So along with this picture, I though I would give you a little back ground. The first picture is my last belly picture from my last pregnancy. Little did any of us know there was 10+ pounds of baby in there!! YES I carried a 10.3 lb baby! Holy cow, literally. Now, who's up for a little "birth story" - I love reading birth stories...
My first pregnancy ended in a c-section and after that I swore to myself I would do everything in my power to NEVER have another. So, when we decided to try to get pregnant for the second time I found an OBGYN that would let me try for a VBAC (vaginal birth after Cesarean). The reason most doctors say no to this is because there is a 1% chance of a uterine rupture. I figured I'd take my chances. My pregnancy went smoothly. I had no issues. Once I hit about 38 weeks, I was measuring about 40+ weeks. I would not consent to an induction until I was actually 40 weeks. So, that time rolled around. I scheduled my induction for the day after my due date. I was devastated. I wanted so bad to go into labor naturally. My induction went smoothly, and I progressed nicely (something that I didn't do the first time around). Once it was time to start pushing, I was experiencing tremendous pain on my upper left side, despite the epidural. I was working through it and gave pushing a go for a good hour. Finally, my doctor said it was time to get the baby out via csection. Again I was devastated, but I trusted my doctor and knew to follow her instincts. Here's where the story gets Crazy...I had had a csection before, I knew how quickly things went once you got in the operating room. This time things were different. It took longer but eventually I heard the screams of my newborn son. Thank GOD! I met him, kissed him and then he and Matt were off. I was then informed, even though I don't really remember this...but I was going to be in surgery for another 2 hours because my uterus had ruptured and my bladder had been cut open when the csection incision was made. Remember, I said there was a 1 freaking % chance of this happening! My uterus was repaired, my bladder was repaired. I was alive and my baby was alive. We were both so lucky! I healed, he was healthy. Thank GOD! The end :)
Picture number two - and My weekly motivation picture is exactly 6 months after the birth of my 10lb baby boy. High five, right?! Matt and I had a Caribbean cruise in April - Nolan was born in October. I gave myself through the end of the year to heal and starting in January went to work! I lost 50 lbs in 3 months and managed to wear my bikini on our cruise. Unfortunately, after that I stopped working out and taking care of myself and here I am today. (NO BIKINI PIC aint no way!) BOO! But I can do it!! I know I can! I have proved to myself that I can do anything I set my mind to. So now that I've pumped myself up - Time to get a work out in! I am challenging myself and anyone reading this (anyone??) to do something to motivate yourself AND someone else today!
Make it A GREAT Day!!
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