Sixteen months ago I delivered a beautiful baby girl via emergency C-section after pre-eclampsia forced an induction at 37 weeks that didn't go as planned.
My world was turned upside down. All parents say that. Other cliches that were inevitably true:
"You'll never understand the love until she's in your arms."
"Your whole life changes."
"You will never be alone again."
I'm not a huge fan of bikinis. I think I've owned quite a few tankinis. But a bikini? I doubt I'll ever have enough confidence to pull that off. Despite that, in early January I signed up for Bikini Body Mommy Challenge 3.0.
At 8:29 a.m. I hadn't stepped up to a race start in seven months. At 8:32 a.m. I was starting off on my first 5K in more than two years.
I left the doctor's office with instructions to basically sit on my butt for the weekend and monitor my blood pressure. I went home to the couch and called work to let my division office know I wouldn't be returning. I emailed over the appropriate documents, including a new form for my maternity leave to start.