I had grand plans of exercising once the baby arrived – and all of that went out the window as soon as they rolled me into the operating room for the c-section. My 5k plans for this past weekend? Canceled. Last Thursday was my first day of really walking – and the first day I could even drive. I’m still not released for regular stuff, like jogging.
So let’s rewind to several months ago when I learned that I had to have a physical this year, required by my insurance company in order to keep rates low, etc. I called this summer and set it up and mentioned to them that I was a billion weeks pregnant, but the physical was required by the end of September. We set an appointment for last Thursday.
I was asked to arrive at 9 for a 9:15 appointment, and then had to ask them at 9:25 if I was going to be seen (since I was the only person in the waiting room and had been waiting since 9.) They forgot to tell the nurse I was there. At 9:45 I told them that the baby was going to wake up any minute and need to be fed. The doctor came in at 9:50 and I was feeding the baby. We chatted, he knew that Lucas was 2 weeks, one day old, and after he checked me out, he sent me on for labs. The doctor also knew why I needed to get the physical done, and commented that he was impressed that I came in two weeks after the birth of the baby. Especially a c-section.
So imagine my surprise when I get the results back this week and all looks good with the exception of my cholesterol, which was a little bit high. And he added this note (and highlighted it): No significant abnormalities with any of these labs except the cholesterol is slightly high. Some weight loss should help with this.
Can I just note that I’m 11 pounds from my pre-pregnancy weight? When I checked into the hospital, I had gained 44 pounds. So losing 33 pounds in two weeks was quite an accomplishment – at least I thought it was. Especially considering that I wasn’t allowed to walk down my stairs, walk around the neighborhood or do any sort of exercise for those two weeks.
I was furious by the comment, to say the least. I actually called today and they noted in my records that I had just had a baby.
This week, the fun really began. I started walking Lucas all by myself (if you could see the hill next to our driveway, you’d understand the challenge this really is.) Lucas loves walks. It’s the one thing that almost always calms him down and puts him to sleep. We walk at least a mile each time – and yesterday we walked twice. We’ve already been out once today and I’m anticipating at least one more walk, if not two.
Besides that, though, there’s not much else I can do until mid-October. It’s not like I can bust out with pilates or a Jillian Michaels workout. I’m not supposed to lift anything heavier than the baby (and really, I’ve been picking up Chloe, and she weighs 3 pounds more than him), so I can’t do weights. I have 10 months of Women’s Health magazines that I haven’t touched, so I guess I could start reading them to think of future workouts. And, really, it’s not like I have much time to work out with a newborn in the house. I’m just anticipating the day that he’s sleeping longer (he slept for 4 straight hours last night!) and I can exercise in the morning.
So I apologize for the long-winded rant about weight, but I had to get that comment off my chest. And let this be a warning for anyone – especially a medical professional – who makes a comment about my weight over the next month. I will not take the comment lightly. And, really, that doctor should be ashamed of himself. (Which I let the nurse know today.)