After Kade was born, the thing I battled most with in the first few days was not the lack of sleep. It was the freaky feeling of my jelly belly. I was rather large in the end of my pregnancy but loved the feeling of that rock hard tummy that housed my son. After he came out that wonderful hard ball became this floppy, empty, soft, squishy, hot mess.
I couldn’t handle the way it looked and felt. Much like the feeling of my flat belly button on my pregnant tummy skeeved me out, my jelly belly gave me that same feeling. Thankfully I was lucky enough to have a child who literally sucked me back to reasonable shape in a short period of time. Nine months later I find that I still have that last bit of stubborn flab on my tum.
I was chatting to a friend of mine the other day about this very thing. Her baby is 7 weeks old and she said she was battling with the changes in her tummy since her baby came along. That it’s not the same as it used to be. I could relate to those feelings mostly cos I had those same icky feelings about my own tummy after Kade came.
Thing is I figured pretty early on (at about 2 weeks after he came) that I needed to change the way I was thinking about my jelly belly. For too long I allowed my relationship with my body to suffer and be in a very dark place. My pregnancy helped heal a lot of the damage I did to my body image. I wanted to hold onto that. So I decided to look at my jelly belly as something rather special.
Because the cause of that jelly belly was the priviledge of my pregnancy. That little bit of flab that I still have is an honor to wear. Because my tummy will most likely never be the same again – and that’s a good thing. That permanent change means that I have my child in my life. For me, a little bit of flab is a small price to pay for the amazing prize I hold in my arms every day.
What are your thoughts on your jelly belly?