Coming out of the vortex
There have been moments in the past 6 months where I thought maybe I was coming out of the baby vortex which started during my third trimester of pregnancy this time.
The vortex of going inward toward myself and my family and not having extra energy or focus on anything outside of our family unit.
I kept thinking I was coming out of it, but I wasn’t. I simply WANTED to come out of the vortex. I was ready to be ready, but I wasn’t actually ready. You know what I mean? I know you do.
And here I am now, 6.5 months post cesarean and I think this time I’m ACTUALLY starting to come out of the vortex. My childcare situation is coming into focus which has been a rollercoaster of indecision for me. How much I want vs need vs what we can make happen all being organized by a brain swamped in the fog of not having slept consistently for more like 9 months (those last months of pregnancy…) it’s been a journey.
And the dust is settling!
Cameron is sleeping more consistently and getting cuter every day. Everett and I are finding a fun rhythm of really playing together and enjoying each other’s company. I remember that Jeremy is also my husband, not only my co parent. And I’m finding more of myself again.
I’ve started doing headstands again. And backbends. And I went to a dance class and have cried every time I talk about it because I love it so much.
The pieces are coming together again.
And it feels really incredible to return to the things that make me feel like me, that make me feel powerful, that make me so happy I can’t stop crying.
And the reason I am only 6.5 month postpartum, post cesarean, post abdominal surgery and am in headstand, backbends, and jumping and turning in dance class is because I started at the very beginning. A very good place to start (thank you Julie Andrews…)
It’s literally, actually, 100% because of the work I do with my pelvic floor.
Do I workout every day? Fuck no! I’m tired! Did you read the part where I said I have a 6.5 month old?!?!?
It’s because I’ve integrated healthy, functional movement and breathing patterns into my life. I check in with my alignment at various times in ways that seamlessly integrate into my life. It’s because I’m taking care of and connecting to my body every day. It’s because I know WTF is going on in and with and to this body and meet her exactly where she is every single day in order to take care of myself in the absolute best way possible. BECAUSE I LIVE HERE!
I’m yelling because this means so much to me. And I’d like to tell you two reasons why.
After my tear with Everett I was terrified I’d never go to the bathroom let alone bang my husband again without fear…hmmm terror is more accurate. Because I understand how muscles work and how to work WITH them, I’m now (and have been for a long time) gooooooood to go on both accounts. 💩 and 💦
I hear from my clients what a transformation they experience on and off the mat from learning about, activating, and integrating their pelvic floor.
I hear stories of pain free sex for the first time, confident sneezes/jumps/laughter, fuller orgasms, less back pain, more confidence, finally running the half marathon they dreamed of, feeling sexy again, realizing the power of adding themselves to the priority list, the list goes on.
I REFUSE to accept that because I’ve had children and am approaching a certain age that I’m to tolerate anything less than an extraordinary experience in and with my body.
I refuse.
What about you?
Comment below and let me know. I love hearing from you <3
As always, I’ve got your back. I’ve got your front. And I’ve got your undercarriage.
Xo, Alissa