Posted in Body & Being

The Postpartum Tradition I Want to Try

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I genuinely can’t remember if I’ve already talked about this, so if I have, congratulations: you’re getting the SomePunnyBunny repost nobody asked for.

I’ve been looking into the 40-day postpartum recovery tradition, sometimes calledĀ la cuarentena. The basic idea isĀ rest, warmth, nourishment, and community—Mom stays home, avoids strenuous activity, eats nourishing foods, and if possible lets family take care of the cooking and cleaning while she focuses on recovering and bonding with the baby.

The more I learn about it, the more I think, honestly… I kind of want that.

The first time I heard about it, I honestly didn’t really understand it. My parents had mentioned it but my mom only got to stay home a month postpartum. And aside from my parents, nobody I know has really done this, so I started looking into it.

And honestly? I kind of want to try it.

Now, before anyone thinks I’m planning to survive exclusively on chicken soup and chamomile tea for 40 days, no. I will absolutely be eating other food. I just want to make a conscious effort to eat a lot of warm, nourishing food during those first few weeks.

Which actually works out pretty well considering this baby is supposed to show up at the end of September.

I know some of the reasoning behind these traditions isn’t necessarily backed by modern scientific evidence. My friends have reminded me that eating soup and drinking tea isn’t some medically proven postpartum recovery plan.

And they might be right.

But I also don’t really see the harm in trying something that feels comforting, nourishing, and culturally meaningful to me.

And if eating soup and drinking tea works well enough when I’m sick why won’t it work post pregnancy?Ā 

You have to think about what your body just went through. Pregnancy requires a ridiculous amount of nutrients and energy, and then you give birth and suddenly your body is recovering while also trying to figure out hormones, healing, sleep deprivation, and potentially producing breast milk.

I like the idea of giving my body warm, homemade, nutrient-dense food while it’s doing all of that.

And when I say soup, I don’t mean opening a can of chicken noodle soup and calling it a day.

I meanĀ homemade postpartum soup.

A lot of the postpartum food traditions I’ve been reading about recommend things likeĀ caldo de polloĀ (chicken soup),Ā caldo de resĀ (beef soup), atole, oatmeal, herbal teas like chamomile, and generally avoiding really greasy or heavy foods.

And honestly, some of that sounds pretty good to me.

I also keep seeing people talk about focusing on protein and nutrient-dense foods postpartum, which makes sense to me. I’m not expecting a magical soup or a lactation cookie to suddenly fix everything. I just want to eat food that actually gives my body something useful.

My friend has very kindly offered to help make food for me, which I appreciate SO much. Unfortunately, she is not really a soup person.

So now I have to figure out what exactly to ask her to make because I do not want to be ungrateful, and I will happily accept basically any help I can get.

But I’m also planning on batch-making a bunch of soup and freezing it as soon as I get to California.

Because I want to try this.

Maybe I’ll make it the full 40 days.

Maybe I’ll make it 30.

Maybe I’ll make it 20 and decide I am absolutely sick of soup and need a cheeseburger.

I don’t know.

But I want to give myself the opportunity to try.

And I know other people have had babies without doing any of this. I know some people are going to read this and think it sounds silly. Maybe it is. Maybe some of these traditions really are just old wives’ tales.

But I don’t think everything has to be scientifically proven before I’m allowed to try it.

If something makes me feel cared for, helps me prioritize nutrition, gives me something comforting to look forward to, and doesn’t hurt me, why not?

This is also where I’m realizing that I’m going to have to start getting comfortable telling peopleĀ no.

Because everyone is going to have an opinion.

My friends have opinions. My family has opinions. People online have opinions. People who have had five kids are going to tell me what worked for them. Lactation people are going to tell me what worked for them. Random women at the grocery store will probably have opinions.

And I can listen to all of it.

But listening doesn’t mean I have to do it.

This is my first pregnancy. I’m figuring things out as I go. I’m going to research things, listen to people I trust, talk to my doctors, and then make my own decisions.

Maybe some things I try will work.

Maybe some things won’t.

Maybe I’ll get three days into my beautiful postpartum soup tradition and order Taco Bell.

Honestly, anything is possible.

But I do want to give myself permission to do this my way.

Because if I don’t start learning how to set those boundaries now, I’m going to have a very hard time raising my kid the way I want to raise them.

Posted in Lifestyle

Reclaiming Myself in 2026

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Time has a funny way of changing us, sometimes without us even realizing it. Looking back on 2025, I see a version of myself that feels distant—like a person I didn’t recognize or agree with. In 2018 or even 2020, the choices I made last year would have seemedĀ impossibleĀ to me. I forced myself to follow a path I thought IĀ shouldĀ take, not the one IĀ wantedto take. I tried to fit into a box that wasn’t mine, desperately playing ā€œkeeping up with the Joneses,ā€ thinking that’s what I was supposed to do.

But what do I have to show for it? Not much. In fact, the only decision from 2025 that I don’t regret was getting my dogs. They’ve been my only source of comfort and joy in a year that otherwise felt like a series of wrong turns.

And now here I am, in 2026, wanting toĀ reclaim myself—the real me that I’ve buried under other people’s expectations and my own fears. I spent the past three years forgetting why I was struggling or why I made certain choices. I gave up on school, something I once valued, because I was too focused on a future I thought I had to portray to kids I haven’t even had yet. I was so obsessed with the wrong choices that I stopped helping the only person who mattered in all this:Ā me.

There’s a quote I love by Steve Harvey:Ā ā€œIf you’re already in hell, why stay?ā€Ā I don’t even know if that’s his original line, but it resonates with me. I’ve been letting myself stay in my own version of hell, trapped by past choices and self-imposed expectations. But it’s time to walk away from that. I’m not staying in this place anymore. I’ve spent too long living for the wrong things and the wrong people.

In 2026, I’m focusing on reclaiming my happiness, one step at a time. It won’t be easy, but it’s necessary. Time changes us, yes. But it also offers the opportunity to changeĀ back—to remember who we were before the world tried to tell us who we should be.

A quick note to self, though:Ā I know I say this every year. I know the pattern. Usually, I wait until the year’s end, trying to build myself back up, focusing on my relationship with Hector. But this time, things are different. I’mĀ prioritizing me. I’m done waiting for others to step in and build me up. I’ve already signed myself up for workshops and clubs this year, and I’m determined to spend this year loving myself in ways I’ve neglected.

Instead of waiting for someone to give me what I deserve, I’m giving it to myself. I’m not gonna ask for monthly dates from a person who’s not going to give them to me—I’m taking myself out onĀ monthly dates. I’m learning to be the one I’ve always needed.

This isn’t a dig at Hector. We are currently at different stages in our lives, each with different wants and needs. While we both want the same things in the long run, our timelines just aren’t aligned right now, and that’s okay. Sometimes, life’s timing doesn’t match our expectations, but it doesn’t mean we’re not on the same path—it just means we’re walking at different paces. I’m focusing on myself, but that doesn’t change the love and respect I have for him, or the shared goals we’re both working towards.

So here’s to finding my way back, and to a making choices that align withĀ who I truly am. Here’s to prioritizingĀ me—because at the end of the day, that’s the only choice I’ll never regret.