There I was after 24 hours of labor, five hours of pushing, and a C-section looking like a whale.
No really–a whale.
Like “find me an ocean and toss me in” certifiable whale. I would have fit in just perfectly with the sea creatures, which was amazing considering I had hyperemesis gravidarum in pregnancy and didn’t touch maternity clothes until I was about eight months pregnant. I wore my wedding ring throughout the pregnancy, and I was never swollen once. People actually said I looked cute, and perhaps they weren’t even lying. But after being pumped with fluids after my epidural and during my C-section, I now resembled Moby Dick and was so utterly not cute. One of my original legs turned into about five legs. My hands were as swollen as a beast’s. I’m surprised I didn’t warble or speak whale but instead could utter strings of the English language.
Got My Body Back Now, Thanks,