My daughters (8 and 2 months) and I spent the day in Calgary today.
Since I’m at my pre-baby weight I thought I’d celebrate and head to Lululemon to pick up a new sports bra everyone’s raving about.
After an early morning drive, rushed lunch and mall parking (enough to make anyone cry) I was on the verge of tears toting the girls into the mall.
I finally get the the store and grab the biggest sizes in a few styles.
NONE OF THEM FIT. I slump over. Suddenly all my confidence in my hard work goes down the drain.
Cue the stupid “feeling sorry for myself” hormonal tears.
I’m about to peel off the last one when the clerk asked how I was doing.
How am I doing? “Um, in this second, not great.” But as I paused and breathed, I looked down at Aleta holding Olivia.
My beautiful girls are watching me. “I’m fine,” I said with a laugh and face full of tears “my milk jugs are too big for your bras”
I asked to sit and nurse in the change room. I put my arm around Aleta and we had a good chat as she rubbed Olivia’s head.
Not everyone has the blessing of being able to feed their kids.
Not everyone is healthy after a baby.
Not everyone gets to spend time with their kids like I do.
So I wiped my tears and kept going.
I found a great new store and a new bra that I love (two actually)! So what if its a bigger size then I’m used to.
It keeps my milk machines comfy and right now that’s all I care about.
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