Wednesday, May 01, 2013
I loved bringing home our new baby from the hospital. We were all settled in and cozy. UNTIL, the baby seemed to have a set of grown folk lungs. I remember those days very well. Sleepless nights, pacing the floors for hours, colic...yep it was all there. Back then I couldn't pretend to care what I looked like after giving birth. I didn't think about having nice tight abs or having arms that don't jiggle when I wave good bye. All I cared about was taking care of my sweet newborn.
By the time I had my next baby, I had a different perspective. All I could think about was how much weight I gained. I just couldn't feel comfortable in my own skin. Then, wouldn't you know it; here comes baby #3 and he was huge! He was almost 10 lbs. at birth. I gained 50 lbs with that baby. I completely felt like a heffer! Hmm, what to do what to do! My eureka moment came when I leaned over to pick him up. He was a very poor sleeper and had childhood asthma. I swear the kid was allergic to sleep. I'd lean over his little bassinet and scoop him in to my arms. Carried him around for hours on end. My arms eventually got really strong. I had some awesome biceps.
Next came the challenge of tightening up my tushie. When I sat down to nurse him, sometimes I would just squeeze my butt while sitting. Don't laugh! It works. That poor baby was in and out of the hospital so often...I can't say for sure, but I think the hospital just kept a room available to us. I eventually lost interest in losing weight or strengthening muscle.
OH OH...Here comes baby #4! I was 36 when I had my last child. Baby #3 finally started sleeping thru the night. After all, he is 6 yrs old. I'd say it's about time! I started using my baby as weights. Pacing the floors for what i'm sure felt like miles and miles! Holding, kissing, lifting...sweating! Now their all grown. I will never EVER have six pack abs, or have arms that don't jiggle. I do however have a tight family. All that lifting and pacing and holding paid off very well.