Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I can picture the woman I used to be. She stands there in her stylish shoes and tailored outfit, radiating confidence and ease. Her mind is clear, her body is fit—she has time to herself. She is the version of me before motherhood.
Will I ever see her again? Probably not. Why? Because I’m a mom now.
Let me clarify—my life has transformed in countless beautiful ways since my children arrived. Each day, their boundless love and curiosity rejuvenate my spirit. However, I would be dishonest if I said that my body hasn’t suffered in the process of bringing them into this world.
Sleepless nights? I expected those. But the total loss of my former pain-free self? That took me by surprise. The truth is, I wasn’t ready for the fierce battle motherhood would wage against my own body.
These days, I wake up feeling like I’ve aged decades overnight—there’s always something that aches. It wasn’t always like this. My entry into motherhood started off relatively calm. Sure, there was fatigue (which was no shock considering I was pregnant with twins), but unexpected challenges soon followed.
What began as a harmless itch on my palms turned into a diagnosis of cholestasis, a rare condition that made my entire body sting and swell. Then came pre-eclampsia. All of this while my legs and feet swelled painfully, and my appetite vanished (it’s quite a struggle to maintain a normal stomach size when two babies are growing inside you).
So, when labor finally started, I was relieved, thinking the worst was behind me. But I was in for a surprise. I ended up with a ‘natural’ delivery that was anything but straightforward, due to a mysterious hemorrhage that required twelve pints of blood and an eight-day ICU stay.
Other unexpected “gifts” included:
- A baseball-sized blood clot in my abdomen.
- A month-long period of severe incontinence that left me almost unable to stand without creating waterfalls.
- Unsettling heart palpitations that struck at the most inconvenient times.
- An episiotomy that was so poorly executed, I had to shuffle around and sit on pillows for six months.
Eventually, I recovered from this nightmarish list and began focusing on my little ones. But I soon learned that pain wasn’t finished with me yet. Just two months in, I tore the lowest disc in my spine—a tragic feat considering my back had been healthy my entire life. The resulting burning pain stole away any chance of rest during those exhausting early months with twins, lingering for seven long months. Thankfully, sheer exhaustion allowed me to sleep with ice packs.
A couple of months later, my right hip went out—a strained muscle that took weeks to heal. Pain took a break for a while, but it returned that summer when my babies began teething. That’s when the dizziness hit.
Most people wouldn’t categorize dizziness as pain, but when you feel like you’re on a relentless, high-speed carousel, it certainly feels painful. The headaches, nausea, and inability to focus on anything, including TV or social media, made those five weeks of vertigo unbearable. My doctor couldn’t alleviate it. I endured.
Yet, the trials my body has faced have also revealed unexpected strengths. I see it in the astonished faces of strangers as I deftly manage two tantruming toddlers or collapse a double stroller using just one hand. Their expressions combine sympathy and surprise; they marvel at my physical capabilities and how I navigate the chaos that now defines my life.
It’s amusing when I think back to a time when I might’ve been labeled weak. I used to avoid heavy lifting at all costs, and now it’s a daily requirement.
Despite my body feeling like an old machine, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I now possess a resilient frame—one that brought two babies into the world simultaneously and continues to push forward. This body is doing its best for me, and for that, I give myself a break. It’s proven to be stronger than I ever imagined, and if pain is part of the deal for a while, so be it.
Here’s a truth that no one warned me about: if you choose the path of motherhood, it will be the greatest physical challenge you’ll ever face. But, as the saying goes, no pain, no gain. I’ve come to realize that “they” were probably mothers.
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In summary, the journey of motherhood is fraught with challenges, both physical and emotional. While it can take a toll on our bodies, it also reveals a strength we never knew we had. Embrace the journey, for it is one of growth and transformation.
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