My 30-day commitment to do something new.

Commitment: Do something new for 30 days. What the hell, do something new that scares the shit out of me for 30 days.


Thursday, March 13, 2014

Welcome to my Belly Blog. Reclaiming my Sacred Feminine Spirit.

Although it has been a few years since its awkward conception, I still think it is worth a look and a read. It is best seen from day one so you can see the progression. My challenge to myself was to do something new for 30 days. I added a twist and decided to do something new for 30 days that scared the shit of me. Taking a picture of my belly and seeing it was very hard. Posting it online for the blogger world to see was terrifying. But I did it anyway and I was surprised at what happened next.

I learned only a few days into the project that putting my most vunerable self out there for the world to see as well as, telling my story sparked other women to do the same. I started getting belly photos from other women along with their personal stories that were heartwarming and some heartbreaking. It turned into a healing process not only for me, but for others as well.
It is best to start from Day 1. 
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Commitment: Do something new for 30 days...

This project has all along been about reclaiming my sacred feminine spirit.
Connor Kloster © 2014 All Rights Reserved

Gratitude
I know this isn't a published book and it may seem silly to some, but I try hard to recognize and give thanks every day. So…my sincere gratitude goes out to all those who have helped me honor my sacred self through this blog. Thank you ALisa for your wisdom and your Belly and Womb conferences. Thank you Kelly for helping me with the blogging process. A deep bow to all the women (and some men too) whose stories and photos appear here. A big thank you to my family, Nels, Annelise and Connor who joined in with their love and enthusiasm. My son, Connor took most of the photos. And a thank you to those who courageously snapped a shot or two of my belly upon request.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

18 years ago - Gabriel

I have written about this before, but every April 15th I am reminded of it and try to understand it, heal from it and honor it.

April 15, 1995 While everyone was busy getting their taxes done I was at the doctor's office, alone, with my feet up in stir-ups, legs apart, bright lights and an ultrasound wand in my vagina. I remember the doctor's words with haunting clarity. "I can't find the heart beat. I am sorry. You will need to have a DNC." I was almost 5 months along with my third child.

I had the DNC because my body didn't miscarry on it's own. I went to the doctor's office alone because I wanted my husband to stay home with our two young children. I was given some medication so that I would forget the procedure. I think they forgot to give it to me, because I remember it all. While the doctor was prepping for the procedure she was actually dancing to the music that was playing. I felt so alone and somehow removed from reality. Later, I asked to see the baby and then was told, "Why the hell would you want to do that?" She showed me anyway and said something to the lines of me not remembering it anyway and that it wasn't a real baby. The image of what I saw is still with me. It didn't look like a baby at all.

I slept on the couch that afternoon as my friend and neighbor came in to check on me every couple of hours. A potted plant and a cup of tea on the floor, gifts from her, still I grieved in silence.

I gained over 20 pounds. Baby fat with no baby. Telling people over and over again was so painful. "I lost the baby. I lost the baby. I lost the baby." It was always followed by a blank stare and no words or the worst, comments like, "Just try again.", "You have two healthy children, you don't need anymore." Besides my friend Gina who took such great care of me, my mother-in-law's brother was the only person that offered me his condolences saying the only thing I needed to hear, "I am sorry for your loss."

At my follow-up appointment I asked about the baby. The doctor looked shocked that I remembered that she showed me and explained very briefly it was a molar pregnancy.

A molar pregnancy happens when the tissue that normally becomes a fetus instead becomes an abnormal growth in the uterus. Even though it isn't an embryo, this growth triggers symptoms of pregnancy.

It wasn't a real baby. I wasn't offered any counseling, and certainly no condolences. Why should she? It wasn't a real baby. No permission to grieve. Carry on. Try again. Don't try again, you have two healthy children. Let it go.





Months of depression followed because I didn't talk about anymore. Why should I? It wasn't a real baby. Then I met a woman. I don't even remember her name. Somehow I ended up telling my story to her. She said this to me. "The baby was real in your heart, that is all that matters. Name her/him and give yourself permission to grieve."

I named him Gabriel. I am still grieving.

I would have 4 more miscarriages, two of them ectopic. After the fifth one, my children and I sat down and named all the little souls. We wrote their names on pieces of paper, drew some hearts and buried them in a pot of flowers. We left the pot in a local cemetery. The kids named the first baby April but I know him as Gabriel.




Friday, July 13, 2012

I guess I am done for now.

Well, I haven't thought about this blog since June, so I guess I am done for now.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

37/365 - New Challenge

New Challenge. To remember my last challenge.

My sick belly with a stomach flu. Blah. At least I have my favorite tee on and my new flowered comforter.

Friday, June 1, 2012

36/365 - Weight Watcher Belly

I can't remember the last time I sat down and didn't have a little belly come over the edge of my pants.
Heading to Weight Watchers today. I haven't been in over a year. I need some help with my relationship with food.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

35/365 - Tea Belly


My cure for a bloated belly is Chamomile tea.

34/365 - Boob Belly

Mammogram...check. Ultra sound...check.

Today was all about my boobs but my belly was in knots just thinking about getting a mammogram. Results...normal. Belly now calm.