Postpartum Rambling
Do you ever feel like life never really prepared you for motherhood? I always just assumed I'll be a decent mother and wife, till I actually became one. This is a journey of ups and downs of motherhood, growing up, and finding a voice during the postpartum months and years.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Happy Birthday!
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Little SALT in my wounds
Someone told me that I must go see SALT, so without a clue as to what it was about, we rushed to get the ticket, and got seated with anticipation. Honestly, I couldn't care less what I was about to see, just to get out of the house without kids gave me enough thrill to watch just about anything. I was NOT prepared for the experience I was about to have for the next 90 mins.
We came home after midnight, but I was too wired to go to sleep. Why did this movie disturb me so much? Unlike Bourne Identity, this movie gave me no pleasure of "escaping". Was it because I'm not a true feminist? Did I change because I have children of my own? Couldn't really tell why, but I just felt wounded.
I googled the movie that night to read the review. That's when I came across the fact that Angelina Jolie filmed this movie only 18 months after she gave birth to her twins. Crazy nuts! Jolie was stick thin!! If she had a postpartum weight issue, you couldn't tell. She did most of her own stunts and rarely used a double. Not only did she just have twins, she also has 3, no excuse me, 4 older kids! How does she manage to mother that many children, and still manage to be stick thin for this movie?
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
"Go MOM!!"
“Mama, your tummy is bigger than your milk (a.k.a -boobs)”
That’s all I needed to hear before dusting off my running shoes. After “letting go” and “just be happy” with my postpartum body, I haven’t done a single exercise, while eating whatever and whenever. I figured, the weight will come off when I stop nursing, just like the way it happened with my first child. I felt a sense of confidence, a feeling of freedom, in not caring about my weight. Besides, isn’t nursing the best diet out there?
All good things, including the euphoria of delusion, must come to an end. The innocent, but very observant comment from my 4 year old son brought me down to the reality. Unlike my first post-partum days, the pounds did not simply come off, and I am still miles away from my original size. The extra weight that moved in with pregnancy with my second child, stayed and hung around like an unwelcomed guest. Enough waiting around. It was time to do something about it.
I barely managed to squeeze into my old work out clothes, bribed the kids with snacks, and hit the pavement with the stroller. My legs felt heavy and immediately I began regretting not wearing another layer of a jogging bra. As I began to pump my arms, and tried to pound the pavement, I felt my body moving independently from me, doing its own rhythmic flabby dance. Didn’t matter. I was determined to get my work out.
I reached the stop sign down the street. My heart was pounding and I stopped to catch my breath. I waited for the light to turn so I can cross the street.
HONK, HONK!
I was startled by a jeep full of surfer –looking-dudes. Not sure why, but immediately, I flashed the biggest, ear-to-ear smile, and waved my flabby arms to say hello to the surfer-looking-dudes. If they raised their hands, I would’ve jumped up to high-five them. If they had a camera, I would’ve posed in my best angle. Call it adrenalin, or just an old habit, but I felt like I was 20 something all over again. I felt alive, and felt like I can run another mile.
Then the light turned green, and cars began to move. Just as I began to also pick up the pace, I heard the jeep peel away with a loud “GO—MMMMM oooooo mmm!!”
My legs froze. I was stunned. Can’t explain why I was so surprised, but I didn’t expect to hear a “MOM” cheer. Did they notice my kids sitting in the biggest double stroller ever? Did they see my muffin-top-postpartum-belly? All that energy and endorphin rush just drained out of me. I felt exhausted, old, fat, and completely unmotivated to take another stride. “Go-Mom”? Why did it feel so awful to hear someone say “Go-Mom”??
After moping around for another few weeks, I finally signed up for a Mommy Bootcamp. We meet at 6 o’clock in the morning, and now I love the freedom to exercise and work out with other moms, minus the kids. In a few weeks, I plan to go running again, without the kids. We’ll see who’ll “Go-Mom” me this time. I’ll let him have it.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
What would I be doing today if I was not a mom?
What would I be doing today if I was NOT a mom?
Unlike many perplexing, unanswerable questions out there in life, I actually know the answer to this question. I don’t even have to think about it. The truth is, I never thought I would be a mother. Do most other women grow up thinking, dreaming that she would be a mom one day? Not I. Not sure why not, but I never thought I would actually be a mother. Even if I did think I was going to be a mom, I had no idea what “being a mom” would entail. Clue-less. Absolutely clue less.
So, if I wasn’t a mom, who would I be today?
Immediately, I thought about work. If I wasn’t a mom, I would be working, putting in 80+ hrs/week, trying to climb the corporate ladder. I would get up in the morning, check the news and quickly check e-mail, then go to work where I would catch up with co-workers, buy cafeteria coffee, before sitting down at my desk. I would work, work, work, then meet a friend for lunch, then go back to work before finally leaving the office after dark. I would put in a quick work out at the gym, pick up some food at Trader Joe’s then go home and eat in front of a TV or a computer. I would watch a show or two, then read e-mails again, and prepare for the next day. Then I would read a book, before falling asleep, too exhausted to dream, uninterrupted till the next morning.
On weekends I would sleep in, hang out at farmer’s markets, then take day trips near by. I would definitely be on my 2nd or even a 3rd car, and would weigh 20 lbs less. I would obsess about my skin, hair, and clothes. I would go shopping recreationally, hang out with friends frequently, and call my parents regularly. I would eat spicy food and I would be eating out of glass plates rather than plastics. My car, house, and clothes would be clean.
That would be me.
But, if I wasn’t a mom, I would still be the most important person in my life. It was all about me. While that can almost sound appealing, it’s really kind of frightening. It’s one thing to be a child who is self-obsessed, but it’s a different ball game to be an adult who is self-obsessed. For that, I thank my children for being in my life. Everyday, they give me opportunities to be little less self-focused, and little less self-entitled.
So, my mom friends, who would YOU be if you were not a mom today? Better yet, for my non-mom friends, what kind of a mom would YOU be? I want you to write it down, so we can laugh about it together over a cup of tea one day.
Happy Mother’s Day!
Monday, February 8, 2010
Haiti
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
The Threesome Marriage
Tonight, I sit here pondering about “why do men hoard stuff??” I mean, not to be a sexist here, but I understand why women hold on to things- we appreciate sentimental reminders, we love getting gifts and we adore beautiful things. Most of us love to shop, which means we have more stuff.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Ta-Ta For Now: Part 1
It all began when I was 8 month pregnant with my second child, I joined an outdoor hiking program for my toddler who was 2 yr old at the time. I wanted to spend as much quality time with him as possible before the new baby was born. Since the class was also open to siblings, I thought it would be good to join something where I can attend with both kids at the same time. Plus, I wanted to meet other moms with multiple kids, and learn how they juggle and keep their sanity.
When we showed up for the class, I immediately saw a boy from my son’s gym class. I said hello to his mother, and we chit chatted while waiting for the hike to start. She also has an infant daughter, and she told me that her part-time work keeps her sane. I told her that we should get together sometime for a play date, and we said our good byes at the end of the class.
Well, it turns out this particular mom, works “part-time” as the Co-Founder and CEO of a very well known and large on-line photo cards company. Realizing that a play date is unlikely in the near future, I decided to venture out and meet more moms in the class. I met another very friendly mom, who has 2 same as kids as mine, and seemed eager enough to get together for a play date.
I came home that night, told my husband about this new potential friend. Much to my surprise, my husband recognized her name right away. It turns out this woman was my husband’s classmate from college. She also turns out to be a founder and CEO of even a bigger start-up company that sells party favors. She has celebrity customers and her products have been featured in InStyle, Real Simple, Good Morning America, just to name the few.
I was down right depressed. I had joined a toddler hiking class for the over-achieving moms!! Forget play dates. These moms went from changing diapers, to getting orders from Tori Spellings on their iPhones. Where did they find the time, energy and creativity to start and run successful business “on the side”?? I barely had the time to take a shower!!
They say in Silicon Valley, if you don’t have a start-up on your resume, you are a nobody. I decided I have got to start a start-up of my own. Dang it, I've got to be somebody.