Local pregnancy and baby business – Returning to exercise post-birth by Babyfit

It is often quite disappointing to hear that there isn’t a black-and-white answer to this. Everyone is different and with no two births being identical, the return to exercise will look and feel different for each individual. For the majority, finding the time is the trickiest barrier once the body feels ready to rock and roll. However what can be done following birth to ensure the body is as ready as can be for more.

Here are my top tips:

• Spend as much time as you are able in the first 2-3 weeks resting. The human body is incredibly intelligent and knows just what to do. For example, you will likely physically feel the uterus shrinking back to normal. These sensations can come as quite a shock but, as uncomfortable as they are, this is your body doing incredible work. I mean, what other body part can stretch, and return to its original size multiple times? For some, this is not possible with siblings or because you naturally find it hard to do, so please no extra stress, do what you can.

• As soon as possible, as long as there is no pain, start gently activating your pelvic floor and connecting back with a full breath (something that became very challenged at the end of pregnancy with restricted space!) Slow, deep breathing, with a relaxed tummy, will allow the rib cage to be beautifully massaged and will feed energy and nourishment into the healing tissues and muscles.

• Hopefully you may have had the opportunity to batch cook some frozen meals in those final weeks of pregnancy, however if you didn’t then call on family and friends to bring food! Food prep is the last thing on your mind when you have a new born but food, nutrition and hydration can really help support the body during this phase. I know how hard it is and how easy it is to reach for quick processed food and takeaways but if you have the support of a partner and/or family and friends, get them to cook all the goodness. It will make a difference, plus this might help reduce other symptoms such as constipation, which is important to avoid for pelvic health.

• Gradually build up to more movement. In an ideal world, if one were to exist, we would spend approximately 7 days in bed, 7 days moving on or around the bed and the days following slowly moving away from the bed (remembering we are all different). I know those who are used to participating in intense exercise pre-pregnancy are often missing the endorphin rush, but please do not under estimate the power of walking. This also gives the opportunity to monitor for pain, discomfort, increased bleeding and any pelvic floor challenges. This can be built up in distance and speed, although running isn’t recommended until approx. 12 weeks.
• See a pelvic health physiotherapist if you can. Having this appointment can be worth its weight in gold when it comes to knowing what is internally and externally going on. With approximately 1 in 2/3 women experiencing bladder incontinence at some point in their life, it can offer a great reassurance and give personal preventative measures to help.

Debbie is a health and fitness instructor who specialises in pregnancy and post birth exercise and wellness. She runs a business called BabyFit and her classes and expertise can be found in private classes, as well as working freelance for other gyms in Norwich. Debbie has a passion for all things women’s health and can often be heard talking about the pelvic floor and other taboo topics of conversation surrounding our anatomy. Debbie can be found at www.babyfit.me.uk or on social media, and welcomes any questions you have to help you feel confident and able in your body.

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It’s been over 3 months since my last blog and oh my goodness how everything has changed. It’s true when they say that no two days are alike with a baby because compared to our lives 3 months ago, everything is so different. Arlo is now rolling (which makes nappy changing a fun game!) smiling, laughing and has such a personality. Something my partner and I didn’t expect (and has been mentioned by our friends also), was for Arlo to have such a personality this early on. He has favourite toys, favourite activities, will sigh if unimpressed (which is adorably cute) and knows when he’s being cheeky.

This little personality just shone through on his first Christmas, he was so excited opening his presents and everything happening throughout the day. As it was his first Christmas, we unashamedly did all the cliche things. We all wore matching pajamas, got a photograph ‘my first Christmas’ bauble for the tree, did a clay indentation of Arlo’s footprint on his first Christmas and my partner even dressed up as Santa for Arlo and his cousin. It was a lovely time of year and amazing memories were made, but now the chaos has calmed down a little I’m finding a lot of reflection happening this January.

Reflection

One thing in particular that I have been reflecting on, which I have been unsure of how to write about, although I feel it’s necessary, is postnatal mental health. I have a lot of experience in mental health, I work in a mental health team, but going through it was different. Not knowing where the line of what’s normal postnatally and where you may need support because it’s not spoken about has been a difficult line to navigate. At first, I would think the severe anxiety of having to constantly check Arlo was ok whilst he was sleeping was normal and just a ‘new mum thing’ but then it turned into becoming distressed even if he was seemingly ok because I was adamant in my mind, I would miss something if he wasn’t ok.

Despite the fact that I knew that I knew my baby, I could hear what was his hunger cry or his sleepy cry, I knew if he was acting a bit grizzly or needed extra comforting, I couldn’t trust myself. Again, it was difficult to know what was new mum anxiety and what was treatable anxiety. How I have found navigating this line, for myself at least, was using my village. When I say village, I mean my network, friends with children, family members, my antenatal class friends who were experiencing motherhood right alongside me.

Once I felt comfortable enough to talk to them about what was actually happening, I found I could find a ‘norm’ to go on based on what others were experiencing, and others candid accounts of with hindsight when they had wished they sought help proved such a valuable support. After this time, what I would say if someone came to me asking questions like I was, is that if you’re worried about your own thoughts and behaviour then that is enough to seek support. If you manage to speak to support and they reassure you what you are experiencing is normal postnatally – terrific.

However, if the support you discuss with suggests some more help is needed, then you’ve begun the first step and things can only improve from there. Needing support, needing medication or therapy, needing assistance with bonding, sleep training or anything else does not make you a failure. Taking that support to make a change, makes you the strongest person your baby can look up too. Also, if anyone’s reading this, whose relating to this account and has sought support themselves – I’m proud of you.

On a different note, we have found some of our favourite activities to do together, Arlo and I, over this past few months. Since Arlo loved his baby massage course so much when he was a newborn I thought I would try a different set of classes once they completed. We’ve begun doing baby yoga and Arlo absolutely loves it, he loves the flying around, funny poses from mummy and most of all the interaction with our wonderful instructor Lucy and the other babies.

I would recommend lulu baby massage & yoga to any mum out there. As well as this, we’ve enjoyed going for walks, spending time with family, going swimming and doing sensory classes with Arlo. If attending sensory classes isn’t practical for you right now, I have found ways to make fun memories doing sensory activities at home. Whilst this was easier over Christmas (little man’s face whenever he saw Christmas lights was the best thing ever), using different lights from around the house, setting play areas up with different colours on books or toys, incorporating different textures into his play like foil blankets or fluffy materials. Arlo in particular, loves mirrors recently and his lion toy that I mentioned in my last blog is still a firm favourite with him.

As well as focusing on our favourite activities from right now, I find it important to also focus on things we’re looking forward to with Arlo in the future – the next one being weening! I may be the overprepared mum whose read about 3 too many books on weaning your baby but I felt gathering more information has helped me feel less anxious about the process and have the ability to be excited about it. My partner absolutely loves to cook and we can’t wait to be able to make meals which we can share with Arlo, his high chair already has it’s rightful place at the head of our dining table. The books I’ve found particularly helpful are Ella’s Kitchen: The First Foods Book and How To Wean Your Baby: The Step By Step Plan To Help Your Baby Love Their Brocolli As Much As Their Cake.

I’m looking forward to writing about our, probably very messy, weaning journey in my next blog post.

It’s been hard to find the right words to truly describe the birth of my beautiful baby boy Bodhi.

He was born on the 11th of October a beautiful, 9.11lb chunk of love. His birth was a far cry from the peaceful water birth I originally dreamed of, but I can hand on heart say of all of my #3 births his arrival Earth side was the one that has shaped me the most. My pregnancy allowed me to go deep within and learn so much about myself and transform into the amazing matriarch that I know will nourish and nurture all of my children for the rest of our lives together.

Around my 36 week scan my consultants became “concerned” that I was carrying a “big baby”. I knew that babies grow perfectly well for the size of their mother ~ and that “big baby” or “over due babies” were really nothing to fear in todays modern age (many mothers are well nourished and able to carry and birth “big babies”).

I declined induction at 37 weeks. It didn’t feel right as I wanted the baby to choose when s/he was ready. The consultants applied a little more pressure saying words like “risk, still birth, shoulder dystocia, foetal death” which made me feel very fearful. I tuned into my inner self and listened to my baby- I declined all induction offers from 38weeks onwards and eventually agreed that if my baby decided not to arrive earthside by his “guess date” that I would prefer to book an elective c-section.

The consultant was supportive as I explained that I held trauma from a previous induction (my first birth) and I felt like I needed to be in control this time. I hoped my baby would make his appearance before my “guess date” and believe me, I walked, I ate curry, consumed pineapple galore, munched dates daily, drank red raspberry leaf tea by the gallon and meditated, danced and connected every day with my baby. He wasn’t ready (and I knew that

At 38weeks I caught covid. I felt really unwell for a two weeks (right up until my “guess date”).

For two weeks I went through emotional turmoil – was I making the right choice for me and my baby? How might this different birth choice affect us? What would recovery look like? I journaled, I meditated, I continued with the course…. Then one evening, possibly early in the morning- I had a moment of calm, clarity and peace. I don’t know exactly what it was but I felt ready. I wanted to meet my baby. I shifted my mindset from feeling out of control and grief for the birth I might not get – and began to accept and research the types of c-section birth options that were available to me. I suddenly felt empowered and incontrol again.

Every evening when I kissed my two children and tucked them up in to bed I would spend time meditating and communicating with my baby. Telling them how they will be born in to this world, telling them I love them and that we will both be ok.

I was ready! I made a playlist, on my birth plan I made it clear that I wanted skin to skin immediately and for the baby to stay with me at all times (during my operation/recovery).

The day came to meet my sweet little soul.
The 11th October – I had waited so long.
I have never felt more calm, peaceful and excited. It felt like Christmas Day, I felt so empowered by my choice – I had made peace with it all. I was ready to meet my boy.

The birth and surgery were absolutely beautiful. Christina Perri – a thousand years played on the radio and my big 9.11lb boy was born into the world at 12:44pm.

Unfortunately, he developed breathing complications and had to be rushed away to intensive care where he received oxygen and was placed on numerous drips, feeding tubes, wires, X-rays and monitors.

I shouted out to my partner… “go with him, I don’t want him to be alone” as I lay paralysed wondering whether my baby would come back or if he was ok. I took deep breaths, and remained calm, I will forever be thankful for hypnobirthing to ground and centre myself.

I am forever grateful for the 2mins that I got to hold him before he was rushed away. I’ve felt sadness, grief, disappointment and guilt over those moments – wondering if I was somehow to blame for his breathing complications. It felt very upsetting to when I was wheeled back on to the recovery ward [a ward FULL of mothers and their babies] when I couldn’t even hold mine. I stayed in the ward for a few hours and my partner came back with the midwives to explain that Bodhi had fluid on his lungs and he would be ok, but needed to stay in intensive care. I was relieved, feeling grief, sadness and elation all at once.

Recovery was slow in those first days/nights in hospital. I am so thankful to the beautiful angels (midwives and care assistants) who held my hand and listened to me cry. I wanted to be with my baby. By the second day I was able to walk (slowly) to see Bodhi in NICU. It was hard, I won’t lie. Each day we exchanged little wool blankets so he could smell
Me and I could smell him. I expressed my colostrum (which gave me a really positive focus) so that he could eventually start to breastfeed when the feeding tubes were removed. He looked so tiny and fragile (despite his good size!).

By day 3 we were having skin to skin. I would walk the gruelling short distance from my ward to his (it felt like 10 miles, I’m sure it was only a few yards), I set a 3 hourly timer on my phone to wake me throughout the night so that i could breastfeed him in NICU.

By night 4 I was just settling back into bed after walking to feed him when the midwives wheeled his little glass tank into my bay. “We have a present for you”, it was my precious boy, Christmas really had come!

By the morning we were given the all clear to return home, where we have been having non-stop cuddles, skin to skin and breastfeeding. His brother and sister love him and we all feel so lucky to have him in our arms.

Whilst my “dream birth” took a different route, I would honestly say it was just as beautiful as I could have wished for. I would do it all over again, a thousand times, for baby Bodhi.

Thank you Cristi @Keepwildkid for blogging your journey as always I have loved photographing you all. You can read lots of guest blogs here.

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Q & A with my new guest blogger – motherhood series:

Please introduce yourself and your baby – how old is he now?

Hey there! I’m Charmaine and my partner, Darren, and I have a beautiful baby boy, Arlo. Arlo is now 3 months old (14 weeks to be exact) and I can’t believe where the time has gone. Our little rainbow surprised us a month earlier than expected at 36 weeks so we got our cuddles even sooner!

Thank you Charmaine for your honest blog, I cant wait to follow your motherhood journey this year!

Arlo and his parents will be back around the 6 month milestone for more photos and an update

Jess x

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Guest Blogger – Twins- a C-section birth story

I finally made it to c-section day after weeks of feeling the twins might drop out if I moved too much! C-section day was booked for 37 weeks and 1 day- a Monday morning. I was on the morning list and had to get to the ward for 7am. It felt incredibly weird to say the least driving to the hospital to have my babies and not being in labour. It was also surreal to know that in just a few hours time life was about to change completely.

When we arrived I was given a side room, which I was thankful for, and after a little wait it was like Piccadilly Circus with the anaesthetist, midwife, midwife assistant, and doctor each coming in to introduce themselves and go through everything ahead of the c-section. Before it could go ahead though they had to make sure there would be space in neonatal for the twins should they need it before they could continue.

There were three of us on the morning list and they weren’t sure of the order initially, but I ended up being second on the list and so was taken down to the delivery suite (where the theatre was) in my oh so elegant hospital gown and stockings.

I was prepped for theatre in the anaesthetic room with a canula and spinal block. I was dreading the spinal, but it really wasn’t as bad as I expected- the worst part was the freezing cold anaesthetic spray they first sprayed onto my back. The spinal was weird because although I couldn’t move my legs or feel the coldness of the ice cube in their test to see if the spinal was working properly, I could still feel things touching my skin.

Catheter went in then I was wheeled into the theatre. Everyone was so laid back and it was a very calm, relaxed environment. The anaesthetist was brilliant and so lovely. I was quite worried about feeling faint being on my back with the weight of the twins as I had done in my scans, but I had a wedge under me so I was slightly tilted to the left and felt fine. The screen went up and it all felt very weird and overwhelming. After a short time I came over feeling very faint and so was quickly given anti-sickness medication. (I was later told that I bled significantly when they initially cut into me and lost around 2 litres of blood, which probably explains the faintness!) I also felt very hot but that was because the theatre temperature was really high for the babies.

 Twin 1- Barnaby, who was very low down and head first, came out first at 10.20am weighing 6lb 6oz and was given to me over the top of the screen for a cuddle (he was absolutely covered in blood from the bleeding that had occurred) and I was able to have a little cuddle with him before he was cleaned up and checked over. Twin 2- Rafferty, came out at 10.21 weighing 5lb 11oz, legs first doing a wee and then came round the screen to me for a cuddle but then they were a little concerned about his breathing so they called for the neonatal doctor to come and check him over. He ended up being absolutely fine though and my husband and I held a twin each which was a great distraction whilst they continued with the rest of the operation.

I had heard people describe c-sections feel as though it’s like someone is doing the washing up inside your tummy, which felt about right! There was some very vigorous washing up going on in there though where they were pushing down very hard on my tummy, but I guess this was all part of getting the placenta out.

It was around 11.45 (I think!) when I was in the recovery room. Whilst in there a midwife helped me get the twins to latch for their first breastfeed. Only twin 1 latched and the midwife then harvested a syringe of colostrum for twin 2 who refused to latch. They were also monitoring me closely given how much blood I had just lost, but they were happy with my observations. After 30 minutes I was taken back up to my side room on the ward. Sensation started returning to my toes in the recovery room and then returned up through my legs over the next hour or so. I was surprised how quickly the spinal wore off.

Although I felt pretty helpless after surgery it was so special to just cuddle the twins skin to skin for hours (albeit hot and sweaty cuddling my two water bottles in a very warm hospital room!). I was so grateful and relieved that the twins were ok when they came out and could stay with me. I continued to try breastfeeding the twins but twin two decided he wasn’t going to latch and twin 1 was hit and miss on latching and the times he did latch, he made me sore. I harvested some more colostrum, but harvesting enough for 1 baby was hard enough that I was beginning to think breastfeeding was going to be short lived.

I had such a hard time breastfeeding my first two children that I wasn’t holding out much hope that it would be any better with the twins, but I wanted to give it a go incase it was. That night after endlessly trying to harvest colostrum I decided that for the sake of my sanity, my well-being and my mental health and the effect on my family, it was not worth the stress of trying to make breastfeeding successful.

Yes, in an ideal world I would have loved for them to latch without problem and may have persevered a little more, but it’s not just about what I want- I have two babies that need me to love them, not resent them because I dread the next feed, I have a 7 and a 4 year old whose world’s have already been tilted by having to share the attention with two new siblings and therefore need me to be fully there for them and not having a mental breakdown because of the pressure I put on myself to be successful with breastfeeding.

From then on we formula fed the twins and not once have I looked back on that decision and regretted it. After my first son was born I really was not in a good place because of the pressure I put on myself and the healthcare professionals put on me to continue breastfeeding. But this time I felt so free, far more relaxed and so much happier. Not only that, the twins have been happy and so chilled out and they’ve been sleeping really well- they’ve generally been much easier babies than their older brothers ever were!

Anyway, by around 4pm on the day the twins were delivered, the midwifery assistants came round and got me up and out of bed and in the shower. I could barely stand, let alone walk without holding onto something for support and I felt so weak.

They were quite relaxed about visiting hours and my husband went home around 9pm- I’m sure he could have stayed later, but it was important he was there for our older two at home.

The first night I barely got any sleep- I was so uncomfortable and itchy from both the drugs I’d been given and my damp hair from the shower and hot from the stockings and the warmth of the room. My catheter and canula also made it difficult to get comfortable. I was also really unnerved by how laid back the staff were about how often the twins were feeding, I was expecting it to be a bit more regimented.

There was talk of me potentially going home the following day, but twin 2’s tummy was a little distended so they wanted to monitor him more.

The second night I felt I was pressing my call button constantly as the twins were so unsettled and I couldn’t get out of bed to pick them up to comfort them, feed them or stand for long enough to change their nappies. Some midwives were really understanding of this and it seemed they delighted in being able to help bottle feed them, others seemed annoyed almost that I was asking for so much help. Unsurprisingly I didn’t sleep the second night either, so I was glad to be discharged the next day.

Day 4 my milk came in and I almost started to express until I had a reality check. I decided I just would not have time to sit and feed the twins and then spend time expressing throughout the day and do washing etc and be there for the older two.

Recovery from the c-section has been better than expected. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect because following surgery in 2020 to remove my appendix and fix an umbilical hernia, recovery was slow and took months, so I didn’t know whether to expect a similar slow recovery. With the c-section, I feel the recovery has been much quicker, although my body reminds me when I’ve done too much! It has been challenging though to find comfortable clothes as my scar and overhang are still quite tender and many maternity trousers and leggings all have a seam in the position where my scar is- long dresses seem to be the answer in the hot weather though.

The recovery and easing into life as a family of six has been hugely helped my our amazing church family. We had people from our church bring round meals for us nearly everyday for 3 weeks, which has been an absolute blessing and has enabled us to focus on all 4 kids and not stress about having food on the table and meals cooked. We have been overwhelmed by such generosity from so many people. My parents have also been amazing and on hand helping out loads. They don’t live locally so decided to stay in our village for 3 months to help out. It will be hard adjusting to not having their help when they go back home.

 The twins have thrived and are really happy chilled out babies. They have been far more chilled out than our first two ever were! We were particularly dreading nights given our 4 year old still wakes at night, but after the first few nights, they have been fine. The twins have been happy to go down in the crib and have found comfort knowing that the other is right there. I’m sure when they start teething that we’ll get our share of bad nights where they don’t want to be put down.

Initially, when we found out we were having twins, I almost felt twins was some kind of punishment, but now I feel incredibly blessed to be a twin mummy. However, it does make it hard to blend in with other mums with babies. I feel I stick out like a sore thumb with twins, which I’m not akin to as I’ve never liked drawing attention to myself- something I’ve got to get used to I guess!

While twins and four kids were not in our life plan, sometimes there is a far greater plan and purpose for our lives. We have just got to accept and be open to it and know that when life’s challenges are given to us, we will be equipped to face them.

I would like to give Kate a huge thanks for blogging her journey, with honesty and authenticity. I will miss the updates but wish you and your family well Kate, it was great to have you back!

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Guest blogger 23 weeks pregnant – birth prep

How would it be, to feel everything physically, emotionally and spiritually in my preparation for birth this time? This is a question that I have asked myself a lot recently. At 23 weeks, I can hand on heart say this pregnancy has been a real journey into self-compassion, self-understanding and going deep within – and whilst I feel like I still have a long way to go, the days and weeks have rushed by and I still can’t quite believe I am drawing closer to the end of the second trimester.

t started with weekly journal practice. Just one of the small ways I wanted to show up for myself and make time to write my thoughts, documenting all of the amazing, challenging, beautiful sensations I was experiencing. Journaling has been really cathartic and is something I will continue for life. It has also felt very healing and I believe this has helped somewhat with a condition I live with called Ulcerative Colitis. Often I will write about the things I am grateful for or jot down positive affirmations, poetry or birth facts I have read about.

I confess I have become a bit of a birth nerd in the process (for which I feel no shame). I have never felt more drawn to learning about a subject than now. Pregnancy, birth, the female body and the postpartum journey have become daily nourishment for my brain ~ I will listen to podcasts, and meditations, download birth affirmations, follow amazing birth accounts on Instagram, watch positive births on YouTube and look at the most beautiful birth photography and imagery.

I will read any book I can get my hands on and have recently discovered the most excellent preloved copies of Ina May Gaskins “Spiritual Midwifery” and “A Guide To Childbirth”, “How To Give Birth Like A Feminist” – by Milli Hill and “Birth Your Way – by Sheila Kitzinger. Some of my other favourite and inspiring reads have been “The Hypnobirthing Book” – by Katherine Graves and “The Zen Mama” – by Teresa Palmer and Sarah Wright Olsen. 

I have also reached out to some truly wonderful birth keepers (*a person with birth experience, training, and a deep respect for the sacredness of birth) and self confessed birth geeks who have held space for me to talk through any concerns I have felt, ideas I want to discuss and birth preparation dreams. I consider these women my friends and the passion and knowledge they hold is quite simply infectious.

Navigating life with a wild toddler boy, an energetic 5 year old girl, work, pregnancy and unpredictable illness has been ‘interesting’ at times. But I believe our greatest strengths come from our most challenging times. I’ve also put a lot of faith in my body that it knows “what to do”. I have supported this with good nutrition, dialling back on anything processed and giving my body exactly what it needs (weirdly I have zero cravings this time around!)

I haven’t moved my body in ways that bring me joy (mainly due to time and very low energy and iron levels) but I am making sure I schedule a pregnancy massage (or two) in the next few weeks, including a sound bath closer to my final weeks and I still immerse myself in the forest, walk barefoot on Earth (outdoors) everyday and have spent numerous hours in my garden tending to the fruits and vegetables that I am trying so lovingly to grow.

I didn’t do any preparation for my first birth. My second birth was incredibly healing and I invested a lot of time and energy into learning hypnobirthing. I am doing much of the same work this time however I feel more relaxed about going with the flow of birth rather than trying to force it to “look or feel” any particular way. I will just wait and see how the baby feels and communicate with him/her on their chosen birthday. I really am just enjoying this journey. Feeling sweet little kicks from inside is amazing and reminds me daily how incredible women are to create, carry and grow a whole new life (and little soul) inside.

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New pregnant blogger – Secret blogger

My lovely blogger Kate has had her twin boys, she’ll be in the studio soon and blogger how the birth went!

I also have a new pregnant blogger – it’s a secret for a little bit longer until she is 20 weeks

On the day I found out I was pregnant I remember how crisp and cool the air felt outside. It was early in February and I had an overwhelming feeling that I was carrying a little life inside me. Before I went to purchase a pregnancy test (or 4!) I took my youngest to the forest to clear my head and calm my nervous system. I wasn’t really sure how I was feeling.

A mixture of pure exhilaration, excitement and joy but also worry over how my body might respond to another pregnancy. (During my previous pregnancies I have been unwell and living with an autoimmune disease always brings uncertainties and complications to each pregnancy). However the forest restored my sense of calm, it reminded me that I was safe and that life and indeed nature has a way knowing how to grow into something beautiful and new.

That afternoon, with my youngest by my feet, I took a pregnancy test and there it was ~ two little blue lines confirming my what my intuition had been telling me. We were due to travel on holiday in 2 days so the timing was interesting, but my partner was over the moon (and only had to stare at the tests a couple of times before realising they were not lateral flow tests).

We have two small children and decided it would be best to wait until the 12 week scan before we told them I had a little life growing in my belly. Mainly because my eldest is very sociable and I imagined scenarios of them telling everyone in any beach / forest / walk / shop we went to that mummy has a baby in her tummy.

During the first 6-12 weeks the food aversions and sickness was unreal. I have experienced this in all of my pregnancies and it never gets any easier. The term “morning sickness” is rubbish because this type of sickness lasted 24/7. I managed by sipping carbonated water and eating potatoes for what felt like a lifetime but was probably only 5-6 weeks. I found it a lot harder to manage the exhaustion with two children under 5 as there was very little time to simply rest compared to my first pregnancy. Hiding it from work colleagues was also interesting as those Microsoft teams cameras can be unforgiving if you are experiencing a day of sickness mixed with back to back meetings.

Now that I am in the second trimester, the sickness and exhaustion has definitely faded. I have more energy and am finding I can eat more than just potatoes and chips. I am also enjoying reading about mindful pregnancy techniques such as breath-work, meditation, hypnobirthing and yoga and have spent time each week documenting my pregnancy journey by writing in a journal. My children now know they have a baby brother/sister who will be joining them earth-side very soon and my bump is definitely starting to show. Soon I will tell more people but I have really enjoyed keeping this pregnancy to ourselves for now.

We have had our 12 week scan and it always feel surreal to see a little soul wiggling around on a black and white monitor and yet also be unable to feel anything from inside. The scan brought so much relief but of course every now and again I catch my thoughts wandering into worry.

Each week I write affirmations in my journal and on the days when I feel anxious or unsure about my capabilities I repeat some of the following:

*my body knows how to protect and nourish my baby, *I trust my instincts, *I am present, *I trust my body to know what to do. I am going with the flow and it feels good to really savour each moment of this pregnancy.

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