Bringing back my 40 day goals

We are slowly transitioning out of survival mode in our house to actually functioning as a family of four. Chet still doesn’t sleep for more than 3 hours at a time (although he did trick me once by falling asleep at 7pm and not waking up until 1am. I should have gone to bed at 7 so I could enjoy those six hours. Instead I got three). He still loves to nap on his mama, but he is finding joy in his bouncy chair and play mat when he is awake. He’s also sleeping in his Moses basket more than he is sleeping with/on me at night. We are making progress. If only I could get him to nap somewhere besides my arms.

7 weeks old today - Enjoy on walk on this 72 degree day

Last night Chet was hanging out in his swing with one eye open (I told you we are making progress!). I went back and reread a few of my early posts in search of some running motivation. While I did find running motivation, I also realized that I like me. I love feeling comfortable in my own skin. I love feeling open to the world. While life was quite different last April (pregnant but didn’t know it yet), I’m not willing to let go of the me that was present during that time. Pregnancy and adapting to new-mommyhood has cloud my perception of myself. I’m so glad I have a blog to remind me what it is that makes me feel alive. It’s time to bring back my 40 day goals.

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Since these goals are about pushing myself, making myself better, keeping myself genuine and true to who I am I will be repeating a lot of the goals that I originally set pre-pregnancy. My goals are about becoming the best me I’m capable of being. They are about breaking bad habits and create new healthy habits.  If I’ve learned one thing about myself over the past 7 weeks of Chet’s life and the past 40 weeks of pregnancy it is that it is easy for me to fall back into old patterns. It’s easy to put the things I love on the back burner. Although there is a new baby in the mix, I am not willing to let go of me.

My new goals focus on finding balance in my new world. They  focus on remaining open to the world around me while keeping home life balanced. They are realistic. I have a 7 week old baby who loves his mama. I am a mama who loves her boys.  I will be transition back to work in the few weeks. I will be reminding myself to be patient with myself.

Who’s joining me? 40 days. However many goals you want. Go crazy. Play it safe. After not drinking for an entire pregnancy plus 7 weeks and counting maybe I’ll reward myself with a glass of wine or a celebration brunch plus mimosas.

40 days. Goals. Brunch and mimosas to celebrate our success at the end. How can you say no?

40 Day Goal Challenge (bouncing back after baby)

February 22nd – April 8th

  1. Run (3xs a week) while honoring the fact that my body just gave birth to a baby
  2. Yoga (once a week with Chet and once a week with just me)
  3. Reintroduce meditation back into my daily practice (as often as possible)
  4. Be brave and stay strong when I drop Chet off at my mom’s house when I return to work. Allow myself to cry but do not allow myself to get stuck in the sadness)
  5. Cook dinner at home 5 nights a week
  6. Eat dinner at the dinner table 4 nights a week
  7. Bring back Soup-er Sundays
  8. Date night with Christian
  9. Have a Cole and Mom date
  10. Finish the Cherry Blossom 10 mile run with a smile on my face
  11. Begin using cloth diapers

Reward: Brunch with Mimosas to celebrate!

I official started my goals yesterday to sync up with my friend who has taken me up on the 40 day goal challenge!

Baby Om

Om is the oldest, the most sacred sound in the practice of yoga, Buddhism, and Hinduism. The mantra of Om represents the union of mind, body, and spirit and the whole universe compressed together into one single sound.

Chet is our Baby Om. He was welcomed into this world and into my body on a weekend that represented the union of mind, body and spirit for Christian and me. He represents everything Christian and I love in this universe in one tiny body. He was conceived on a weekend yoga/biking trip in DC to see the cherry blossoms in 2011. Christian and I made the trip to DC to getaway, to refocus our relationship, to celebrate being a couple, and to take in the beauty of nature. We biked around the city. We practiced yoga in front of the Washington Monument. Chet began his existence on a weekend filled with loved. It’s no surprise that Chet has always loved yoga.

Happy yoga feet on the lawn in front of the Washington Monument

Chet’s love of yoga continued throughout my pregnancy. He was so happy and content in my belly during prenatal yoga. Thursday nights at 6pm was our bonding time together. Every week I knew I had an hour to refocus, to recenter, to bond more deeply with my baby, and to use my body to massage the baby growing inside me. There was always a peace in my heart and my belly on Thursday nights.

Although Chet didn’t decide his own birthday, I’m not surprised that he was born on Thursday night. In the early hours of my labor, Chet and his heart rate were not happy. Although I moved from position to position to encourage his heart rate to remain consistent after each contraction, the only position my Baby Om found comfort in was in the meditative position of half lotus. His heart rate remained consistent. My labor progressed. It was in this position that my body finally progressed passed 5cm. My baby boy loves everything yoga.

I think Chet loves yoga so much that he waited for our weekly date at 6pm on Thursday night for him to decide to enter the world. It was right at 6pm that my body started to respond to labor. While I was laboring, my yoga classes dedicated their final Oms to Chet. It was at the exact same time that my body transitioned. It was at this point that I knew I would have my baby the way I intended to have him. Less than one hour later, Chet was born.

I believe in energy. I believe in the power of our planet and our universe. I believe in the rhythm and the vibrations in our world. I know that Chet felt the Oms sent to him by yoga class. I also believe that over the 40 weeks of my pregnancy Chet found comfort in our weekly routine. It was a safe place for him. He found comfort in my breath and the repetition of movement. He chose this moment of comfort to make his journey into the world because it felt safe to him.

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This morning Chet and I returned to our place of comfort. We attended our first mommy and me yoga class. I finally got to show him off to our teacher. He smiled when he heard her voice. Just like he did during all of our prenatal classes, Chet curled up and found comfort in the sounds and the rhythm of yoga. He slept the entire class while he was surround my talkative active babies. I know as he grows he will turn into one of those talkative active babies, but today he slept peacefully through his first baby yoga class.

He woke up at the very end of practice

Mama got to stretch and breathe. I have missed yoga.

It felt so good to stretch. It felt so good to breathe. It felt great to have my hands at hearts center again. Chet and I now have a date on Wednesday mornings with eachother and yoga.

I think it’s also time for me to make a date with myself and my yoga mat without a baby. After practicing for almost year with a baby companion, I’m also ready for some solo time with my mat.

Where’s Chet?

In one of the few quiet moments in our house today, I snuck off to the kitchen for a piece of chocolate. When I came back to the living room, I had to laugh. Think someone was fussy today? Swing, playmat, bouncy chair, and Moses basket all lined up. If one doesn’t work, move on to the next station!

Anyone want to guess where Chet is hiding?

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(and I think I might be a genius for figuring out that Chet’s seahorse can hang by his tail on the Moses basket to help keep him happy!)

Run #2 = Getting Easier

I should probably start checking the weather forecast before I decide to not plan my weekend run to help increase my motivation to actually plan a run.

After running for the first time post-baby last week, I couldn’t tear myself away from my cute cooing (and sometimes crying) baby once this week to go for another run. I thought about it few times during the week. I thought about it again Saturday. As the day passed, I thought I’d go before dinner. It was nice outside. It was a great day for a run, but then Chet got even more cute. He ohh-ed and ahh-ed at all my baby talk so I never left his side.

Before Chet could win me over with his ohhs and ahhs today, I went running right after his morning feeding. Brrr. Cold and raining. It was not a beautiful day to run. I should have run yesterday when it was nice outside.  (And for the record, he was super cute while I was gone but only for his daddy.)

Today’s run was one of those “blank” runs. I have no idea what I thought about or if I thought about anything. I don’t remember certain parts of the run. I just ran (and walked). I ignored my watch (for the most part). My brain went blank as soon as my feet hit the pavement. I ran my normal 3 mile loop and before I knew it, I was home.

While my brain went blank mentally, physically my body felt better than last run. Running didn’t feel as foreign to me this go round. My legs felt a little stronger. My back didn’t ache nearly as much. My cardio still stinks, but my time got a little faster! I did sneak a peek at my watch a few times, and I think I’m running an 11 minute mile right now. Come on 10s! Come on 9s! But for now, 11 works for me!

Mile 1: 13:00

Mile 2: 12:47

Mile 3: 12:52

Total: 3.02 miles in 38:50 @ a pace of 12:53 (walking included)

Last week I ran 3.01 in 40:09 at a pace of 13:20. Wouldn’t it be great if I shaved 30 seconds off my mile time, every time I ran!

While I didn’t do any thinking during my run, I did do some think after my run. 40 day goal challenge is going to start again next weekend. I’m working on my list right now. Anyone up for joining me with their own 40 days of goals?

No running photos, but Chet wanted to say Hi!

And while we are talking about weather, please let it behave itself tonight. Cole is flying home from Nashville, and I don’t want him to get delayed!

Making a Come Back

Happy to be on the road again!

Today was the virtual run to honor the memory of Sherry Arnold. I had picked  today to be my first run post-baby to honor her. I woke up this morning ready to run. I feed Chet. I pumped. I ate breakfast. I bathed Chet. I feed him again. All of a sudden the day started to slip away. While I was nursing Chet, he was so sweet. He was so cozy. I didn’t want to leave him (even for a 30 minute run). I wanted to sit with him and enjoy all the cuteness that he offers. Christian asked me to hand him over, so he could enjoy his cuteness too (and so I could run). After trying to come up with a dozen excuses as to why I couldn’t go run, I handed him over. Christian insisted. I think he would have pushed me out the door if I kept saying no. I changed my clothes. I put on my running shoes. I left with no plan at all except to listen to my body and to run/walk around 2 miles. The whole point of my run was to run for Sherry. I wanted to honor Sherry. I wanted to honor myself as a mom and runner.

I walked the first two minutes before I felt the desire to run. I ran for the next five minutes. Hello glorious running. I have missed you. It wasn’t fast. It probably wasn’t pretty. But it felt great to expand my lungs, to use my muscles, and to breath in the fresh air. I even got a little choked up when I gave myself a minute to think about my crazy running journey over the past year (I’m blaming post-baby hormones!).

I can see my feet!

After the first five minutes of running, I still felt good. I also knew I didn’t need to over do it, to push to hard, to wake up incredibly sore tomorrow. I walked another two minutes. I kept this pattern for 3 miles. Three miles running five minutes and walking two minutes isn’t too bad for five weeks post-baby. (I was only hoping for 2, but when I got close to my house and my watch said 2.4 I knew I could run another .6.)

The run was a lot easier than I expected it to be yet it was also a lot harder than I expected. My legs felt good. I expected them to hurt. My lungs burned. I thought my cardio might be better. My posture is awful. My core is weak. This wasn’t a surprise. I need to strengthen my back and stomach starting now.

Based on my Garmin, my run looked like this:

Mile 1: 13:01

Mile 2: 13:24

Mile 3: 13:33

Total: 3.01 at a 13:20 pace (walking included)

Based on my mile times, I am exactly where I was physically (minus the pregnancy) at the Rock n Roll half marathon. My times are almost identical.  I wasn’t really expecting anything from my run, so I’m happy to know that this is my starting point. Each run will get a little easier. Each mile will get a little faster. I’ve started the process. This is always the hardest part. Starting at a point I worked really hard to get to during pregnancy feels good.

Windy Run

Every time the run got hard and I wanted to go home to snuggle Chet some more, I thought of Sherry. I get to run home to my bundle of joys. Her family will never get to great her again after her run. I’m running again five weeks after having a baby. I get to run. I get to snuggle my boys. I get to live my life.

I hope Sherry’s family felt the love from the thousands and thousands of people running for her today.

I don't think he missed me!