I’m 14 months postpartum now with baby number two. My sweet Everly is 1 year old and Eleanor is already three! I feel like I’m in uncharted territory. By this point in my first postpartum journey, I was already pregnant again.
There was one month where I wasn’t breastfeeding or pregnant, so if you were to have asked me at that point what I thought about my postpartum body, I probably would have laughed and said, “MY body?! This hasn’t been MY body in two years!”
Throughout my second pregnancy, it became clear that there were some lingering issues that had been unresolved after my pregnancy with Eleanor. I wrote about the three things I wish I had done before getting pregnant again, and I still believe resolving them would have made a significant difference in where I am physically today.
I also wrote about how fantastic I found my recovery to be after the birth of Everly. I felt strong and in control. My pain wasn’t nearly as bad, and I felt more like “Joanna” much sooner than I had after my first birth.
So what am I here to say today?
What are my thoughts one year postpartum? Well, it’s safe to say that I’m not exactly where I thought I’d be.
Despite early gains with healing my diastasis recti, I find myself again with a nearly 3 finger wide gap in my abs. My core strength is virtually nonexistent, and even simple tasks like laying Everly down in her crib, hoisting Eleanor into her car seat, or pulling the girls in the wagon exacerbate the issues. My stomach cones out and my belly button is stretched wide.
I’ve been increasing the intensity of my workouts. I’m running more mileage than ever before and I’ve absolutely been LOVING the addition of two Orange Theory classes each week. I am so ready to make big physical changes. I WANT to do hard things, but I feel like so much of my body is failing me.
While I am angry/frustrated/surprised/confused at the situation I’m finding myself in one year postpartum, I’m still incredibly proud of everything my body has accomplished. I do not like where I am today, but I’m taking steps to find some real resolution.
I had an appointment this week with my OB who oversaw both of my pregnancies and deliveries, and I walked out the door with exactly what I came for – a referral for physical therapy.
I’m 28 years old and I refuse to let this be my reality. I don’t want to be talking about these concerns in a year, ten years, thirty years, so I’m starting today.
Comments are open! If this topic is something you have questions about or are interested in learning more about, let me know and I’ll keep you updated as I go through PT!