It's no secret to family and close friends that I absolutely hated having a c-section. I was aware from the start of the pregnancy that a c-section was a possibility, given the fact that I was carrying twins. Throughout the pregnancy one or both babies was breech at almost every ultrasound, so that increased the chances even more. When we found out that I had polyhydramnios (too much amniotic fluid surrounding the babies) and that could mean the cords coming out before the babies, it was pretty much a given that a c-section was necessary before my water broke.
The recovery was long and painful and an added stress to an already stressful situation of having two preemies in the NICU. My feet were swollen so bad that I couldn't even wear flip flops without them cutting into my feet. I've heard that emergency c-sections can pose a rougher recovery. I believe this had a lot to do with it. I was in labor, without any pain meds, for 7 hours before I had a c-section. And the goal was to get the babies out as quickly as possible, so there was a lot of pulling and tugging hard to pull my muscles apart during surgery.
But it was done for a reason and it probably saved the twins' lives and mine.
Fast forward 6 months and the c-section belly pooch is still there. I have lost all the baby weight but I have not lost the belly pooch. And it bothers me a lot.
I'm okay having to move up a pants size. It actually makes it easier to find jeans that are long enough. But I feel very self conscious about the pooch.
I know that I haven't made the best choices with food lately. One too many spoonfuls of Nutella (my goodness that stuff is good!) and a few too many sodas.
But I'm ready to start eating (and drinking) better and start exercising. I'm sure that a full blown Crossfit style exercise program isn't feasible with my lifestyle right now, but a walk with the boys and some post-natal yoga are.
So I'm raising my glass (of nice, healthy water) to making healthier decisions. Belly pooch, be gone!
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