I officially have a 3 month old today. He is such a happy, smiley, boy. 

I’ve thought about what I would blog about all week. It’s been such a paradox of emotions for some reason. I’m still muddling through it all. I think my body is doing the opposite of my baby’s. Like an inch worm expanding and contracting to find a new normal. I’ve gained and lost the same pound for 2 weeks.

When I went to my 6 week check up my midwife handed me a script for pelvic floor physical therapy. It has become her new standard of care that all women can evaluated after childbirth. I finally got around to going to my first session this week. I left feeling so incredibly empowered. I wish I would have had the guts to go after Lia. I wish all women were able to do this, there is so much suffering that happens in silence that is so very unnecessary. 

I also started post partum core rehab with Strong Tummies which is a beautiful compliment to the work I’m doing at P.T. The exercises are very simple and yet I feel all sorts of deep muscles turning on for maybe the first time ever. 

So I will keep things short and sweet this week as I ponder my center.