Well, my little preemie will be 4 weeks tomorrow. I pray that he continues to be such a great baby. He really is a joy. Of course, he wakes us up in the middle of the night, has his fussy moments, but truly is a good baby. I have been very fortunate with my two boys as they have both been easy on their mom in the first month of their lives.
For the past two weeks, I have been walking a TON. We purchased a Bob Dualie from Craiglist about a week before Pete was born. Thank heavens we did. My three boys and I have been using it every day. Because of the C-section, I am somewhat limited to walking right now. (Shhh- there might be a few pick ups here and there .) We are always out and about in Hingham, so my blog header should be “walking in Hingham”. But I am so grateful to be walking and NOT ON BEDREST that I will take it.
I still cannot believe that I have not had a true run since June 3rd. Yes, it has almost been 2 FULL MONTHS since I have been allowed to run.
In late May, I ran the Harpoon 5 Miler with my husband. We had a great race, finishing it in 46:32 for a 9:19 pace. I was almost third trimester at that point, so I was just excited that I never had to stop. My husband was kind and ran with me, and I felt good about running.
I kept running, and on June 3rd, I even ran with the stroller and all 25 pounds of Jack on June 3rd- my last run.
Perhaps I was playing with fire. I knew I had a complete placenta previa, and my obstetrician already had informed me that I most likely would have a C-section. Secretly, I was hoping the placenta would just magically move. I also was rather committed to staying active throughout my pregnancy. I ran until 38 weeks with Jack, and even did hot yoga and fast walking the week that he was born. I truly thought it could be the same this time.
But, it simply was not meant to be. On the morning of June 7th, I woke up bleeding and had to go to the hospital. I was only 31 weeks at this point, so they released me on bedrest.
I have to admit, I was DEVASTATED, I was not allowed to pick up Jack, my one year old, and that was the most heartbreaking for me. Exercise was completely out of the question. I had not been this inactive in years.
Fast forward to July 4th, I was depressed that I was missing our town’s annual road race and guess what- I was bleeding again and contracting 2-4 minutes apart. One emergency C-section later, little Pete came into the world. The worst 4th ever turned into the BEST one.
Recovering from a C-section is so different than the vaginal delivery. Thus, I have been very hesitant to push it. And believe me, I am dying to RUN and RUN and RUN. I am so ready mentally, but very nervous about the incision.
So, I walk. Today I covered 6 miles. It is slightly painful that walking 4 miles takes me the same time as it used to take me to run 8. But, I will get there. Small steps right now…. I am literally starting from scratch again.
I am not my former self. I have some baby weight to lose and need to tone up. But, I know that I can get there. I have faith in me!