New Mom: A.K.A. Cave Woman

I said it wouldn’t happen — that I would be that mom who struggled to take a shower.

I aspired to be that mom who still put on her face: eyebrows at the very least.

I am only now wondering how superficial I used to be or was I just a victim of a childless adult?

I sit here writing this short tale as I pump to ensure my little one has enough to eat at night or else I risk the having what my husband and I refer to as the “Boob Attack”.

Today I Googled the phrase “What is a bleb?”. Who am I?

I don’t recognize myself.

Since I’ve been cut open like a fish during my C-Section which wasn’t even the worst part, (I can live with the scar — I won’t be wearing any Brazilian bikinis anytime soon).

I’ve also frequently avoided mirrors or taking too long in the bathroom.

One moment gotta feed the L.O…

Back — now where was I?

Oh right, my stomach looks like an over grown kangaroo pouch but I’m told it’s my battle scar and I should love it. I’m still not healed but I’m getting there.

I miss working out but going on walks helps although it takes me 2 hours to get out of the house and then either she isn’t having it or it rains.