Monday, July 14, 2014

He's Here!

We made it! Charlie arrived safely and in perfect health. Thank you to everyone for your thoughts and prayers throughout our adventure. It's now time to start a new one... raising him along with his brothers and sisters. Let's do this!

There will be sleepless nights, we've already dealt a bit with day/night mix-up. Honestly, I can't blame him. It is much more peaceful around here at night, I would sleep through the day if I could as well. I had forgotten about the power of lactation until my milk dropped at the grocery store today when a random child started to cry. So maybe I didn't forget as much as put all the wet shirts in public out of my mind. I don't if it is that I am older, this is #5 or simply because I had such a long bed-rest but recovery seems to be extremely difficult this time (yes, I realize it has only been a week). Recovery, however is my focus. Getting back to normal both physically and mentally. Taking back the reins in the running of our home and getting our children back in the swing of mommy in charge. Desperately trying to figure out getting my training back on track (both my own and helping others). I've also started promoting Limu (more on that later). I will be chronicling my attempt at re-claiming my body on Project Hermosa some. I think I am biting off more than I can chew but I am one of those people. Fortunately, I have a great husband who puts up with me.

So anyway, recovery...
These first few weeks will be focused mainly on recovering my ability to not pee myself every time I sneeze, laugh or basically need to pee and remind my body that there is a connection between my core and gluts and the ability to carry the baby around without pain. Each week I'll add in a little more. I'll let you know how it goes.

Well, Charlie just woke up so I gotta go. The life of a mom ;)

Thursday, June 12, 2014

The 5th Postpartum Journey

The time has almost come. 10 more days and I will be off of bed rest and ready to run a marathon until this tiny little body exits mine. I have to admit, I am caught between desperately wanting to go running right now (I am so tired) and thinking "Seriously, 10 days, I got this!".
I am totally jumping the gun as far as all the fabulous things I will be doing once I am no longer pregnant. Even knowing the long road to recovery (which is not nearly as long with each additional child... trust me... and it has little to do with actually recovering faster and much more to do with the lack of time to sit still) along with the pure exhaustion from caring for an infant. I'm ready. Let's do this!
So I will chronicle the adventure both to keep myself on track and to share that if I can do it, you can too. Though my size doesn't seem to show it, I have gained far more weight with this pregnancy than with any of the others. I am rather confused by this. I have lost a bunch of muscle mass (tears) because of the whole bed rest thing. I know a lot of it is fluid, I drink gallons a day and pee constantly. I can see some of the weight simply because I know my body far better than anyone else. My boobs have gotten full and perky again even before milk so I know some of it is there (and yes, I am excited about that and secretly praying that they stay even after I wean the little man). A good bit is hiding in my rear and thighs. Anyway, it is pointless to worry to much about exacts right now because I am still pregnant but being a personal trainer, I have already come up with my game plan. Honestly, I am most excited to get back to being able to cook and grocery shop again.
I have discovered the incredible power of Fucoidan (brown seaweed) and the benefits of Limu. I have already set up my workout program which includes (of course) kettle bells and a slow moving couch to 10K with the newest babe in the jogger stroller. I want to get Joey and I both FitBits. These might have to wait a while and I really think I am more amped to get Joey one first. Motivation that isn't me (yes I am a trainer but, as his wife, I am just a nag not a help). I will also be offering a free group work out once a week in which you will be free to bring you kids. I am also trying to figure a child care option for weekly group work out sessions.
Anyway, I am jumping the gun, I know but I had to tell someone!

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

It's in the works!

Here is what I am thinking... this is still a bit scattered but you'll get the idea.

Workouts will be targeted to moms (though tough enough for dads). I want to do workouts where mommy doesn't have to worry about kids. I am working out whether that means you'll have to find your own childcare or if I can figure out a way to offer childcare. I also want to offer classes in which mom's can bring kids... the workouts will be shorter and cheaper to allow for the unpredictable nature of children but still allow for maximum effectiveness. These will probably be geared toward kids in strollers OR kids being worn... I haven't been able to work through logistics of fitting both in the same workout while still being able to keep the tempo up. I am, also, contemplating have 1 workout a week being a free... as in no cost... this workout will rely heavily on cooperation in helping to watch each other children. Whatcha' think?

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

No words....

Really, no, Really! The one that talked the ear of a post off about nothing at all, doesn't know how to put into words that which I am consumed with. Exhaustion, hopefulness, frustration, wiggly-gotta-move-ness, complete and total guilt, helplessness along with a vast array of other emotions spanning the scale from upbeat to downtrodden.

I'm talking about bed rest.

I feel I should be able to let my fingers jump about the keys and pour it all out. That should make it better, right. Put it into words gets it out of the system. I sure hope so. I just don't know quiet how to explain it. When I'm laying down or in a mostly reclined position, as I am suppose to stay, I usually feel fine. Like I could conquer the world... or at least the laundry.  The problem is, once I hop out of bed to grab a sandwich, or a new nail polish color, the pressure and contractions start back. No, it isn't usually that instantaneous though, maybe would be better if it were. It usually gives me just enough time to think "Hey, I got this. Look at me, I'll just go mix up some cookies for the kids. They would love that!" By that point, however, I'm headlong into having to knock myself out to relax my body back. It totally sucks and I'm totally being a whiny baby about it. You trying being a over-active busy body wife and mother of 4 children whom are used to being very involved not to mention a fitness dork and personal trainer then BAM... in order to save every last second of in-utero time you can for baby #5 you required to hand over control of EVERYTHING and "relax". Yes, I realize exactly how important it is for me to heed my OB's word and allow the baby baking time. Trust me, I have had pre-term babies. I have a husband who's life work is pre-term babies. I am fully aware of the importance. That, however, doesn't relieve any of the guilt. None of the anxiety is lessened. I still have a husband and 4 out-of-utero babies to care for. I still have a house and friends and family and a dog and career that all need attention. I am stuck between a rock and hard place. Sitting her, mind whirling like peas, listening to the world move around me.

I know others are and have been in this position. I know that there are worse things in life. I know that the sun will rise and set again and God has a greater purpose in all he does. I know that I am blessed with family and friends that are going out of their way to support us. I know all of this but, right now, in this moment, I am lonely and I am scared. There, I guess I did put it in words. It didn't help.


Thursday, April 10, 2014

I needed something so I made it.

I realized this morning that I didn't have a lightweight, short sleeved cardigan. I had a cute sweater that was short sleeved but heavy... meant for wearing in the winter over long sleeves. I had a light weight cardigan, but it was long sleeved. I wanted a short sleeved one. LIGHT BULB! I had this cute top in my closet that I love but it was just big enough that it didn't fit all that well.

I was struggling with purging it from closet so.... I changed it! I simply cut it down the middle!

When someone gets home that can reach my sewing machine down (Joe), I will finish off the edges. This is not a necessary part of the process but I'm a nerd like that. In the mean time, this mama got herself a new, trendy, short-sleeved cardigan!!


Friday, April 4, 2014

Those who can't nest, CRAFT!

Nesting: adjective 1.referring to an instinct (urge) in pregnant animals to prepare a home for the upcoming newborns. 2. The distinctive urge to exterminate dust bunnies, reorganize closets, disinfect everything in sight and alphabetize the spice rack.

If you have ever had a child, you understand that nesting is major player in the need to control a situation in which you have little actual control. By cleaning, organizing, tidying, we can help to ensure the survival of tiny, helpless creator causing the vast expansion of your midsection. The urge does not wane with the number of pregnancies either. In fact, at least in my case, it grows ever stronger. Blame it on the attempt to fit yet another human (and all that the tiny one needs) into a house that has yet to spontaneously expand in accordance to its growing number of inhabitants. Blame it on nature. Whatever you want to curse at for the evil nesting instinct, bed rest causes that urge to multiple exponentially.

I have had to rely on others (namely my husband) to follow my direction in doing things like: moving furniture; vacuuming daily; redecorating kids rooms; creating new spaces; organizing toys; swapping clothes from winter to spring...etc, etc, etc. Shesh, it would be easier to train the dog! If it doesn't involve heavy lifting (more than a gallon of milk or, say, Violet), over-head lifting, tugging, pushing, or standing for a long period of time, making laps back and forth from bedroom to bedroom, climbing ladders or basically anything I can't do while sitting (other than to make lunch, swap a load of laundry or fill a sippy cup) it is off limits. For a person such as myself, this is akin to a sentence of torture.

Today, I discovered an answer! I have yet to be forced into prone bed-rest (PLEASE GOD DO NOT LET THAT DAY COME) SO... Today I started crafting!! I looked around the house at things I had, took a seat and created. Today, I made a cute picture board for our oldest daughter to hang her prized artistic works on.


I also, finally, painted the E.A.T. letters I purchased to lead into the kitchen AND I actually put the finishing touches on our (current) youngest son's cross so that can join the rest of the collection.

Now if I could just figure out how to sneak to Hobby Lobby for a cross for Violet, more foam peg board and material to make boards for the other 3 plus other items to keep me going for more than 1 more day. I guess I'll get pintrest (believe it or not, I have never used it before) to get some idea and make a very detailed list for Joe. Today, I was able to reduce, reuse, recycle but I only have so many crafty things at hand. This could get interesting. I'll keep you in the loop!

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Project Hermosa

As I mentioned before, I have some new things underway. One of them is joining the Project Hermosa team. I promise, my posts there are little less random and rambling... rather than spitting out whatever is on my mind like I do here. Either way, the Project has a team in place to help you on your way to being the most beautiful you both inside and out. Check it out at www.ProjectHermosa.com

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Don't buy ugly clothes!

"You always look so cute! How do you do it?" "You know, I would never know you were a mother of 4." "You look awfully cute for a woman on bed rest."

I've heard it all. I promise:
  • I don't spend hours getting dressed
  • I don't spend hundreds on clothes (unless it is for the kids)
  • I don't memorize the fashion mags and copy what I see.
  • If I can do it, YOU CAN TOO!

Here is my secret....
Find an amazing hair stylist, buy a cute hat and DON'T BUY UGLY CLOTHES!

1. The hair!
     Your hair stylist is one of the most important tools you can have. She (or he) is worth her weight in gold, people. It may take a while to find the right fit but a good stylist will take your wants, your style, your hair, and what's current then marry the four into the perfect quaff. Do not be afraid to break up with your stylist if things aren't working out. Don't be afraid to pay good money for good hair. And, when you don't have time or energy to fix it, then you have a....

2. Good Hat!
    A cute hat that fits you well can take a bad hair day to a super cute day in split second. Mine has sparkles (because I love all things sparkly) but yours doesn't have to shoot rainbows in the sun. Find one that you are comfortable with but stick with the mantra "simple is better". Remember that your hat is neutral in your wardrobe and want to be able to wear with as much as possible.

3. DON'T BUY UGLY CLOTHES!!
    Ok, I've said it enough, hopefully it has sunk in. If your drawer if full of old t-shirts and paint splattered jeans that really don't fit all that well (or yoga pants even though you are not an instructor or spend hours in the gym) guess what you will put on. Yep, t-shirts and yoga pants. Don't get me wrong, I own all sorts of work out gear. I own old t-shirts. These things hold a place in our lives and our wardrobes. However, if you open my closet or my drawer (unless it is my work drawer) these will not be the first items you see. In fact, you will have to look for them. That way, when I reach in and pull something out, it is more likely to be a Piko top than something I would wear on a hike. I could right a whole post on the versatility of a Piko top but I mention them here simply to say that if you put cute into your closet, cute comes back out.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Let's catch up!

Wow! I haven't seen you guys in a while. Sorry for the disappearance. It's not you, it is me...
After some branching, and searching, and busy life-ing, I have come back home to pick up where I left off. Being mom and telling you all about the wild adventure is where I truly belong.
Hold on to you hats. Things are going to be changing around her and you will be hearing much more from me. I expect to hear from you as well. Agree? Agree!