Pregnancy

Yay For Stretchmarks!

I have been meaning to write about this topic for a little while now. Stretchmarks.

I was about 6 months pregnant when i noticed my first stretchmark. I mean real pregnancy stretchmark. Not one of those silly ones that you got when you hit puberty. You thought you hated those little ones on your boobs or thighs…. you wait.. they get worse!

I thought I was going to avoid the horrible curse of the stretchmark! My mum has had 4 babies and my nan had 2. Neither of them had stretchmarks. Right up until my nan died she had a  tummy that would put alot of 18 year olds to shame! I had a wonderful stretch free bump. Then at the beggining of December I was looking at my beautiful bump in the bedroom mirror, when to my horror I noticed it! A big deep line forming next to my belly button!!

“maybe i will just have the 1” i said hopefully.

Well, come 9th March, the day my baby girl was born, I was covered. I resembled someone who had been in a previous shark attack. Some of the marks were so deep you could put the tip of your finger in the groove. Some running as long as 6 inches in length. It was not just my tummy that got them either. The back of my knees suffered with them too. Who knew you could stretch from pregnancy there!!!!! And as for that nice tattoo on my lady parts… split in half! Luckily my boobs didnt get attacked, so to speak! One part avoided.

I didnt put on alot of weight from my pregnancy. A stone at the most. So i cant blame that tub of ice-cream a night. And Willow was only a tiny 7lb 4oz when she was born, so bang goes that excuse! I blame the waters… alot of waters!

My tummy now, is still quite loose and has alot of visible deep purple stretchmarks. I hated them. I wouldnt even let jay see my tummy. I was so embarrrased that I looked like that. Not that I ever actually thought highly of my tummy before I even got pregnant!! but now I was truely horrified. Bits wobbled more than the Millennium Bridge and I had more lines on me than a map of the Spaghetti Junction.

Then One day, when chatting with another mum from my local baby group, I realised something. They are not horrible. They do not look disgusting. They are me. They are my trophy of giving birth. They show that I am a mother and I have a fantastic baby to show for it. They will forever be on my tummy, no matter how many creams or potions I slap on. God gave them to me to remind me of a wonderful title that I have been given. A MOTHER.  And a sexy stripy one at that!!!!

Hazels bump

Hazel post pregnancy

Hazel Newhouse

Hazel is a mum to 3 daughters and a son, she lives in Bedfordshire with her husband, kids and pets. Hazel has written for various publications, and regularly works alongside popular parenting and gardening brands.

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6 Comments

  1. I love your stretchmarks 😉

  2. Yay! Virtual high five for getting your sexy back :0)

  3. Jayne Andrews says:

    Hazel I love your blog! lol Neath House seems a long time ago now, but always loved our night shifts together! Good luck with the baby classes!!

  4. sarah (masons mummy) says:

    i call my stretch marks my map as they guided me to my beautiful baby chunk a munk mason x

  5. Diana Maire says:

    Love your blog darling.

  6. Mary Spaine says:

    Yeaaaah! You go girl! Beautiful inside and out xxx

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