Postpartum - Blog Posts

Okay being super vulnerable by sharing this but this is my weight loss so far. I’m 5’4” and this is from 208.4 to my current weigh in of 152.8

I’m not where I want to be yet but I’ve made so much progress.

**Edit: the pictures in the purple were taken 4/22/22 and the pictures in the orange were taken 9/18/23 so this is well over a year. I was also postpartum

The things nobody says - chapter 4

When Olivia reached her parents’ home she was relieved. She wouldn’t be alone anymore, she’d have help. Her parents welcomed her babies with open arms and took them from the car into the house. Olivia took the luggage to her bedroom as her parents cooed over the babies. They had hardly said hello to her, but she guessed it should be expected. They were very excited about becoming grandparents.

She sat on her childhood bed staring at the wall. A yellowed Leonardo DiCaprio poster was still pinned above her desk, the corners curling around the pins. Below it, hung framed pictures of her with her friends throughout their teens. The last picture had been taken at the beach on her last summer at home before leaving for university. She was wearing a lime green bikini that stood out against her tanned skin, her arms and legs were toned and her stomach was flat, her abdominal muscles taut.

She looked down at herself now and sighed. She was wearing black yoga pants that were slightly tearing at the inner seams, her drool stained grey hoodie was large enough to cover her now sagging stomach and breasts. She needed to feed the girls before she started leaking, again. She thought. She went to the living room where her parents were still making funny faces at the twins. It was a sight to behold. Her very prim and proper parents were kneeling down, on the living room carpet, speaking nonsense in high pitched voices at the twins who were sitting in two identical bouncers she had not seen before. Her parents had probably gone on a shopping spree and wasted a shitload of money on mostly useless stuff. She remembered, then, that she had left the breastfeeding cushion in the car, she went out to get it. Nobody had noticed her coming in the room and nobody noticed her leaving it. She came back, sat on the sofa wrapping the cushion around her waist and called her parents, who still hadn’t seen her.

The things nobody says - chapter 3

Steve put a hand on her shoulder and said “Don’t move, I can move the cradles closer.” He stood, moved his chair away and rolled the cradles up towards the head of the bed.

“This here is Phoebe. She’s the smaller one, but the doctors said her weight is perfect. They are both rather big for twins. That’s why your bump was so big, you were carrying around a total of 6kg of babies.” He gently stroked her hair. “I can’t believe I almost lost you.” He whispered. Olivia leaned her head in his hand, relishing his touch. She looked at their babies. “All’s well that ends well, look at what we made!”

Phoebe was wearing the onesie they had picked for her, it was white with glittery grey stars all over and ‘Mini Rockstar’ written on the chest in lime green. She had the softest brown hair and the cutest little pout. Her lips were making a sucking movement as she slept. Olivia felt her heart clench.

“You made them, and I’m so proud of the three women of my life. This big girl here is Amelia.” He said with a sweet smile. Her onesie was mint green with large black polka dots and the words ‘Milk & cuddles’ written in hot-pink on her tummy. She was a little bigger than her sister, the same brown hair and rosy cheeks, her tiny little fists kept clenching and unclenching.

Olivia felt tears sting her eyes. “Hello my little cupcakes. Welcome to the world. Mommy loves you so much.”

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