the stay at home moms who feel it is their place to judge moms who return to work: Have YOU walked in her shoes?

Have you juggled being a career woman, and a mother at the same time?  Have you toiled with the heart wrenching decision of returning to work outside of the home, and leaving your child with a stranger who soon will spend more time with your baby than you?  Have you weighed the financial benefits vs. the time you will miss out on with your child, and the possibility that you will regret your decision for the rest of your life?  Have you struggled to make yourself presentable for the corporate world, all the while changing diapers and packing pint sized knapsacks, only to have your perfectly pressed white shirt stained within 5 minutes from a child’s breakfast meltdown?  Have you struggled to be on time for a job that you used to arrive early to, having to actually use the dreaded excuse that it was because of the kids?  Have you taken a job you didn’t love in order to be home on time to pick up your child from school or daycare?  Did you leave the corporate world a successful career woman, only to return scared and confused, missing your child while trying to reintegrate yourself into a world you no longer understand, with no intelligent conversation to share over the lunch meeting besides how many diapers you changed the past weekend?  Have you felt the desire to rebuild your career while fighting with guilt and sadness from feeling you are missing out on your children’s lives?  Have you rushed home after a long stressful day only to be greeted by a child who isn’t excited to see you?

Not every decision is clear cut once you become a mother.  Decisions you never thought you would make, are made.  Feelings you didn’t think you would have, are felt.  Not every woman gladly returns to work without a painful process to get there.  On the other hand, some women do.  And guess what – that’s ok too!

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Now, to those of you who returned to work and feel your career outside of the home is of greater difficulty or importance than being a stay at home mom, I ask you: Have YOU walked in her shoes?

Have you spent an entire day with a screaming baby who cannot be comforted, after only sleeping 3 hours that night?  Have you chased a toddler for hours on end while battling a cold, just praying for naptime to come so you can rest for a moment?  Have you tried with all of your efforts to entertain a child without success, only to be told over and over “I no like you anymore mommy”?  Have you given up a career you loved and financial stability and independence, for the sake of a new little boss whose thanks come in the form of tantrums and throwing food at you?  Have you gone days without speaking to anyone over the age of 3?  Have you ever not been able to shower because your “boss” won’t let you have a 10 minute break?  Have you ever worn the same pants 3 days in a row because you can barely think straight from the exhaustion and sleep deprivation, not to mention do laundry or locate clean pants?  Have you ever gone days without eating a full meal, only finding the time to eat scraps from your boss’s plate?  Have you struggled with guilt as you wonder if there is something more out there for you besides the menial tasks of laundry, dishes and cooking?  Have you wondered if you will ever get a break, and how you will possibly get through the day tomorrow without help?  Have you ever felt the guilt for even questioning whether or not staying at home is the right choice for you?

In or out of the home, each mother and their role has its challenges.  I have experienced a bit of both.  I stayed home with my son for 15 months, then returned on a part time basis.  And in 11 more weeks will be off with baby #2.  I can see both sides.  No, laundry is not a difficult task.  I don’t think any say at home mom would claim that it is.  But being home with children is a challenge that goes way deeper than the tasks others see on the surface.  It is a mental challenge that cannot be explained until you’ve done it.  On the other hand, leaving home brings the many challenges that go along with managing both home and work life every day.  Career woman by day, chef/child entertainer/housecleaner by night.  Both roles are difficult and amazing in their own right and I have a lot of respect for mothers who make these tough decisions for their families and work so hard to be the best moms they can be.

How is success as a mother measured by these “experts” posting these articles after all?  Number of hours in a day with a child?  And how exactly do you measure the degree of difficulty in one’s day?  Don’t we all want the same thing after all?  To raise happy, healthy children who go on to love and be loved, and do good in the world.  Yes, I realize we don’t live in a fantasy world where everyone gets along and has the ability to empathize with one another.  We can’t all imagine what it must be like to live a day in her shoes.  But is it really too much to ask that we don’t judge fellow moms for the choices they make for their families?  Let’s not allow the media and society or ANYONE to pit us moms other against one another in a battle with no positive outcomes.

And a side note here to those of you without children who choose to chime in on this topic – seriously?  (And I say this with much love).  Keep your opinions to yourselves – please and thank you!  You have NO idea what you’re talking about.  I certainly didn’t have a clue what being a mom was until I was one.  I secretly judged other parents as their kids had a meltdown at the grocery store, or ate dirt at the park.  I was the perfect parent – until I became one.  I don’t judge you for not having kids.  Trust me, I could give you 100 reasons why not to have them.  But please don’t judge me for making children the greatest priority in my life!

The truth about Pregnancy…why didn’t anyone tell me?

Today feels like a good day to go on a bit of a rant about the “joys” of pregnancy.  I was feeling good (as good as can be expected at 25 weeks), until 3 days ago.  I got attacked by a cough and cold from hell that has taken me down hard.  After 3 nights of little sleep, here I am to tell you all about it.

DISCLAIMER: If you are a male, proceed with caution!  You may not ever want to know what’s REALLY going on with our pregnant selves.  If you are a female without children, and plan to have them, beware!  What you are about to read may terrify you.  I can assure you though, it’s not as bad as it sounds (well, it kinda is, but you can do it!).  If you are a mom, no disclaimer necessary.  Surely you’ve already experienced some or all of these magnificent pregnancy perks for yourself.

When I was pregnant with my son, on a particularly uncomfortable day, I remember asking a friend why no one warned me about this?  Why didn’t anyone tell me what pregnancy was really like?  This was nothing like what I had read about, and way worse than I could have prepared myself for.  Is it possible that I was the only one who felt this way, and the rest of the moms really were living in pregnancy bliss?  Women have been doing this for centuries, and giving birth without drugs in the middle of the woods!  Maybe my body just wasn’t built for this.  I found myself on a bit of a quest to discover if I was alone in this.  I’d ask other moms I know if they SERIOUSLY enjoyed pregnancy?  I was happy to find that I was not alone (yay!).  The majority of the women I spoke with were in the same boat as me.  They weren’t “glowing”.  They had bad skin, and swollen ankles.  They were huge and uncomfortable and not “all belly”, just like me!

Here is my second disclaimer: I fully recognize the absolute privilege of being able to carry a child, and the huge gift that arrives once it’s all over.  YES – it is all worth it!  It is a true blessing to have a healthy baby at the end of it all.  But let’s just put that aside for a moment, because seriously, it’s not all bliss in the process!  Sometimes a bit of brutally honest, comic relief is necessary.  I personally wouldn’t be able to get through this if I wasn’t able to temporarily throw away all my dignity and privacy, and laugh at what my body has temporarily become. Now, you may be wondering what I’m talking about.  Maybe you ARE one of those women who truly did have a blissful pregnancy, with no noticeable symptoms at all.  Actually I didn’t believe those women existed, until my best friend got pregnant.  3 weeks ahead of me in her pregnancy, she has yet to experience the wonderful side effects that so many of us experience.  To her, and others like her, I am truly happy for you.  And PS, I kinda hate you right now. (You know I love you T!)

So, I will start with the good news.  In my experience these symptoms, side effects, “joys”, whatever you want to call them, all go away once baby makes his/her debut.  So you can breathe a sigh of relief that it is hopefully all temporary!  So, here we go.  The joys of pregnancy through my eyes…

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1.Weight gain:

Might as well start with one of my favorites.  If you are fortunate enough to gain only in your belly, count your lucky stars.  That is NOT me.  And thanks to a pregnancy condition, (that is not serious if handled appropriately) my exercise is to be limited.  Since I am awesome at gaining weight even when not pregnant, there is basically no hope for me right now.  My face is plump, as are my arms, thighs and ankles, and my ribs are nowhere to be found.  I’m sure they are under there somewhere!  Did I miss any body parts?  As the belly grows, common tasks like bending over and putting on your shoes become a chore.  And if you do manage squish that belly into a place where you can get those shoes on, you will likely stand back up huffing and puffing like you just ran a marathon.  Personal grooming?  Good luck.  There will be body parts you may not be able to see for months!  Enjoy hubby!

2. Skin Changes:

Out of nowhere my otherwise “normal” skin was overtaken by bright red spider veins and broken blood vessels.  No part of my body was spared!  Not to mention that my face hasn’t seen the sunlight in a few years.  The pregnancy months are spent lubed up with sunscreen and hiding from the rays.  Then the  first 6 months or so of babies life is spent sheltering them in the shade.  Then all of a sudden it’s winter and soon you’re pregnant again!  So needless to say, my skin is a really nice shade of pasty white combined with bright red blood vessels.  Cute.

3. Heartburn:

You have not experienced heartburn until you’ve had pregnancy heartburn.  It is hard to even explain how painful and uncomfortable it can be.  I thought this was a symptom that if I got it, wouldn’t be a big deal.  I was wrong!  Mine was an intense burning, throbbing pain right in my throat that just wouldn’t go away.  It felt like I was being punched in the throat every time I tried to eat or drink.

4. Back Pain:

This often goes hand in hand with weight gain, and is worsened depending on babies position.  I spent the last 3 months of my first pregnancy sleeping upright on the couch, trying unsuccessfully to get comfortable.  Towards to end of the pregnancy, daily life became a chore.  It hurt to push my huge self up off the couch.  It hurt to walk.  It hurt to sit.  I tried to get comfortable with pillows over here, and over there, behind my back, pillows for hugging.  Then flip over, and try this position and that.  Nothing helped.  Sleeping was pretty much out of the question at this point.

5. Nausea:

The range of symptoms in this category are broad.  I’ve heard of everything from women throwing up non-stop through the entire pregnancy, even while medicated.  Or the sickness that comes only in the morning for the first 12 weeks or so.  Or like me, who just felt nauseous and “off” all day and night for weeks on end.  With my son this ended by 13 weeks (Thank God!).  This time around it lasted until around 20 weeks.  Just in time to enjoy a few weeks of the much anticipated “second trimester bliss”, before all hope of feeling good again is lost for the duration of the third trimester.

6. Bloody noses:

Apparently this is TOTALLY normal.  RIGHT!  Randomly, without warning my nose would bleed.  On the way to work, the store, or just sitting at home on the couch.  Many a time I had to turn around and go home after my shirt being stained with blood.  If this happens to you in public, like it did with me once, it creates quite a frenzy.  Well meaning people(much appreciated by the way!) will rush to your aid because they assume the poor pregnant woman is dying.  Blood has that effect on people.  It’s OK, you probably aren’t.

7.  Food Cravings/Aversions:

I wish my problem was cravings!  This is commonly spoken about as a pregnancy symptom, but I didn’t experience it.  My issue was strong food aversions.  Meat for example.  Ewww!  Just the thought of it sometimes could turn my stomach.  And God forbid I smell or see (especially raw) chicken.  The aversions lessened for me as the pregnancy progressed, but the thought of it now still makes me feel a bit ill!  This sounds like no big deal.  Eat something else, right?  But it’s a vicious cycle.  Not enough protein = feel even more sick than you already do = tired = headache = grumpy, and repeat the next day.  There are many creative ways to try and overcome this issue, like having protein shakes and options other than meat.  But it is challenging when the body is so picky, and the desire (or lack there of) for certain foods changes from day to day and even minute to minute.  One week I ate pork for every meal.  The next week the thought of it make me want to hurl.  Thank you pregnancy for turning me into a crazy person!

8. Vision changes:

Another common symptom – who knew!  I felt unsafe driving at night during my first pregnancy because I had such a hard time seeing.  This time around I had my eyes tested before, and during pregnancy (just for kicks!).  My check up during pregnancy resulted in me being told I needed glasses, where a month prior had perfect vision.

9. Bladder control:

Another one of my favorites!  So as if you don’t feel quite yet that you’ve lost all control of your body and dignity, take away your bladder control too!  Now just for fun, add a common cold to the mix.  Now I spend my days enjoying a series of underwear changes every time I cough and wasn’t able to cross my legs quick enough.  Yep – this is for real!  Jumping jacks – no chance!  Oh, and God forbid I sneeze!  And don’t forget the constant feeling of having to pee, even when you literally JUST left the bathroom.

10. Hemorrhoids:

Gross, yucky, painful.  If you really need more of an explanation, google it.

11. Swollen ankles:

Sounds like no big deal, right?  It’s just cosmetic.  WRONG!  My legs and ankles were so swollen after my son was born that it was painful to walk.  And yes, it is also not attractive.  It’s just one more thing to make you feel super sexy during this time where your own body seems to be laughing as it betrays you over and over again.

12. Stretch marks & loose skin:

Maybe the pregnancy God’s felt bad for giving me every other symptom that is known to man.  I was fortunate to come out relatively unscathed in this category, besides a few light stretchmarks below belly button level.  (Who is ever going to see that anyways?!?) But again, a very common occurrence ranging from light marks to red and blue stretch marks all across the tummy, back, hips and thighs.  The body goes from “normal” to huge in such a short period of time, and is stretched in every direction.  Sometimes the skin goes back, sometimes it doesn’t.  I will let you know what happens after baby #2!

13. Carpal tunnel I would wake up in extreme pain every morning, my hands in a clenched position, my wrists burning.  I couldn’t move my fingers for several minutes.  I would slowly ease them open, wincing at every movement.  As the day progressed I would feel the pain building up, and by the next morning my claws were back in fist position.

14.  Low Blood Pressure

You may pass out if you get up to fast.  Yep – I did…a few times! (totally normal!)

 

Holy crap, did I miss anything???

There you have it.  My take on what pregnancy really looks like in my world.  So, do I still wish I would’ve been told about all the possible “joys” of pregnancy before getting into it?  For me, the answer is yes!  Would it have influenced my decision to have children?  Absolutely not.  Also keep in mind that I am the girl who likes to know as much as possible, as soon as possible.  I am the girl who has the baby room furnished and painted at 20 weeks.  I am the girl who finds out the gender of the baby as soon as I’m able, and has the name picked soon after.  I am the girl who has enough clothing and diapers to cover the first 6 months of the babies life.  That is who I am.

Here is my final disclaimer for today:  Take everything I’ve just written with a grain of salt.  Being in the trenches of pregnancy can make you feel crazy at times!  Some days it’s hard, and some days it’s hilarious.  Some days it just feels like it will never end.  But I can assure you those feelings and negative memories quickly go away once that little bundle arrives, and your body becomes your own again (for the most part).  And for me, being able to laugh at the madness helps me get through.  I talk to my friends about my vagina.  We bond over stories about boobs and stretch marks.  No one can better understand and appreciate what you are going through than a fellow mom who has been there, even if the experiences aren’t quite the same.

Try not to take pregnancy so seriously, and even harder still, try to enjoy the ride.  There is nothing else in life quite like this.

 

Is it Enough? Part deux.

So the answer to the big question I have been asking myself, and have publicly discussed here as I work through it.

Is it enough?

If you read my previous post about this, you know what that question means.  A deep question that is hard to discuss, for the fear of coming across as selfish, or worse yet, as a bad mother.  But in spite of the risk, I ask it anyway.  Is it enough?  Is it OK to accept saying goodbye to my former self, and dedicating all of who I am to being “mom”.  Is it the “right thing to do” to put myself on the back burner for an indefinite amount of time, for the sake of my child (and soon to be children).  Is that necessary for me to really be a good mom?  Can I accept that as my life?

My answer.  No.  

You may read this, especially if you are a fellow mom, and be shocked that I could even consider this question.  How dare I think of me, especially during these early years when children are so impressionable and dependent on the time and love of their parents.  You may think I am a terrible, selfish person for even having this conversation outside of my own head.  You may think this is a no-brainier.  You made the choice to have children and OF COURSE they come first.  OF COURSE you should dedicate 100% of yourself to raising them and their needs.  OF COURSE this is what you should do.  Well, I used to agree with you.  But I don’t anymore.  Does this make me a bad mother?  I have struggled with this question, but now realize the answer is 100%, absolutely not.

I have learned a lot over the past 3 years, and I continue to learn and make mistakes and change direction.  I think this will continue to be a life long process.  One important thing I learned recently, that I wish I had learned sooner, is the importance of “self”.  Yes, it is absolutely a beautiful thing to be a mother.  A great gift that I cherish very much, and try very hard not to take for granted even on the most difficult of days.  Being a mom gives my life great meaning.  It is a beautiful thing to be so selfless and give up so much for our children’s happiness.  But it is also a beautiful thing to remember who you are and truly foster the spirit of that person.  It isn’t easy.  It is a balancing act that I have yet to master, but I am working on it.

There will always be sacrifices and choices made as a mom, that I obviously wouldn’t make as a single person.  I am a mom, a title and role I love love love!  And I want to be a great mom.  My dedication to that and love for my babies hasn’t changed.  In fact it is because of how deeply I love, and how much I want for my children, that I realize the importance of also investing in me and fostering growth within myself.  I am still learning a very important distinction between giving of myself to others versus giving up myself for others.  I have learned that there is nothing negative about wanting to be more.  Being a mom is a huge part of who I am, but it is not all of who I am and I shouldn’t feel guilty for that.

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I’m sure that like myself, you have read or heard all about how we as parents are the most important role models to our children.  They look up to what we do more so than what we say.  And the same sex parent is often the most influential.  At 25 weeks pregnant, with a baby girl on the way, I take this very seriously.  I have already seen that my 2 year old son recognizes who we are by what we do.  He catches on to things, and comments on things that I had no idea he could understand.  He has already started modeling his own behaviors after us, and very much after his dad.  He definitely thinks he is a personal trainer, and surely by 6 or 7 years old he will be putting me through workouts.  And it’s not just my husbands “job” that he sees (And I call it a job in quotes because it is much more than that to him).  My son clearly recognizes strength, confidence and passion in his dad and that already reflects back in his own developing personality.  It’s not just about what my husband does for a living, it’s about the traits he displays while doing it.  And no matter who and no matter what Deacus grows up to be, it is those important pieces that I hope he respects and holds on to.

I want him, and my daughter to see those things in me too.  How would I ever teach them to be a great, if I don’t become that person myself?  How do I say to them that I want them to be great, but it’s OK, mommy is fine right here just being mediocre.  And don’t we all want our children to be great?  And by “great” I mean happy, successful, confident, loving, courageous, passionate, strong and all the rest of the amazing describing words that we all wish for our children.  I want him to witness those things in me.  I want him to see me as a loving, dedicated mother, but also a woman who knows who she is.  A woman who is confident, with a strong sense of self.  A woman who is passionate and happy with who she is.  A woman who is constantly changing, making herself better as she goes.  A woman who doesn’t give up.

Yes, it’s true that I will never exactly be my former pre-baby self.  But I don’t want to be.  Yes, it is hard to juggle life as a mom and not lose myself in the process.  My physical self will never be the same.  I will carry the scars and stretch marks (proudly) forever.  I will forever carry the joys and burdens that come with becoming a mom.  And these are the things that make up who I am, and make me a stronger, better person.  These are the parts of myself that I am most proud of.  The parts of myself that give me the greatest motivation to become something more than I am today.  I’ve realized that I matter.  I’ve realize that the better I feel about myself, the more I dedicate to my own happiness, the better I am able to be a great mom and wife.  The more I am able to give selflessly and without resentment, to those I love.  I deserve to be at my best for ME.  And my family deserves to have me at my best too.

So who am I?  Where do I go from here?  How do I rediscover my identity, juggle it all and find my true happiness?

Well, this seems like a good place to start.  Hi, I’m Shannon.  Nice to meet you.

 

Can’t we all just get along!?

I don’t often write about social, political or other issues.  That’s not what I’m here for.  I’m not here to fight a cause or push my world beliefs on others.  But I have been exposed to this topic of conversation through a few different avenues in my life lately and I thought I would address my thoughts on it.

Gym bullies.  Ok, so maybe “bully” is an over-used term.  But I’ll explain the people I’m talking about.  I’m talking about the ones who smirk and stare and laugh with their friends when a less than fit gym-goer is making their best attempt at running or they happen to be bending over.  I’m talking about the ones who feel the need to publicly or privately criticize others who are simply in their presence and trying to better themselves.  I’m talking about the extreme ones taking pictures of people at the gym in less than flattering positions (and even posting them!).  We’ve all seen these people at the gym, and to me it’s really sad.

Before I go on with my mild rant, I also want to say this disclaimer.  I believe there is a difference between the person I just described vs. a high performing achiever who’s physical perfection intimidates us solely because of our own insecurities and perception.  It’s easy sometimes to put our insecurities on the fit girl who runs on the treadmill for an hour with ease and the buff guy who has big muscles.  But every fit person at a gym isn’t there to launch a personal attack on those of us who may struggle in this area.

So let me be very clear.  Not all fitness buffs are jerks.  I am married to one, and he is the exact opposite of the person I just described.  He has a body 10 years in the making that was built from the ground up by shear determination, dedication and passion.  He is the guy that you might even judge when you walk by because he is focused and at the gym for a very clear purpose which goes much deeper than the physical that you see.  But he is also the guy who has met, coached, befriended and mentored many people who have had the guts to walk up to him at the gym, simply because they want to be something more than they are.  He isn’t the guy who laughs or smirks at others who dare step into those doors.  He isn’t the guy who turns someone away because he is too good to waste his time talking to those who may not excel in their fitness like he does.  He is humble and genuinely caring and I am proud that he is the type of man who willingly shares his talents with others.

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I think some people mistake intimidation for strength, when to me it really shows a great amount of weakness.  If you are truly proud of who you are, and are successful and happy, why wouldn’t you want to share that?  Why wouldn’t you want others to feel as great as you do?  Seriously people, can’t we all just get along?

I have been on both sides of this scenario, so I get it.  I was the girl who weighed more than an averaged sized man.  The girl who gained 93lbs during my first pregnancy and had to work my butt off (quite literally) to loose the weight.  For anyone who tells you baby weight just “falls off” after – they’re lying!  Unfortunately that is not every mothers reality!  I was the girl so embarrassed to even go sign up for a membership, because my body was in SUCH bad shape.  But I shouldn’t have felt that way.  What better place for me to be than right there!  There is nowhere else I should’ve felt more comfortable and more proud.  Proud for getting off the couch and taking those steps to not accept what my physical self had become.  And so I squeezed into my extra large track pants and borrowed my husbands t-shirts.  I couldn’t have felt worse about myself.  But I was determined to make a change – and so I did!  The process was not easy, and battling my insecurities publicly as my body learned to move again was mentally and physically challenging.

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It took me a full year to get my body back.  Once I got into the groove of mommy hood and really committed myself to my fitness, I did a 10 week program that my husband designed for me, and lost the final 45-ish extra lbs I was still carrying.  Yes – that is more weight that most women gain during pregnancy in TOTAL.  I was officially down to a weight I hadn’t seen since college, and was about 10lbs lighter than before I got pregnant.  I felt fit, I felt proud, I felt healthy.  I was happy.  A few months later I suddenly found myself on the other side.  A woman who had seen me drop off my son at Kids Club everyday for an hour for nearly 3 months, and sweat through my t-shirts every time, asked ME how I did it.  ME.  The overweight, out of shape, post-baby body ME who was nervous and insecure walking through those gym doors a few short months back.

We aren’t all in the same place.  Some of us are fighting a life-long battle with weight and nutrition.  Some of us are trying to lose the baby-weight.  Some have experienced a tragedy and are trying to get their lives back, including their physical selves.  Some are at their peaks, with 6% bodyfat, who can run a 45 minute 10k and squat 300lbs.  Whoever we are, wherever we are in our journey’s, be proud of yourself.  Maybe that’s a lot to ask, but really, who are any of us to judge another.  Especially in a place designed for people of all shapes and sizes to go and find their greatness!

So, if you are someone who isn’t where you want to be and wants to make a change, someone who’s jeans are too tight, or forget jeans all together!  Maybe you’ve been limited to yoga pants for months, or years even.  This post is for you!  Negative people will be everywhere you go, and they aren’t worth spending a second of your energy on (Easier said than done, I know!).  Be proud of where you are and that you’ve decided to be brave and admit you aren’t happy with yourself, and get that butt off the couch and to a gym.  Don’t let anyone or anything get in the way of you reaching your goals and being at your best.  Trust me, I know this isn’t easy, and it is definitely a constant battle.  As a 23 week pregnant woman who is ballooning again quite rapidly, I will soon be there right beside you, starting all over again after baby #2!  Let’s try to enjoy the ride.