In case you missed out on the Postpartum Recovery Workshop you can get a little taste with these recipes ;)
These are my top three favorite drinks for all seasons, but especially fall
My first real experience with babywearing was through my travels to Uganda and Thailand. Everyone was wearing their baby...even on the back of a motorcycle!The woman who lived next to us in Thailand was always wearing her granddaughter while she cleaned and cooked. To me, it seemed so natural that women would carry their babies close to them.
It's overwhelming sifting through the countless parenting books out there. Some are great, some not so much. I want to share with you the top 5 books (in no particular order) that have helped me through my parenting journey so far. My hope is that these recommendations will give you a starting point. While you may not adopt everything a certain parenting method recommends, finding a method you resonate with will give you guidance and a foundation to build your parenting style on.
In my mind there was never really a question on whether or not I would breastfeed. From my doula work I knew about all the health benefits of breastmilk and how great it was for bonding. My goal was to breastfeed for the first year. BUT, to be completely honest I wasn't sure if I would actually enjoy it. I was worried that I wouldn't like it at all.
Here's a little backyard workout I did this morning. If you don't have equipment that's fine! Get creative or just use body weight. Whatever you choose to do set your intention on your breath and go for quality movements.
Sunday mornings have always been one of my favorite times of the week. Before giving birth I had a ritual of going for a run or yoga class with friends, usually followed by the farmer's market or brunch. Sunday mornings felt so long and leisurely; they would stretch into a day of relaxation and act as my reset button before the week would begin again. "OOOO, OOOO, OOOOOOO, eeeeeee!!" A tiny palm to the face, a tug on my hair, and BAM! 6:30am, I'm awake.
At around 4 months postpartum I hit a wall with patience. I was extremely frustrated at my attempts to get back into shape and my body not complying. Even worse I felt like the biggest hypocrite for telling so many moms to be patient with their own bodies. Getting dressed in the morning was becoming such an ordeal because nothing fit...I wasn't pregnant anymore so my maternity clothes were too big, but I wasn't anywhere near the same shape or size I was before pregnancy. I was just stuck in the middle, in a body I didn't really know anymore. I was over it. My body, being postpartum, everything.
It doesn't matter what your pregnancy or birth experience was like, becoming a mom is a huuuuge transition. All women are in need of support during the first few days, weeks, months...hell, the entire first year. But when you're in the midst of sleepless nights and charting wet and poopy diapers you're not necessarily thinking about how another person can support you, which is why it's a great idea to set up a plan of attack ahead of time.