Dear Postpartum Self,
I know you are feeling pretty down on yourself right now. . . what with your once smooth stomach completely riddled with stretch marks, your emotions that can give a mood ring a run for it's money and that mid-section that still thinks it's three months pregnant. As much as you tried to prepare yourself, this is a whole lot harder than you ever imagined.
Not only did you just squeezed a watermelon through a hole the size of your nostril, but now there is the pain of milk coming in and that feeling like shards of glass tearing through you when the feeding hour comes around. You never bargained for the night sweats, the fat mattress pads you straddle for the greater part of a month or the feeling of panic as you wake just to make sure that fragile little angel is still breathing. And to top it off, there's the motherload of all periods that seems to never end, the cringing every time you see yourself in pictures and the sinking feeling when you realize your body will never quite be the same again.
So before you lock all your doors, stay inside and swear to never do this again, I hope you'll remember to be kind to this strange, postpartum version of yourself. Be kind to yourself when your toddler has watched half a season of Curious George in one day. Be kind to yourself when you smell like leaking, day-old milk. Be kind to yourself when you can't quite suck that stomach in far enough to hide what's left over from 9 months of turning food into a tiny human. Be kind to yourself when you feel unstoppable, hot tears fighting their way down your cheeks because your husband only cleaned up the spilled salad dressing with paper towels instead of soap and water.
But most of all, be kind to yourself because somehow God saw fit to use you as the secret place for crafting a miracle. The place where a tiny seed of a soul can grow into a great legacy for the Gospel and you forever will carry the marks on your body to prove it.
Love Your Miracle-Making Self
^^ post-too-much-sucking-in ^^