Tendonitis and Ingrown Toenails and Bald Spots... OH MY!

So let's talk about some of the not so miraculous post birthing bodily joys. The "joys" that no one lets you in on. Specifically the humorous havoc that can be wreaked on your body. On my body anyway. Maybe some mamas out there feel better than they've ever felt. Invincible. The epitome of health in their post birthing bods. Me not so much.

In the beginning my wrist kiiiiiiiilled. I could barely do simple movements or motions. It was literally hard to even wipe my babe's bottom. It just kept getting worse and worse because I had no choice but to use my wrist. A crying baby doesn't wait for tendonitis. Apparently tendonitis or "mommy's wrist" is common amongst new mothers. Something about using your wrist in ways you never have before and blah blah. All I know is that when you're still feeling schleppy and squishy and not like your old self, a sexy new wrist brace is no fun. No fun whatsoever.

Then to add to that hotness, I got severe ingrown toenails on both sides of both my big toes. Near the end of my pregnancy I got pretty swollen in general, and therefore, so did my feet. As it was still shoe-wearing and not sandal-wearing season, I guess my poor squished in feet pressed on my poor squished in toenails. Alas, the swelling eventually retreated but the leftovers of a chronically infected mess remained. So then I had my geriatric wrist brace and a sweet new limp. I was feeling G-L-A-M-O-U-R-O-U-S.

And to top it all off, my hair started coming out in clumps. This was a known post preggo issue (hormonal changes and all), but so not known at the same time. I expected the shedding, but I did not expect to shed enough every day to create birds' nests. Or wigs. I could have cornered the market on either hairy human made birds' nests or brittle thinned out wigs. I'm convinced I have some bald spots underneath my mop. And definitely a receded hairline with baby frizz hair growing in.

The mental picture of this trifecta of brokenness is rocking your socks, I know.

In summation, I would say these were like my 4th (and 5th) trimester perils. And temporary. I finally feel like the pendulum of my bodily reactions (after going through the physical battle of birth), is settling into a slow swing back to the "before". As close to the before as possible. A middleground I guess. An in between. Because I will always have my tiger claw stretch marks practically tattooed around my belly button (faded now thank the heavens) to remind me that my body is in the "after". 

But screw the tendonitis and ingrown toenails and bald spots! My "after" body brought a life (a HUMAN BEING) into the world. And that makes this body AH-mazing. 

Case closed.