The days are getting longer, it’s been sunny here the last couple days, and trees are in bloom!  Early Spring or global warming?  I guess it depends on which way you’re looking at it…I don’t remember all of the crazy gorgeous blooming trees, that look like flower bombs have gone off on the side of the road last year, but I was occupied with a newborn.

I went to my new Saturday meeting yesterday on my lunch break even though I really wanted to micro manage H’s birthday instead.  I’m keeping up with this new contrary action thing for now.  I don’t feel like doing something, but I go do it anyways.  I didn’t feel like going to yoga last week, but I did anyways.  I feel like those actions have given me a little more of an edge.  I’ve managed over the last week to say the third step prayer on my knees after awakening AND read some spiritual books before getting H up.  Wow, just wow is all I can think.  It feels like there is even more space to mentally relax.  That negative voice in my head is quieter.  I hope I can not only keep this up but do more in the future.  One of the women in my Monday meeting pulled me aside some months ago and told me, you know you won’t be able to be a good mom or anything else unless you take care of yourself first don’t you?  I nodded at her, but the truth was I wasn’t getting that at that time.  I was just going, going, going.  Her comment has stayed with me, thank god for the power of AA, and well timed advice.  How did I forget that if I don’t put my sobriety/spirituality first, everything else suffers?

It’s been almost a year since H was born, which is a backwards way of saying that my son is almost one!  I still can’t believe it and can believe it at the same time.  Like I have felt this past year to the max.  I have cried, I have been sleep deprived, I have been sick more times than I have over the past five years.  I even developed some kind of crazy lip allergy right after he was born.  I was diagnosed after itching at tiny red blisters all day and all night as having a toothpaste and dental floss allergy!

And I have cried with wonder, have had my heart leap in my chest at his birth, have discovered the joy of putting someone’s needs before my own, and have basically felt close to combustible when I think about how much I love my son.  I twirl him around in a circle and he smiles.  He also likes to be held upside down, his stuffed animals doing impressions, snapping (yes, he snaps at stuff he wants), music, baths, hummus, and patty cake.  That stuff is just a glimpse.  He already has a multifaceted little personality, he is already complicated in ways I don’t understand.

I dug up an email I wrote to my friends last year on 3/11/14:

     Around 11am I began to get a feeling like he had to come out now. I called the nurses and told them this and I began to push. Twice they asked me if I wanted to feel H’s head and incredulously I reached down to feel his head beginning to come out! My pushes were off though and the nurse came up with a bar that I could push my legs again while pulling on towels wrapped around the bar. That really helped, my arms are still sore! I close my eyes while I pushed, always when a contraction came. They kept saying, “Good job, you’re almost there!” But he still wasn’t out. It felt like forever, but the pushing part only lasted for 40 minutes. It seemed like the mid-wife came in 5 minutes before he came out, they said, “Push! Breathe! Push! He’s coming out! He’s coming out!” And H came out, they laid him on my chest, and he was crying loudly. I started crying too and my Mom was right there with us both. It was definitely the best moment of my life. All of the morning sickness, gaining weight, lethargy, discomfort, and actual labor was worth it. I had my little baby boy! He was so cute (I’m sure it’s because I’m his Mom) and had ten fingers and ten toes. I was very surprised that someone so perfect came out of me!

TMI, on some fronts I know.  It was good to read that email, good to remember it.  I had forgotten the nurse’s name, Lea who stayed with me that night.  She respected my wish to not have drugs and was very encouraging.  I wrote in the email that I don’t remember if I said goodbye.  I didn’t because it was during one of the brief times I managed to fall asleep.  I sent her a card with a picture of H later.  There are nurses, and then there are good nurses, and I’m glad she was with me that painful night.

I just couldn’t believe that he came out so beautiful, like an actual human baby.  I felt and feel overwhelmingly grateful that I have had the chance to be his mother.  It’s something I have always wanted whether I chose to identify with it or not in the past, and I really hope that as he grows and changes, that I can grow and change too.




The two times I took pictures happened to be in the evening before complete dark (above) and the early morning (below).  The light looks almost the same.










I’m supposed to talk with my new boss/teacher about the yoga blogging this week.  I’m anxious to get started, writing, editing, and hopefully have some posts that will be what they are looking for.  I’m glad to have this blog where I can write about anything.  I’ve been doing poses when I’m home with H, but am anxious as well to have a real solid practice back in the near future.  My body feels better and stronger, and I want more of that feeling.

It will be a crazy week with his birthday, grandma, and friends flying in, but I am looking forward to having everyone over.  I have planned as much as I think I can plan, I pick up the rest of the food this week along with his pancake cake (yes, a pancake cake!), and I have to make some maple syrup cupcakes.  I can’t wait to see all of the decorations and food together, that part of the party planning is my favorite!  I always feel a little deflated when an event is over.

He will only be one once.  I hope I can ride out the wave of this new season smoothly and be ready for the next one.

Published by Liz Brower

I've practiced yoga since 2006, I stumbled into a class at my local gym. I didn't really "get" yoga, I wanted to do all of the poses to the max, I didn't focus on breathing, and I was very competitive. A year later I quit smoking and my mom purchased a three month unlimited to a local studio. I fell in love with yoga! Plus the metaphor was strong, my lungs began to repair, I could take really deep inhales without coughing! I later began to go to a free outdoor yoga classes in downtown Long Beach, CA that was also affiliated with a donation based studio. Yoga was fun, affordable, accessible, and outside! I loved it. I started practicing at home by myself. I started meditating. Right after I found the classes at the gym stopped drinking alchohol. My sobriety and yoga have intertwined ever since. They compliment each other amazingly and I am so grateful for them both. I stopped practicing yoga after getting pregnant and being caught up with the taking care of a newborn in 2013/2014. When he was 9 months old I realized that I really wanted to redirect myself back to yoga. I also had the seed planted in my mind while driving home from Christmas break, why don't you go do a yoga teacher training?! I started practicing yoga at a local studio and began scouring the internet for a teacher training program. I found Three Sisters Yoga, a lovely program, based out of NY & PDX. I was more than motivated to teach, I started teaching some free yoga in the summer of 2015 at a local park. I continued after that with an internship at the same studio I had signed back up with at the beginning of the year. I quit my day job. I hit the pavement, scouring for yoga gigs that would hire a newbie. I found a job and began to teach! Now I am navigating the great balance of being a single mom, a yoga teacher, and doing my best to trust my higher power with my future. I love to teach and practice vinyasa, but also know what it's like to be drawn to slower types of yoga due to injury or body type. I feel a special affinity for yoga new comers and like to teach practice at all different levels. Thank you for taking time to read a little more about me and I wish all of you the best in your own individual yoga practice. ~Namaste!

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