Your Belly After Kids
How to love the fuck outta your baby belly.
It’s kind of hard to have anonymity while writing this post. Yet I think it’s more important to write the post not giving a fuck about my identity. So here goes nothing.
I have four tiny humans. They aren’t so tiny these days but to me, they will always be six years old needing me in their life. “Mommy I need you” isn’t something I hear much these days. My oldest is 26 years old, yes I started young, then there’s 22, 15, and 13. I have two grandchildren. Life is incredible for me right now.
Not only am I the person above I am also a survivor of anxiety and depression for the last twenty-two years of my life. I am a Warrior. I am a fucking SURVIVOR. I have hit the motherfucking bottom and crawled through broken glass to get where I am today. Last week was incredibly hard for me as it marked the second anniversary of having a mental breakdown and having to spend six days in a psychiatric ward. I thought I was going to die that day. I felt it coming. I went to my spouse begging for help. Him being him, bless his heart, suggested a walk around the lake. When all I wanted to do was fucking drown in the lake. That afternoon my best friend had me call mobile crisis.
Somehow I dug down as deep as I could to find the strength to admit I needed help and to call for it.
They were at my house in an hour, spoke to me for two hours, then personally drove me to the hospital. Yes, it was that bad.
So, baby belly.
I am so thankful, grateful, and blessed to have my four tiny humans in my life. They have been my life as I’ve spent most of it as a stay-at-home mum. They are the air that I breathe. Even now I am fortunate enough to be able to stay home to raise the two younger humans as they grow into adulthood. Thank you my amazing partner for making that possible. It’s all happening so fast.
In the blink of an eye.
I see so many women worry about their bodies after they give birth. Like it’s something to be ashamed of. Making your baby belly less than because of how society has told us what they think the “perfect” body should look like. Well, I’m all happy for those that bounce back or those able to surgically enhance after having children. Yay, you! I am not one of those women.
I have a baby belly. I always called it my kangaroo pouch without the pouch. It’s there. I have had four kids so I guess it would be expected. I’ve not always liked my baby belly. It brought me doubt about men finding me attractive. These young girl bodies all over the internet and TV made me ashamed of what my body looked like. I would wonder why a man would see or find that attractive since it was something I didn’t find attractive.
I was wrong and I can admit that.
I’ve had sexual partners ranging in age to being thirty-one years older to be able to be a child of mine, clearing my throat, and I can say that these men have done nothing but love every square inch of my body not caring of the pouch that was there.
Not one single man mentioned my belly or made me feel less than because I had the total mom body in my head.
We get so hung up in our heads. I get it. I go there too. I’ll catch my reflection in the mirror and I’ll grimace at my reflection. Thinking “that damn baby belly”. I even tell my partner I wish He could have seen my body before kids that I was a total babe. He says I’m a total baby now. On good days I believe Him. On days where I have negative thoughts swirling in my head, I don’t believe Him.
I’ve come to accept my baby belly and encourage others to love their baby bellies too! On Mother’s Day, I shared this picture and only see fit to share my story with you and share my baby belly picture with you.
Feel free to comment with your baby belly too!!
I’m not sure how this turned into a baby belly, depression, and anxiety post but it did. I guess because when I’m not feeling good in my head then I find things about myself that I don’t like about myself to obsess over. Mental health issues suck.
I want you to go to your bathroom, shut the door, and lock it. Pick your shirt up a little and push your pants down a little and look at your baby belly. I want you to remember what it has given you. The love that pours into your life by having these children that look to us and call us “mum”. Remember the life YOU have given. Remember some women can’t have children of their own and how they’d love to have your baby belly. WORD!
I want you to love the fuck outta your baby belly.
Love,
Sid
