September 3, 2013
Tuesday morning yoga
This lovely spring morning Luke and I were lucky enough to be able to attend a yoga class together. It was so lovely for us to do something with each other, especially something that we both needed as much mentally as we did physically.
I dabbled with a bit of yoga while I was pregnant and loved it. Especially when a lot of it has to do with breath and breathing into my baby. To send my breath and good thoughts to my womb.
But it wasn't until today, lying on our mat, my head against a nice warm blanket, when asked to breathe into our bodies, did it occur to me that since I had Mason, I hadn't breathed into my body. And into my womb.
So this morning I took extra care to send my breath to my womb. My womb, my pelvis, my uterus. They kept my baby safe for 41 weeks and I never even thought to thank them. I held back tears as I thought of what my body had accomplished. I've always picked at what it wasn't rather than what it was - never appreciating it. I spent a large portion of my teens trying to change it with diets and pills.
But today.. Today I thanked it. I sent breath after breath to it. 12 weeks to the day it was cut open to give me my son, I thanked my body.