Postpartum
Self-love is a difficult thing to fully embrace. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I can’t help but notice that my hips are wider than they used to be, and my stomach had lumps and bumps that didn’t used to be there. But then I tried to remember that my hips are wider because they have given birth to two beautiful children. And my belly is extra squishy because it spent 18(eighteen) months making sure that my two sweet little babies had a place called “Home”.
Sometimes what we see as ‘Flaws’ on the outside,are actually what makes us stunningly beautiful inside. One month after an elective C-section and there I was…don’t know if to all,second is more painful than the first or was I expecting it to be a cake-walk like my first.
I had such scorching pain throughout the surgery and even later that I thought something wrong had happened with me. While turning when asked to,while standing up,while walking,I wondered why is God this time so unkind for me to bear this..(funny though?)
Even now,I can sometimes feel painful stitches,a weaker body,inabily to lift my elder one for long..
Postpartum body disappoints with stomach like a deflated balloon,loose skin and heavy bosom. All what I can dream of is a perfect body as I had before jumping into Motherhood ☺️
Just one thing keeps me going through all this is that…I was made a woman for being strong,brave and powerful and I’ll never be weak no matter what..✨✨
Great journey
Thank you ☺️
Awesome loved every bit of it.
Thank you Sushmita?
That was really wonderful really felt every moment of my pregnancy journey.
Cheers to Motherhood ?
Life is all about learning and stepping further to experience every tingle. So as for you from being a baby, elder sister, wife and now mother. Each role has its own significance and loving memory. The inevitable love for each kind has its own feeling.Obsession towards looks are less important than the mother love. You are quiet an inspiration and thoughtful for everyone. You are amazing! Keep rocking as usual.
That was the sweetest. Thank you my dear…Priya?
God helped you in this journey then and now. This post reminds us what our mothers go through, making us value them even more.
Thank you Abrar ?
Well penned Sharmila. The journey nis always unique with pain and pleasure alike.