reflecting on loving my postbaby bod

I'm two months postpartum and about twenty pounds from my prepregnancy weight. But ya know what, I'm okay with it. And the reason being, is that my sons needs are far more important than my own vanity right now.

A couple weeks ago I tried to cut back on my calories and start working out. The result: my milk supply tanked. Fortunately I caught it fast enough to realize what I was doing and stop before it affected me too heavily. I have since scaled down the work outs and maintained a healthier calorie amount. (Or rather just not counting calories anymore. I think numbers stress me out too much!)

This whole mommy thing is new to me. And it's hard sometimes to realize my body is nothing like it used to be. But even so, this body made a baby. This body grew a baby. And this body gave birth to a baby. My baby.  My beautiful son who I love with every ounce of my being. And I am slowly coming to terms with the fact that even though my new body may look different from my "old body" it is still amazing. Maybe a different kind of amazing. But none the less, amazing. 

What matters most now is my son and his health and well being. Whether or not I can fit into my old jeans or wear a swimsuit in public this summer is no longer important. My little boy will only be this little for so long. And before I know it he'll be off to kindergarten, then high school, then college, and married with kids of his own. I'm scared to blink! So taking this time to enjoy my son and not worry about my body is important. I can worry about my weight and stretch marks later. But for now (and really, for always) I need to focus on my son. 

I feel so fortunate to have such a healthy and happy child and I want to be the best mom I can possibly be. As moms we make a ton of sacrifices, and one of them being our bodies. But today I am happy to say, that I am proud of my stretch marks and my slightly rounder belly. Because every one of those stretch marks I earned. And even when they start to fade, I will always remember that once, not too long ago, that belly was home to my son.