I am sat here waiting for my little man to wake up for his midnight feed, reflecting on the last 13 weeks that I’ve been off work, embarking on a new chapter of my life… Motherhood.
I finished work at the beginning of July and was awaiting the arrival of a baby (at this point not knowing that he was going to be a he)! Sensing my impatience, Teddy Ray Chapman came 10 days early and this is when my world changed forever (alongside my vagina!!)
No exercise session will ever compare to childbirth, however I do think my fitness background helped with the mental element of labour. My marathon/triathlon mindset got me through each contraction and each push as if it were another mile to the race.
After 10 weeks of sleepless nights, endless nappy changes and learning about a whole new love that I didn’t think was possible, I am about to embark on working life as a mummy.
I have missed exercise more than I ever realised I would and naively, didn’t think it would be this tough to restart. My muscles are weaker (mainly referring to my pelvic floor muscles, which I can honestly say don’t think will let me ever perform a star jump again). My used-to-be toned bits are now wobbly. And my once small boobs are now swollen and decide to randomly leak as I come to an end of breastfeeding!
Time permitting, I will keep you posted with my journey back into fitness and share with you the differences I find with not only juggling the work/home life balance but with my body changes too.
And 5, 6, 7, 8…. Let’s go!