08/19/2019
I love everything about this share 🥰🥰🥰
🌙 1 hour postpartum🌙
I didn’t hire a birth photographer - it wasn’t financially or logistically feasible for me. And while I would have loved to have one there to make my birth look glamorous and elegant and powerful (birth photographers are incredibly skilled and amazing at their craft), instead I have these very real, very raw photos of me looking flushed and wet and exhausted with double chins and poor lighting and pixilation and extra belly.
I didn’t love them at first - who wants to see 70+ photos of their body NOT looking how they want it to look? But I’m warming up to them, because F**K what I expected my body to look like - this is what it DOES look like. This is what my body looks like when it has just carved itself hollow, stretched its tissues so wide they tore open, squeezed and pulled and pushed a new human into the world, and managed all of this without letting me die like I thought I might in the midst of it.
I’m still trying to figure out my birth and my body, but I am deeply appreciative of how efficient and effective it can be if I just get out of the way. I will try to do the same postpartum - trust this body to do what it needs to in order to support me and my baby and try to stop worrying about it and everything else.