New meaning of Happy Belly: finally felt fine enough to start working.

C-sections are fucking serious business! The road to recovery has been fraught with accelerations and setbacks. I've never been this committed to getting my physical body back to balance-- and not because I want to, but because I have to. Simply going for a walk longer than 30 minutes has been insanely difficult. My abs feel like they've been torn apart. My core is forever changed.

Coming back together after major surgery is really intense. I've spent so much time developing my energetic, mental, and spiritual body over the years-- physical has always been lowest on the list.

The deep work and care has been showing me my humanity (strength and frailty). I feel like nothing more than a little baby needing constant and tender love (Bea and I are the same right now ❤). I'm just starting to get feeling back in my belly-- the numbness is abating. My incision is just starting to heal-- early weeks of hot temperatures and high humidity kept it too moist and regularly weeping. The shakiness from the anesthesia and the freezing surgery room are only effecting me when I'm stressed or overtired (trauma and triggers burrow deep! I'll work through this one for a long time!). Things have finally turned a corner.

So many things that this birth has taught me. It set me on a completely new path. We expected an uncomplicated homebirth and got a complicated surgery. I expected an easy recovery and got a doubling-down on my health. I expected things to go "perfectly" because of what we went through with Callum (clearly the Universe would be kind😂) and we got a rough road. Everything telling me to set expectations aside and settle into reality. Focus focus focus! Work work work!

So I baked 8 trays and wrote the newsletter for the @hfmny and I feel like (fuck that, I AM!) Wonder Woman.

Here's a little view of my work day. Digging deep and thanking my husband for holding me up: lit and fig 💪🏽