First Steps To Fitness After Giving Birth

During my pregnancy, I gained a total of almost 25lbs, which mainly went all to my belly. I felt like I was carrying a bowling ball around with me the whole time lol. While I was pregnant, I’m not going to lie, I was very concerned about what my body would be like afterward. I was terrified of the thought that I would never be able to achieve my fitness goals any longer. I constantly had people telling me that my body would never be the same as before, that bikinis and crop tops would be a thing of the past, that I no longer would be able to wear tight clothing, that from here on out my body would go down a plunging spiral. First off, anybody can wear crop tops, bikinis, and tight clothes. There’s no certain body type you have to have in order to wear clothes that make you feel beautiful. Secondly, why people think it’s okay to be so harsh and negative towards someone who’s pregnant is beyond me. We already have enough on our plates to worry and stress about then your concern of what our body will look like in the long run. And thirdly, do me a favor and don’t listen to them, okay? They don’t know anything. Just because maybe they didn’t get the results they wanted to doesn’t mean you won’t be successful.

You can do absolutely anything you set your mind to. Even get into the BEST shape of your life, if that’s what you really wanted. Yes, of course, it won’t be easy and you won’t see result from one day to the next. It honestly more than likely won’t be months until you start to see progress, but don’t let that hold you back. Keep pushing because once you begin to see your results you won’t want to stop and no one will be able to. It’s going to take a lot of determination, focus and with consistency, you will reach your goals.

The best advice I can give through my experience is not worrying so much about your physical appearance, as hard as that may be. What’s more important right now is your health, as well as your baby’s. Nourishing your body with healthy foods that provide you with nutrients and vitamins will help fuel your body and possibly even make recovery faster for you. Now, who wouldn’t want that? Remember, your body is enduring many changes at this stage in life. If there’s any point where you should be cautious and aware of what you’re eating it should be now. But an occasional pizza and ice cream never hurt anyone either. No need to torture yourself. 🙂

Now, once you get cleared from your doctor that it’s safe for you to begin doing exercises again is when you can begin to focus on what your fitness goals are. I would recommend starting off slow at first, nothing too intense yet till your body is properly healed. A good start would be pelvic bridges, kegels, heel slides, or even just taking nice long walks outside. After you start to gain strength and endurance you may move on to more intense workouts. Listen to your body. If you’re trying to move on to squats or lunges and you’re body doesn’t feel right then stop and try again in a week or so. You don’t want to over push yourself and cause injuries.

It’s important to always surround yourself with people who uplift, encourage and support you. Surround yourself with people who make you happy and who make you feel good about yourself. Trying to achieve anything, not only fitness, with a baby or child will always be a challenge, but we must continue forward because it will be so worth it at the end. Negativity? Ain’t nobody got time for that lol. I’m here to encourage and to support all the amazing moms out there as we try to achieve our goals, whatever they may be.

This is my journey to becoming the best version of myself for my beautiful baby girl Isabella. 💕 39weeks

Look at all that belly! 👀 👀
Photo was taken one week before giving birth

Birth Story

The Day I Became A Mother

It was a late Wednesday evening on April 26, 2017, when I began to feel my first contractions. I was in my living room eating dinner, relaxed, enjoying Scandals newest episode with my fiancé. At first, the contractions weren’t too consistent, but just the thought of our baby girl being born was thrilling, and believe me I was MORE than ready. I was 39 weeks dreaming of not being pregnant any longer. I was exhausted, to say the least. As the night and morning continued my contractions became stronger and more frequent. I began timing my contractions and by around 1 am the following day they were coming every 5-8 minutes lasting 45 seconds to a minute long. My fiancé and I woke up around 9 am Thursday, still feeling the contractions I told him I think we should go to the hospital. Once we got to the hospital, of course, just my luck, my contractions suddenly stopped. I looked over at my fiancé smiling, shaking my head telling him that I already knew they were going to send us home because I wasn’t feeling anything anymore. But regardless, we checked in and waited to be seen by a nurse. The nurse examined me, told me I was 2cm dilated, however, my contractions weren’t consistent nor strong enough to keep me there. So back home we went. The rest of that morning and afternoon went by and by night time the contractions were back. I began timing them as usual, but they were more or less the same as before, so I attempted to just sleep it off. Little did I know I would be up all night tossing and turning trying to get some sleep. The contractions this time around were so painful and frequent that I wasn’t able to get even a minute of rest. I tried different breathing techniques, different body positions, anything that I could think of that might possibly help ease the pain but nothing worked. I couldn’t help but think this MUST be the real deal now there’s no possible way the hospital would send me back home and if they did I wouldn’t know what to do. We loaded up our bags again and by 9 am Friday morning, we were back once more at the hospital. This time around things went a bit more different. I was 4cm dilated with contractions occurring every couple of minutes. The nurse gave me the option of walking around the hospital to see if it would help me dilate to speed up the labor process which I gladly took. My fiancé and I walked around the hospital for about an hour before returning back to see the nurse again. This time when she examined me I was a shocking 7cm! I couldn’t believe it! Wow, I thought! This is going to be much quicker than I expected. And, boy, was I wrong. They began preparing to transfer me over to the delivery room and before I knew it, I was in a wheelchair on the way to deliver and soon finally meet our beautiful daughter. It was around noon when we arrived at the room and from there just played the waiting game. Contractions were still very frequent and intense but nothing I couldn’t handle. I used different breathing techniques I read about online as well as different YouTube videos I had seen to help with the pain and they worked miracles for me. My nurses frequently came in to check on me to see if I was dilating anymore, but it was as if I was stuck at 7cm getting nowhere quick. At around 7 pm the nurses asked me if I wanted to have them break my water to see if that would speed up the process, which I agreed to because I figured why not. So they broke my water. And oh my gosh! I can’t even begin to put into words how much more intense these contractions were. They honestly felt 500x stronger than before, a pain so intense I knew there was no way I would be able to deal with it much longer. Especially since there’s no way of knowing exactly when I would be ready to start pushing. I lasted about 45 minutes before I finally gave in and told them to just give me the epidural, I couldn’t take the pain any longer. Once the epidural finally kicked in I was golden. I felt no pain, no discomfort, nothing and so the waiting game started once more. I slowly began to dilate a little more and more with the help of a peanut birthing ball put between my legs. Then FINALLY, a little after 11 pm I was fully dilated and ready to start pushing. It was at that exact moment when the doctor was about to come in to deliver my baby when he got called for an emergency c-section so instead, my midwife delivered the baby for me. I pushed for 32 minutes total and our beautiful little girl was finally born at 11:44 pm on Friday, April 28, 2017. She was strong, healthy and weighed 8lbs 5oz.

Isabella Mae ❤️