Pendulum Post-Pregnancy... BRASS Needed, A.S.A.P!

...and there she stands...nine months + later. Everything and nothing is the same. In fact, the Love I feel for little River Sadie is inexplicable, indescribable, and boundless. All I know is after 24 hours of hard labor, when little River was handed to me, cradled in swaddling cotton... an overwhelming sense of purpose braided with love and hope washed over me. SHE is the reason that I exist; I finally understand. And most appropriately, I turned to my mother and apologized for everything I had EVER Done that had caused her any strife (the list is vast). Motherhood IS the real deal.

Times Passes ...
Love Abounds ...
Hormones Dance ...
Emotions Flounder ...
Organs Readjust ...
and Baby Cries ...

I think from a third person perspective, mother and child laughing in the sunlight, strolling through the supermarket, struggling with the car seat on small town streets, things appear okay. Picture perfect, really! The reality set in when I disrobed, and found 5 minutes to groom enough to adorn a bathing suit publicly. And for one sweet moment, in the low light of my apartment, my bikini didn't look half bad... and then I turned for a side view. Needless to say, the once ripe melon-like posterior had evolved, unknowingly in clothing, into something foreign.

I studied my backside from several angles, with and without glasses, only to find that the longer I looked, the longer it stayed the same. Somehow my post-partum bottom resembled two viscous teardrops, hanging side-by-side, appropriately. I officially needed a BRASS ( A bra for my posterior) if such a thing exists! I can only hope.

That simple grooming session opened my eyes to many new post-partum discoveries! My thighs, once opaque...perhaps lovely from a distance (in the right shoes), now resembled a topographical map of the Badlands ...peaks and valleys sprinkled with occasional little veiny blue roadways and red clot detours. And my once inny bellybutton, now has an awning...sort of like an eyelid... hard to say, exactly. And then River cried from her crib, and my self-absorption index dwindled. I sidled out of that bathroom in my bikini, took one look at River... and decided that a clean diaper and her beach bag took precedence over my need for a BRASS and an airbrushing. End of discussion. The beach and my dear friend Jerilyn awaited us. REAL priorities. I'm learning, ever so slowly.