The Part No One Talks About
So often, the focus is on the pregnancy, the birth, and the baby — but not the recovery. Postpartum after a C-section is already a big journey, but when you add in breastfeeding, pumping, sleepless nights, and the responsibilities of life, it’s overwhelming. For me, it’s been even more complicated.
I didn’t just have one surgery — I had two. After Stella’s birth, a massive hemorrhage sent me back into the OR, and it left my body weak and depleted. My iron levels are still recovering, and I’m reminded of it daily through fatigue, dizziness, and limitations.
I can’t lift more than my baby right now. Even cooking a simple meal or managing housework feels like climbing a mountain. And with cluster feeding, I’m often caring for Stella one hour out of every two to three — which leaves very little time to rest.
The Emotional Weight
The exhaustion isn’t just physical; it’s emotional. Balancing recovery with homeschooling my older kids, caring for the house, and trying to keep up with everyday responsibilities sometimes feels like too much. Some days, the tears come easily. Other days, I just feel numb.
But in those moments, I try to breathe and remember that God sees me. He is with me in the sleepless nights, the quiet feedings, and the moments of overwhelm.
“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” – Matthew 11:28 (ESV)
Finding Provision in Unexpected Places
One of the unexpected blessings in this season has been affiliate marketing. Unlike the hustle of traditional work or the constant pressure of MLMs I used to be in, affiliate marketing fits around my life. I can share products I love — things that genuinely help my family — and still create income without sacrificing time I don’t have.
It’s not just about money; it’s about margin. In this season of healing, every bit of breathing room matters.
A Journey of Grace
These first few weeks of postpartum have been messy, beautiful, exhausting, and holy all at once. I’m still learning, still healing, and still navigating what life looks like with three children earth-side.
And yet, even on the hardest days, I’ve seen God’s fingerprints in the small things — in the way He provides, in the support of family and friends, in the quiet peace He brings to my heart when I feel like I can’t do it anymore.
“He gives power to the faint, and to him who has no might he increases strength.” – Isaiah 40:29 (ESV)
Postpartum is a journey — one filled with tears, joy, and grace. And I’m learning that it’s okay to not have it all together, as long as I keep leaning on the One who holds it all.
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