Madison turned 6 months old today. Can you believe it? I sure couldn't. To celebrate, we fed her desert with dinner - mashed up blackberries. She LOVED it and threw a fit once she was done.
On a more serious note, her half-birthday made me reflect on her birth. I went searching through old pictures and found this one, and my heart stopped:
On a more serious note, her half-birthday made me reflect on her birth. I went searching through old pictures and found this one, and my heart stopped:
This was in the middle of the night, after everything had settled down. As you can tell from my swollen eyelids (no, that's not makeup), and my bloated lips, I felt like I had been beaten up. Madison had been separated from me all day, and once we were finally reunited, I insisted that she sleep on my chest with me.
We were two beaten up gals.
Compare that to today, and we have both come a long way.
Since her birth, I've been determined to take back control of my body and rebuild my strength. Not that working out would have or will prevent another c-section, but I just felt so weak after her birth, I needed to prove my strength to myself.
So in a lot of ways, her 6 month birthday was just as much of a milestone for myself. This morning, I went jogging while pushing maddie in the stroller like always. But this time I ran farther than I have since high school. It was liberating. I finally felt strong again.
Hopefully I can keep this up... who knows what I (or she) will accomplish by her 1st birthday?
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