by Anna Lane
Ten weeks after the birth of my first child, I dragged my aching body to a mommy-and-me yoga class. I slowly — so slowly — set up my mat, got my baby settled and took a moment to say hello to the other moms whom I recognized from prenatal classes. As the class started and I began to ease into the familiar yoga poses, it dawned on me that my fellow classmates seemed to be bouncing back from the whole birth thing a lot faster than I was.
While my friends easily twisted themselves into Triangle, Warrior I and Warrior II poses, I could barely handle the simplest Child’s pose. Every movement caused me to wince in pain, until I finally just gave up and spent the rest of the time laying down in Savasana. [Read more at WhattoExpect.com]