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Friday, May 15, 2015

Through Murk and Mire

My blog largely depicts the sunny side of life.  The truth is, even in the dark times there is sunlight, but it doesn't always feel that way. The past year of Ryan and my life has not been easy. Being a new parent is HARD!  Just under a year ago we were blessed with two healthy babies, that we adore.  Everyone says that it is such a blessing, but there are days were it felt anything but.  The first 3 months of being a parent were the hardest. Neither of us got much sleep, and I felt in a daze all the time.  I would cry at the thought of Ryan leaving for work, and wonder how I would get through the day.  My family, Ryan's family, and DT, a close family friend, were and are so helpful. Still, knowing I had to go home and feel so overwhelmed after a run, or some time away, left me near, if not in tears most days. I cried because I was tired, I cried because I was fat, I cried because I was alone, I cried because there was too much going on.  I cried, and cried a lot, for something, for nothing. I didn't matter, I cried.   After becoming injured and not being able to have running as an outlet for 7 weeks starting in mid November, I finally saw a doctor and was diagnosed with postpartum depression.  I felt terrible.  How could I be so lucky to have two healthy, adorable, wonderful kids, and be depressed?! 

I mean, look at these faces!! So precious! But I couldn't shake the immense feeling of sadness. People had told me that once I had my own kids it would all be different than I had expected, and I would love it.  But I still felt trapped, and longed for my simple life, where running reigned supreme, and I could come and go as I pleased.  

As the months passed I wondered if it would ever get better. I felt like I had lost so much. No one tells you this part of being a parent when you become pregnant or when they talk about their incredible kids. Why was I so messed up!? 

 My two little ones were not only growing, but thriving!  Yet still I felt stuck, and relatively worthless. I no longer brought home any income, my running was anything but going well, my body was a stretched out, awkward version of what it once had been, and I felt so wore out mentally. I thought of my friends and how they all seemed to take this whole "being a parent" thing in stride.  My mind swirled with questions of why I couldn't enjoy it. 

I am here to tell you that when people say "it gets better", that one is the truth!  About 9 months after the kids were born I finally felt the fog had lifted. It wasn't a slow moving thing. One day I was out on a run, and I thought..."Holy crap, I feel like myself!".  IT WAS SUCH AN INCREDIBLE FEELING!!  I simply felt mental clearness that I had not felt in over a year. I had to battle to get here. I had allowed overwhelming worry to seep in and ruin many of my days.  I began to combat the worry with living in the moment.  Telling myself to let go of the things I couldn't control, and choose to deal with the irrational fears. It was hard at first, but then became a habit, and a few months after making this choice, I was finally seeing it pay off!

Being a mom is still hard for me.  It lacks the freedom to just do whatever I want, whenever I want, and there are still many times I wish I didn't have to feel worry. I know that worry is a wasted effort thinking of things I can not control, and much of the time aren't even a reality.  I try very hard to combat those thoughts and enjoy the moments I have with my little nuggets! As the tiredness of new parenthood wears off, I feel more and more like the person I loved being. I am able to enjoy the time I get to spend with our kids, I am learning to be kind to myself through the challenges, and my feeling of self worth I once had is growing again. 

Our kids are growing into little people!  They are full of sass and laughter.  When I am not with them I miss them, and I look forward to the fun we get to share together!   

Check out that sagging skin.  Being a parent isn't easy! It is hard on so many levels.  For the first time in your life, you have to say no to what you want, and give up things for someone else. You feel like a shell of who you once were. You will look at your body with disgust, you will look at your kids and feel overwhelmingly tired. But I do promise you this, it does get better! The fog will lift, and you will smile a smile of happiness you almost forgot existed. 
I am writing this now while the feelings of trudging through the first year of parenthood are fresh on my mind. While my proverbial parenting shoes are still muddied, and damp. To tell others that it is ok to feel inadequate, to feel anger.  I promise you that many many parents out there feel these things!  Despite our best efforts on social media to show the sunny side, we are working through murk and mire too.  

I am excited to watch my kids grow through their second year of life, and to get back to more and more of being myself.  Thank you all for your support this past year!  Your kind words often meant more than you could know!  Also a huge I LOVE YOU to my incredible husband, Ryan, for putting up with me in the tough times, and being so strong.  I am so glad I have all of you in my life!

I love you Ry! Thank you for being an incredible husband and Daddy!


  1. Thank you so much for the honest words Becki. As a new mom it's uplifting to hear your transition through the different stages of this process, especially on how you've dealt with training/your body's transformation through it all. I seriously can't imagine the process with TWO little ones. I'm excited to see you continue to take motherhood and running by the horns! All the best, E.Daum

  2. I am sooo proud of you. You explained parenting perfectly. Nolan and Corra are very lucky to have you and Ryan as parents. Your love and understanding for each other will keep you both on the right path. I love you very much and now that you have Nolan and Corra I do not need to say I love you more than you know because you now know. They say you've never felt real love until you feel the love of a child. Love you all 5 (peg) very much.

  3. Thanks for sharing your blog Becki. I'm certain your words resonate in some way with every mom out there. You know the marathon saying that the first 20 miles is the first 1/2 of the race. My mom used to say the first year of a child's life seems to take 20 years, and the next year it seems they are 20 years old and ready to go. I didn't feel like the time seemed to fly until later, but there is a bit of truth to what she said. Those early times are consuming and loaded with sacrifice. But with the wisdom gained from my advanced years I will tell you that it is worth it. The worrying doesn't stop, but news from them and time spent with them is the spice of life.