I can’t get enough of my new baby girl. Because she is last my child, I’m trying to observe and hold on to every moment I have with her. Time is flying by with her being my third baby, but the one thing that is still hanging around is my deflated tire.
I don’t know what other moms call their postpartum bellies, but I refer to mine as the deflated tire. It was easy to get rid of my first tire. I was 23 and my body bounced back quickly. My second one, not so much.
And here’s where I’d like to debunk a lie (at least for me), breastfeeding does not help you lose weight or regain your pre-pregnancy body.
NOT AT ALL!
In all three of my pregnancies, I never gained more than 25 pounds. I ate well and worked out during each and every pregnancy. With my first born, we were unable to breast feed successfully, so he was bottle fed from about four months on. I lost the weight right away and was in a size two in no time.
My first daughter I nursed for 18 months. I lost all but five pounds by my six week check-up. And those five pounds hung around my stomach and hips until the day I quit nursing her. Ugh!
And now with daughter number two, baby number three being a newborn I don’t see the light for losing those pesky last five pounds going away for another 16 months.
But what maybe the most infuriating aspect of deflated tire syndrome is that it doesn’t appear until I put a shirt on. Naked, I don’t look too shabby. Put a pair of shorts on and check that out, I have a waist and hips. A nice hour shaped girl. Throw a shirt on and I’m muffin top mama! What the hell?
So today begins my mission get rid of my ugly deflated tire. Wish me luck!
