Helping is Healing

I had to take Chase to get his 4 year old shots yesterday. Oye. I am now convinced it is harder to take a 4 year old because they can say things to break your heart. Plus, I can’t stick a boob in his face and make it all better anymore.  I told Chase that he was a brave boy while he was crying but he disagreed and said, "no, I am not a brave boy."  So, after going through a few breathing exercises so he could actually talk, I made him say out loud that he, in fact, WAS a brave boy. When we were walking out I told him that when I was pregnant with both him and his brother I cried because I was so scared to have surgery.  Chase replied with a surprised, “you did?!”  I said, “yes, I did.”  I told him that I was still brave even though I cried. And I was so happy I got the surgery because now I have you and De an. Being brave means doing something you might be scared to do, so crying is sometimes part of the process.  Then I got to thinking….....

I decided to write this blog for my own sanity! Every day I end up ignoring my kids to write long post to a stranger on either the Diastasis Recti support group, CrossFit mom group, or Mom2Mom group. I just want to be the person that I needed years ago so badly, so please help me share my message! Here is my stomach. Severe Diastasis Recti. It looked similar to this after my first pregnancy, but it definitely protrudes much more after my second. The creation of my stomach in its current state is multi-faceted. Small torso, big baby (both boys almost 9 pounds) Genetic factors: I got the short end of the stick how my fascia responded to these stressors. Making my already bad situation worse during my first “fit pregnancy” by doing exercises to increase intraabdominal pressure Returning to CrossFit and the physical demands of motherhood with no guidance Thinking I was healed more than I actually was after my first round of ...