What do these planets have in common?

Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus and Neptune. They are all gas planets, and so are we!

It’s coming up to four weeks since I was advised by Calvin’s pediatrician to cut out dairy/lactose. I’ve been really good about it and I have noticed a difference in the frequency of him getting gassy. Now, he is much less gassy unless he hasn’t been burped very well. Along with this dietary restriction, as mentioned previously, we are also a gluten free household. About once a month I’ll have a tortilla and that’s my only slip up which usually makes me a tad gassy, but doesn’t give me too much bother.

This past week with the start of Thanksgiving festivities, I slipped up in a big way by eating dinner rolls and a burger bun when my order was mistakenly without its lettuce wrap. This wouldn’t be such a problem if it were only myself that I was effecting, but it’s not. Both Calvin and I have been suffering with stomach ache and gas since. I feel terrible that I ate so much gluten and that it has clearly had an adverse effect.

Luckily with some stomach massage and gripe water Calvin’s stomach is starting to ease up. But, it’s a clear sign that I really need to consider what goes into my body. I’d hate to hear him squeal in pain again like he did today as his body contorted from the strain on his poor digestive system. I’m glad that we seem to have a resilient little guy, despite his discomfort he ate well and even gave me some genuine smiles between the gas induced grimaces.

On another note, Calvin will be six weeks old on Sunday. I can’t quite wrap my head around how quickly he’s growing. I’m afraid to blink, he’s changing so fast. His big smiles, wide eyes and the control he is finding in his neck, arms and legs are amazing. We take it for granted as adults that we are able to learn so quickly, that we are in control of our bodies for the most part. It’s a strange realization sometimes looking at Calvin, that he is still so new!

These six weeks have been quite the learning curve, which I’ll go into in my next post. But for now, Calvin is fast asleep and I should follow suit! God bless!

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Compassion

Today I just want to share a quote about compassion. I hope it resonates with you as it did with me.

“My real guru to teach me the value of compassion is my mother. The first act after birth is relying on mother and sucking milk. At that time you have no idea who is that person. The mothers side also, tremendous sense of care, affection, compassion. So the bond, closeness, between mother and child is not by law, not by religious teaching, but by nature. Compassion, from birth, is in our blood. It is there not only at the beginning but of your whole life.”
– Dalai Lama

Compassion, like happiness is an innate part of ourselves. It is not that we should leave our lives behind in pursuit of being more of these things, but of being our real selves. Our whole selves.

Learning to love…

I’m learning to love my post pregnancy body. Let me preface this by saying I’m not unhappy with how I look, but rather I’m getting used to the way I look now. I’ve always had some self confidence issues with my body, the areas I’ve focused on have changed, but the feelings have always remained the same.

I’ve fluctuated all my life, from being a chubby (overweight) pre teen to a very skinny teenager to my eventual curvy and somewhat toned shape. My most secure self image was when I got married, I was my lowest weight, toned but still curvy. I gained a little weight when I started doing derby which I mainly put down to muscle mass as I was certainly working out more than I’d ever done!

Anyway, I digress. I’ve lost a ton of pregnancy weight in three weeks postpartum and have a clear goal as to where I’d like to be once I am given the all clear to begin exercising again. This is where I am learning to love. Although ultimately my end goal is the weight loss and toning, right now I’m enjoying the roller coaster that is learning my new shape, my new blemishes, creases, folds and pigment changes.

I didn’t get many stretch marks, but those are probably my biggest challenge. Maybe it’s because I’ve always has some pretty noticeable ones, but they have always been behind me (my lower back mainly) and these new ones are prominently on my lower stomach. I get to see them everyday. I’m not ashamed of them, or disgusted, or even trying to hide them. I am however trying to get my head around their permanence, a reminder other than my beautiful child, that I spent nine months with another life growing inside of me. I had been thinking I should try and reduce their visibility, get rid of them, but again, I’ve found myself to be in no rush.

When I have been concerned about them, I’m lucky to have had Curtis by my side and has placed his hands on these lines and repeated the same mantra “You are a tiger who has earned her stripes!”. It may be cheesy, but damn straight I have! I have. This is my amazing female body, I have grown and given birth to a living, breathing human being! It doesn’t get much better than that!

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