Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Mommy and Competitive Bodybuilder – Jessica and Savannah






Throughout my pregnancy, my husband and I did all of the research into what would be best for our child. We researched, discussed, and planned everything from the ideal birth plan, to breastfeeding for at least a year, to the way we wanted to educate and discipline her when she got older. Breastfeeding was one of the no-brainer decisions for us. His mother had breastfed him until he was nearly 3 years old, so he was a great support from the start—such an important thing to have when you’re a brand new mom! Much of our fastidious planning went out the window though, when at 32 weeks along, my blood pressure spiked to 187/110 due to preeclampsia. Thirty-three hours after that spike, I delivered an 8 week early, 4.5lb baby girl who was whisked up to the NICU before I could even touch her.

I was so ill after the delivery that I was kept downstairs on Magnesium for three days before I was deemed healthy enough to go up to see Savannah in the NICU for the first time. During those three days, I was lucky to have lactation consultants come show me how to pump and how to hand express milk—I was desperate to still be able to stick with this one plan of breastfeeding, especially because she was so early. I had read how important breastmilk is to preemies and needed to give that to her. In the beginning, my body had other ideas. It wasn’t ready to produce milk yet, because she had been born so early and despite pumping in 20 minute intervals round the clock, I was lucky to get 2mls per session. I vividly remember the conversation with the NICU doctors when they told me that I needed to start getting the 6mls that Savannah needed per feeding within the next 24 hours or they would need to start supplementing her with formula. Shortly after that talk, I found myself sitting on my couch after pumping for 40 minutes and only having 5ml—I was sweaty and crying and desperate to get one more ml into my plastic spoon. It was awful. Somehow, as if by magic, the next day was better, ounces better, when all of a sudden my milk came in. All of those alarms going off every two hours to remind me to pump finally paid off and I was suddenly the mom on the NICU ward whose milk was being sent to the freezer—I had so much and she was still only taking 8ml per feeding!
When she was one week old, the doctors let me try to feed her at the breast for the first time. The lactation consultants were there to help and when I finally got her to latch I felt like such a maternal badass! 

My how we progressed from those first days and weeks through our breastfeeding relationship! It was such a natural thing for us after those first times with all of her tubes and wires in the way—when we finally go to bring her home it was easy for us. I was still so worried about my supply, because of how hard I had worked in those first days for nothing that I continued to pump after every feeding. All those pumping sessions allowed me to fill a freezer with milk that gave her dad the opportunity to feed her every evening when he got home from work—and on magical weekend mornings so I could sleep in.

That full freezer also allowed me to give back to other NICU babies whose moms were struggling to get those few precious drops of milk for their babes. Over 14 months, I donated 500 ounces to the Mothers’ Milk Bank of North Texas to preemies in need. I also got to gift two dear friends with milk to supplement when their supplies were low. 

As Savannah progressed into a very fat baby with no signs of her small birthweight, and breastfeeding became second nature to us, I started to think back to my body before baby. Before getting pregnant, I had been a nationally ranked competitive bodybuilder. My post-baby body was miles away from where I had been pre-baby. When Savannah was about 8 months old, I began training from my first post-baby competition. I was still sure that I wanted to breastfeed past the one-year mark so I was very careful with how I chose to manipulate my diet and training. I met with Allison for these photos when Savannah was 12 months old and I was one month away from my competition. And at the 13 month mark, I stepped on stage again and walked away in 13th place. I stepped offstage and was greeted by my hungry 13-month-old and nursed her backstage. It was such a rewarding feeling for me to be able to reach my goals as a mother while also reaching my personal goals for my body. 

Shortly after that competition, Savannah started to lose interest in nursing—she was more curious about the world around her, and we weaned slowly with our last feeding on her 14 month birthday. She’s now a smart, joyful two-year-old, who loves all things princess, makeup, and accessories, and wants nothing to do with snuggling her mommy—good thing I got all of those snuggle sessions for 14 months! 

Just last week, I was reminded of the impact breastfeeding had on her when we were talking about farm animals at the dinner table one night. I asked her, as she took a sip of milk, which farm animal makes her milk and she responded with a giggle and “You silly mommy! Milk comes from mommies!”  

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