It all started on a Tuesday morning when our eldest son had blood in his poop. That's right, blood.
The poor guy had a dairy and soy intolerance that didn't rear its ugly head until about 2 months of age-- a common age when the body begins to counteract foods and substances that it can't break down. Unbeknown to us, dairy (and most likely soy, too) were gathered in his gut, eating away at the lining of his stomach (hence the blood).
What I learned after my firstborn was born
My little guy was born naturally the first week of March with the guidance and support of my husband, an incredible doula, a wonderful hospital staff, our perfectly (I'm not being facetious) stern doctor, after more than four weeks of early labor.
That's right. Over four weeks before our little man decided to make his debut, he was prepping the sails, revving the engine, and rolling out the red carpet.
Now in case you don't know what that is and think I'm a whiny-baby who was misreading her body's signs because "it's her first time," you can sit down and listen. Yes, this was my first experience with birth. No, these weren't Braxton Hicks. Yes, I was dilating and contracting for four plus weeks. Yes, this is normal. AND, no, you're wrong-- I'm actually really glad it played out like this.
Those four weeks were a gift from God to me. Literally.
I was forced to slow down and skip the gym and any extra exertion and literally prescribed by my doctor to relax and soak it all in. Although the 'sit down and watch TV,' and 'no walks for you,' drove me crazy, it caused me to look at a big truth in the face.
Birth will happen to you no matter how much you walked, crunched, lifted, or stretched.
You see, I had it in my head that I would do my best to have a natural labor, but that I should also be in great shape to make that a possibility.
That's just not the case.
If given the opportunity-- and barring any medical concerns-- your body, no matter its 'in shapeness' will do its job as its medically able.*