Anniversary…holy shitballs!

Hi there! As this is my first ever blog post, let me introduce myself. I’m Jaime. I’m a mom to a 3 and 1 1/2 year old. A wife to Dylan, we just celebrated our seven year anniversary, but have been together for twelve. A dental hygienist for over 20 years- say what?!? A postnatal fitness specialist and personal trainer, which is my passion.

As I sat down to write this I thought, would anyone want to read what I have to say? It’s a daunting task. But then I thought, well I have this milestone to celebrate so let’s do it! Marriage is not easy, being a parent is no joke. So I want to celebrate making it another year.

picture of us at pictured rock in the dating years.

I love my husband so much. It’s only occasionally when I want to throat punch him. We have weathered many storms as every couple does, or doesn’t. It’s those tough times that you sometimes have to hold on for dear life until the storm passes.

He has been by my side through many moves. Moving sucks. Didn’t run when I had the brilliant idea to do not one but two figure competitions-gives a whole new meaning to the word hangry. That was me for 4 months, each time. He was there when I lost my dad and then my grandma 6 months later.

Fast forward to baby making- infertility is devastating. So I had some rounds of meds that made me psycho, then to find out I had uterine polyps which needed surgery. We’ve weathered a miscarriage, which laid me out physically and emotionally. Then a baby, followed by postpartum thyroiditis. He held my hand when I had another miscarriage, this was where I said if it doesn’t happen in the next couple of months I am done. I don’t think I can survive another loss.

baby Byron and I in the hospital right after she was born

To my happiness and surprise it happened! I was pregnant again. Although I spent the majority of the pregnancy afraid. This happens when you lose a baby. After Isla was born, I thought well, I’ve done this before so I should be good. Nope, breastfeeding was a shitshow with alot of pain and bleeding. After many visits with the lactation consultant we knew something was up. We found out that she had a posterior tongue tie, a lip tie and a high vaulted palate. So here she was at 3 weeks old having surgery. I was devastated. Then she was almost failure to thrive. Dylan was beside me the whole way, maybe not understanding my stubbornness to breastfeed. But there nonetheless. Breastfeeding was still a no go, so then came the full time pumping show. 9-10 times a day and ALL THE STERILIZING! I suppose the cascade of of events contributed to my postpartum depression and anxiety.

baby Isla, Byron and momma and daddy

These things can break marriages, they break for less. But we struggled on, I worked so hard to come back to my girls, come back to Dylan, come back to myself.

In the mix of the last 4 years I have found my passion. My passion for helping other moms because we do not have enough support. I have also discovered my strength. I will do anything for my family. I have discovered the kickass strength of my marriage and my husband. The man I adore more now than ever. SO I say happy anniversary sweetheart and I LOVE YOU.

Dylan and I together selfie
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