Those Are Not Where I Left Them: Marvels of the Postpartum Body

July 8, 2009 at 1:58 pm 13 comments

When I was 19, I got a tattoo of a dragon on my hip. Getting a tattoo was something I’d always wanted to do, and I used to doodle tattoo ideas all over my lecture notes in high school.

tattoo

THANK GOD I did not go with my original tattoo idea, because it involved a heart and looked somewhat like this and would sort of give the impression that I give handy-jays at truck stops for a living.

I told everyone I went with the dragon because it was my Chinese New Year symbol, but the truth is I mostly chose a dragon because I thought it was sort of badass. And Internet, I love my tattoo. It’s small and simple and needs touched up in a BAD WAY, but I have never regretted it. And I never worried about its location, because it’s not like I’m ever going to have a baby and risk it getting all stretched out or anything.

Uh. Oops?

Fret not! Despite its close proximity to The Belly, the tattoo never got distorted in the least. And I’m even thinking about getting another tattoo to commemorate Sadie’s birth.

babytattoo

NOT THIS.

But you know what DID get stretched out to funhouse proportions during my pregnancy? EVERYTHING AROUND THE TATTOO.

3-15 baby shower 004

Lest we forget.

The freakish bodily changes (and their aftermath) were something that always freaked me out before I got pregnant, but once the actual baby-growin’ was in progress, I developed a pretty dismissive attitude about it. It was the same way with my view of childbirth: it’s happening, yo, whether you like it or not. Might as well make your peace and let it ride.

This is not to say that I didn’t freak out a little inside whenever I read about stretch marks and sagging boobs and The Muffin Tops That Ate Manhattan. Because what kind of modern woman would I be if I didn’t tie my self worth directly to the flatness of my stomach? And while I don’t want to harp on the whole post-baby-body topic, I feel like I should address it simply because I know how curious I was about the whole postpartum period when I was pregnant, and I am all about being of service to you other curious souls on the Internet.

I’m pretty fortunate in that I didn’t get any stretch marks and that I somehow stayed within the normal weight gain guidelines during my pregnancy, despite the massive amounts of ice cream and red velvet cupcakes I consumed. I think that this, combined with the breastfeeding, the constant running up and down our house’s GAZILLION stairs, and the calories burned by crazy postpartum crying and sneaking into Sadie’s room during naptime to check on her breathing have helped me quickly return to my pre-pregnancy weight. Actually, I’m about 4 pounds from where I was when we started this crazy business last summer, and that fact is brought to you from a scale that I opened up and used in the Sears Grand at the mall last weekend because I do not own one (a scale, not a Sears Grand) (or a mall) (but I don’t own those things either). However, as the Internet will tell you, pre-pregnancy weight does not equal pre-pregnancy SHAPE. And hoo boy, that’s the truth.

Basically, it comes down to this:

  • My boobs, they are bigger, natch, thanks to the breastfeeding. And although they are not yet back to their usual smallish size, I can tell that they now sort of hang down low, wobble to and fro, I can tie them in a knot, I can tie them in a bow, etc. I mean, they aren’t hitting my knees when I walk or anything (and let’s keep in mind neither me nor my boobs are 21 years old anymore,) so all in all, this isn’t that big of a deal. To me, at least. If you happen to be an adult film star named Perky McTitty or something, this might concern you more.
  • My stomach looks about the same as before when I am standing, but when I sit down all the still-kind-of-mushy skin comes out to play. But I’ve never been able to trust anyone whose stomach doesn’t create at least SOME kind of rolls when they sit down, so this doesn’t bug me much either. What does bother me, though, is that I still have that fucking linea nigra. It’s faded a little, but DAMMIT, IT’S STILL THERE. I read somewhere that the purpose of the linea nigra was so that pregnant women were easily recognizable back in the caveman days when we all wandered about naked, but I have some problems with this, specifically 1) Not every pregnant woman gets the linea nigra, and 2) Don’t you think the HUGE BELLY would be enough of a clue? But I digress. Enough with this stupid line already. Even though it’s not like I have a burning desire to wear a belly-exposing half-shirt anytime soon.

shirt Miller High Life optional, but recommended.

  • My ass. Did it always look so flat? Or is it just because my bosoms are currently so plentiful in comparison? The world may never know.

I know I sound so incredibly mellow about these pretty insignificant body changes, but I, of course, have my moments. Moments when I get frustrated that things around the middle just aren’t as tight as they were before – and maybe they never will be. Moments where I freak out about what might happen to my body should we decide to do this whole crazy show again, at which point I will most certainly be a few years older and therefore less likely to bounce back quite as nicely. And then I feel shallow for worrying about this shit at all, because HOLY FUCKING ASS, woman, look at that baby and tell me you still want to complain about your love handles.

A few years ago, I saw Eve Ensler (she of The Vagina Monologues fame) speak at a local theatre about a show of hers they were about to open called The Good Body. You can learn all about it here, but to put it in the simplest of terms, it’s a play about how women across the world feel about their bodies. She shared a story about interviewing a woman in (I think) South Africa, and asking her question she’d been asking everyone she interviewed: What parts of your body do you dislike? The woman gave her a puzzled look. “Why would I dislike any part of my body?” she said. Her body was what enabled her to work, to bear children, to have sex, to dance, to run, to laugh – how could she ever hate such a thing?

Kind of makes a person feel like an asshole for obsessing over a bingo wing or two, huh?

Obviously, that story really stuck with me, and it’s something I’ve tried to remember, especially throughout this past year. Sure, I want to do what I can to be healthy and feel good about myself, but it doesn’t hurt to remember that your body is your friend, not your enemy. It’s with you, not agin’ you! And without it, you’d just be some sad little brain in a jar somewhere, and while that would mean you’d never run the risk of having cellulite, it sure would suck the joy straight out of living.

animal onesie

Because brains in jars seldom create babies this cute.

Advertisements

Entry filed under: And you KNOW THIS!, Thanksgiving.

Check Yo’self Before You Wreck Yo’self Big Times

13 Comments Add your own

  • 1. hillary  |  July 8, 2009 at 2:44 pm

    I have a tattoo on my foot and one on my back. I need – NEED – two more tattoos but I have no idea where to put them. I’ve seen my friend’s stretched-beyond-recognition-thanks-to-2-babies tattoo on her hip and it made me throw up in my mouth a little. So now I’m all “tattoos? or babies?” but then I feel like an asshole because really? I’m choosing between tattoos or babies? and clearly this blog post was all about me. Goddamn.
    Sorry, lady. I am having one of those days.

    Reply
  • 2. MLE  |  July 8, 2009 at 5:24 pm

    I remember this one time in high school some girl in my drama class was talking about the awesome tattoo she was going to get of a frog on her lower belly. I asked her if she ever planned to have kids and she said yes. Then I asked her if she really wanted a nuclear waste frog on her lower belly post-babies.

    I think she decided to get it someplace else.

    Hearing stories of women who are back to pre-preg weight so quickly after having babies gives me hope that I won’t be a great white whale for years afterward. Then again, every body is different and every pregnancy is different and I guess there’s no way to know what’s going to happen until it happens, right? Pregnancies in my relatives have varied from 9-month basketball-under-the-shirt bellies to huge all-over weight gains and quite a bit in between. I guess I’ll find out soon enough whether I lucked out in the genetics department or not. One of the things that scares me the most about pregnancy is how I’ll react to a rapidly changing and growing body, particularly with my history of body image issues, and I’m trying real hard, Ringo, to work through my issues ahead of time and get back to a comfortable place before I get knocked up. Thank you for writing about what you’ve gone through and your feelings post-partum; it helps me to get more perspective on the matter.

    Reply
  • 3. HoST  |  July 8, 2009 at 9:21 pm

    JT, you look amazing. Maybe it’s the meth talkin’, but you look even better now that you did pre-Sadie.

    MLE, nice Pulp Fiction reference.

    Reply
  • 4. 4th Reader of Said Turkey  |  July 8, 2009 at 10:50 pm

    I saw a young woman once with a little ring of dolphins tattooed around her havel. It was extremely cute, but the first thing I thought was how it would look after a pregnancy. Schadenfreude, I guess.

    Reply
  • 5. 4th Reader of Said Turkey  |  July 8, 2009 at 10:51 pm

    Er… navel. Sheesh.

    Reply
  • 6. kristin  |  July 9, 2009 at 8:04 am

    That last caption seems to imply that brains in jars sometimes DO create babies that cute. But of course, the disturbing part of that is that they can create babies AT ALL. Although, maybe that explains Rush Limbaugh . . .

    Reply
  • 7. Marcy  |  July 9, 2009 at 12:33 pm

    I completely agree – I am back to my pre-preggers weight and my clothes still don’t fit right.

    Did your shoe size change too? I used to be an 8 1/2 and now I am lucky to fit in to a size 9. Goodbye cute, strappy high heel sandals – hello clodhoppers. Now I know where the saying, “Your momma wears combat boots.” came from. She had kids and all her cute shoes didn’t ft anymore.

    Reply
  • 8. FoST  |  July 9, 2009 at 2:47 pm

    Girl, you crazy – you look great!

    I’m almost jealous for how fantastic you look but then I remember you totally deserve a rockin’ bod AND a cute baby. : )

    Reply
  • 9. Daughter of 4th Reader  |  July 9, 2009 at 8:33 pm

    About the tattoo to commemorate(sp?) Sadie’s birth – it depends on what/where.
    I’m not recommending this or anything, I just thought it was cool. This girl that worked with me at a horseback riding barn had a tattoo of a tree going up her side. The tree looked kind of like this http://www.chinatownconnection.com/images/artwork/art5.jpg but without the bird and had these little bits (it’s bad when you try to type bits and type bitch instead) branching off with a little oval of green that looked like the leaves in a treetop on them. I’m really bad at describing it, but it was pretty.

    Reply
  • 10. Kelly  |  July 10, 2009 at 3:41 pm

    Well said. I completely agree and although I have always known that a lot of women have these conflicting feelings it is so nice to hear it from someone else.

    Reply
  • 11. Leah  |  July 13, 2009 at 1:45 am

    Those are the exact (EXACT) post-preg body “issues” (for lack of a better word) I’m left with. The hangy-down (but not long!) boobs, the flat ass, the still-there linea negra, and the only-while-sitting tummy. Just today I realized that the skin on my belly is totally different from the skin anywhere else on my body. Try this: Sit down, put your hands flat on your stomach on either side of your bellybutton, and the squish your hands together. Look at that skin! So wrinkly and paper thin and WRINKLY! Also, has your hair started falling out yet? Mine started shedding at about four months and I think it’s only starting to taper off. I need to learn how to do the awesome hair art of my Mormon pioneer ancestors: http://victorianhairjewelry.com/hairflower.html

    Reply
    • 12. jiveturkey  |  July 14, 2009 at 9:01 am

      DEAR GOD! Hair art? HAIR ART?! My skin, it is crawling.

      And I have TOTALLY experimented with the belly skin, and it’s so weird. All crepe-y and shit. These are the things they should show in sex ed to discourage teen pregnancy, for real.

      No hair loss yet. I’m deeply afraid of that one. I work with someone who had bad hair loss after pregnancy and IT NEVER CAME BACK. Eek.

      Reply
  • 13. Da Plane! Da Plane! « Jive Turkey  |  August 19, 2009 at 11:37 am

    […] stop shedding because of this annoying postpartum hair loss BULLSHIT that Leah totally predicted in the comments of a recent post. This post is about a […]

    Reply

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Trackback this post  |  Subscribe to the comments via RSS Feed


Pittsburgh Bloggers

Categories

Whatchu Twitterin’, Jive Turkey?

Feeds

Archives

I'm Gonna Git You, Flicka!

IMG_0001

Another way to guilt the child

Convalescing

Goofs

Birthday Girl

More Photos

%d bloggers like this: