I don't think you ever reach an age where you listen and abide to everything someone may tell you, even if it is for the greater good and your best interests are at heart. Maybe it is stubbornness or a feeling of 'I know best' or you might even be in denial. Whatever the scenario, 9/10 we learn the hard way. I often seek advice or ask opinions from others, only to do it the way I intended to in the first place and I am certain I am not alone in that. For those close to me - I think they have learnt to tell me what I want to hear as they know I will do the opposite to whatever they say anyway. My Mum would say I am contrary - I call it determined.
In this particular instance I wish I had listened, not only to my body but those close to me and also health professionals. For those of you reading this who don't know my journey, I continued to exercise post baby when I was advised to stop, or at the very least slow down and I didn't. There was time to correct the damage that I had encountered with my pelvic floor, although unfortunately I didn't listen and now it is too late. Nearly 2 years on and learning to live with it.
As I sat on the plane travelling from Brisbane to Sydney for work this week, an array of mixed emotions came flooding to me. I couldn't help but wonder how many Mums feel the way I do. This is the first time I have been any great distance away from my baby girl, bringing a combination of sadness, excitement, worry and not to mention anxiety, that rears its ugly head.
Before becoming a Mum I used to travel for work frequently as an Area Manager and on those plane rides would take the opportunity to sleep. Wow, if only I knew what super powers I was missing out on back then. The countless sleepless nights you encounter as a Mum and yet we still carry on. Here I am on a 7am flight, with the whole day ahead of me, feeling like I have already done a full day at work and think it is a good idea to start writing a blog. Good one Rach.