When I finally had the strength to stand, I waddled to the bathroom mirror only to find the most unpleasant surprise: my post-baby belly looked no different from my pregnant stomach that my daughter called home for the last nine months. The blinding fluorescent hospital lighting further accentuated all the unflattering angles of my new body. If I’m honest, I selfishly felt a little shattered. I missed my old body before this. I missed wearing jeans, my feet fitting in regular shoes without bulging from swelling. And if you’re a mama, I KNOW you understand this feeling all too well. As I stood there examining each flaw, suddenly something stopped…