You Win Some, You Loose Some

Okay, well I posted earlier that I would explain how my health and Matty's eating habits are connected. So here it goes.



As the title says, you win some and you loose some. I seem to be loosing these days. And I mean that in many senses of the term. For those of you that know me, I have always struggled with my weight. I was bigger growing up and seemed to grow out before I would grow up. I took control of my weight a few years ago and have been able to maintain a healthy weight for some time now. Enter Matt. He's thriving. Doing really well. It seems however that I am having a hard time maintaining my weight while nursing him among other issues. With my recent weight loss, I find myself in a place I've neer been before...trying to GAIN weight. Go figure. When is that last time you've heard a woman say that, right?!?!? Well, back to the story. Matt's nursing has done more than damage the numbers on the scale. Back in September, I ran a 5k. No big deal. I mean, it's only 3 miles. The good news is that I beat my time from 2007. I was proud that I was able to bounce back to the asphault so shortly after having a baby. However some of my motavation for running fast was the fact that about a mile into the race, my bladder spasmed and I wet myself. And I'm not talking about a little leakage. I'm talking about fully empting my bladder. It was horrible. Embarrassing. My only saving grace was that it was a night race. Knowing that something was obviously wrong, I saught the help of my doctor and after some test were run, it was determined that my bladder had fallen. Did you know that 75% of women have some bladder damage post partum? I didn't know that either! And of the women who have issues, 75% of those have their symptoms get worse with age. 10% of women that need surgical repair have the proceedure done before the age of 80. So yeah, I was feeling kinda old after hearing that stat, but it was comforting to know that I'm not the only one who has these issues. On November 12th, I went infor surgery. It was to be a 30 minute out patient thing with little to no time int he hospital. I remember waking up and feeling positive. Kevin came in to check on me and that's when he broke the news to me. After 3 hours in the OR, my doctor was unable to fix me. If anything, there was more damage. It seems that breast feeding has somehow depleted my nutrience and in doing so, my body was unable to heal itself after Matthew's birth. In addition, I have been unable to keep weight on to help my body in the process. Now I start the long road to recovery. I am not going to rush Matt to stop nursing. That's not fair to him. And besides, a year or so of my time is nothing compared to a life time of health and other benefits that breast feeding provides. I plan on letting Matthew wean himself close at close to a year old. Unless his teething becomes an issue. In that case, I'm puttin my foot down! Then I can start taking extra vitamins and medications to help my body prepare for surgery again. At that point, I can get back to running. I can work on my dream of qualifing for Boston. All in time I guess. In the mean time, pass me an extra slice of pie...I've got some weight to put on.