They say that the first three months after giving birth are the 4th trimester and this couldn’t be truer. Although, I would say that the 4th trimester extends far past this.
For all the mamas out there, you get it.
It takes 9 months to grow a tiny human so why on earth do we think it should take a short amount of time to “bounce back?” Which by the way, isn’t possible. There’s no going back after becoming a mother; only moving forward. There’s no such thing as “bouncing back” because our world has been completely irreversibly changed forever.
I want to take a moment to pause and reflect over the last 5 months. I’ll be sharing my postpartum journey plus all the teething essentials we are beginning to use for our little monkey. (Jedidiah’s two front teeth are coming in - just in time for Christmas) 😉
Let me start off by saying that I feel like the postpartum journey is often marked by the physical, first. And maybe rightly so. A woman’s body has changed so much in such a small amount of time and then...just like that...a new life comes into the world; into a mother’s arms. A baby is born but also a warrior woman. Ask any mother and yes, she cares a lot about her physical postpartum journey. And all of us have insecurities in one way or another. However, the postpartum journey is less physical, I dare say, and a whole lot more emotional, mental and spiritual.
Every day of motherhood I am shocked by how much I have to fight my flesh = all the selfishness we as humans contain apart from Christ. It’s true. Motherhood / Parenthood is overwhelmingly joyful and outrageously difficult. I didn’t know that becoming a mother would bring out the best of me and the worst of me. Every day I face the choice of life or death. Life meaning walking in ALL the fruits of the Spirit. Death meaning anger that leads to sin. I just didn’t know...I didn’t know that I would be so exhausted some days that changing another diaper feels like a mountain to climb. I didn’t know that my heart would swell with joy seeing my baby smile over and over again. I didn’t know that some days I just don’t want to breastfeed. I didn’t know that I coveted my sleep so much. I didn’t know my son could make me laugh so much and could ease every worry. I didn’t know...
“I can do this with Christ.”
For me, I feel like this sums up the past 5 months. My postpartum journey has involves a lot of prayer, a lot of dependence on my husband and a lot of seeking advice from other Moms. Oh and...a lot of letting go of control.
Can I control how long my baby sleeps?
Can I control how many to do’s are completed?
Can I control the fussiness of my baby?