Climbing When Pregnant - A Personal Experienceby Heike Sep/2009
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Not only has she given birth to a new belayer, Heike has also penned an article sharing her experiences of climbing while pregnant. So if you were wondering what it feels like to climb with a bump - read on.
Regulars on the UKC forums will know that some of the same subjects crop up time and time again. What's the grade of TPS (E0 obviously), can anyone recommend a good wet weather route in the Lakes (Corvus anyone?), is there any good climbing in Scotland (no, stay South of the border). But for half of the population there is another subject of interest... 'Can I climb when pregnant?'
Having just been through this I thought I would share my experiences. I'm not a doctor and there is no medical science here, it's just my opinions and feelings. Remember that everyone will have a difference experience, but the one thing that will be constant is that you want the best for you and your child. So do your research, listen to opinions (medical and otherwise) and make your own decisions.
I found out I was pregnant in early November. I was obviously very excited, but at the same time it was tinged with a little bit of sadness as climbing is my life. Would I still be able to climb? Would I feel so awful that I couldn't climb? Will I still be able to get out after my baby was born?
The first step was to give up the booze without any of the regulars getting suspicious. Fortunately my husband and long-term regular climbing partner also gave up the booze under the cover of a diet plan for the Christmas Thailand trip, so that wasn't an issue. I was lucky in that I never suffered from morning sickness at any stage, so initially there wasn't much difference, although I did feel more tired then usual. Early season winter conditions in Torridon allowed me to climb one of my dream routes - Central Buttress on Beinn Eighe - at 8 week. A good start to the winter allowed me to pick a few more classic ticks such as North Buttress on the Buchaille or Stirling Bomber.
We went to Thailand for Christmas and Hogmanay with some friends. On the first night at dinner I made the announcement that I was pregnant. Everyone assumed it was a joke! Leading up to the trip I was worried that I would be at that horrible stage where no-one knows whether you are pregnant or just podgy, but as it turned out, I wasn't really showing. And whilst there may be a few strutting Adonis types on Tonsai beach, fortunately they are outnumbered by the more normal physiques.
By the end of January the bump was bursting out. This made mixed winter routes a bit harder as you are forced outwards by the bump. Funnily enough, a bit of extra weight and bump doesn't seem to have much detrimental effect in ice climbing, so no excuses for those with a fuller figure in future, please! I also couldn't do up my overtrousers completely but with full length zips I managed to just leave the top inch undone and everything was fine. And bending over to do up gaiters was getting harder. By now the heavy sack was becoming an issue so my husband would carry all the gear, leaving me to just lug my personal stuff up the hill. I also eased off a little on the leading front - as ever in winter climbing as in pregnancy, the rule was that I mustn't fall. We had a great week in La Grave climbing every day and I was still leading up to WI4+. On the last day it snowed loads so we were forced to go skiing as the avalanche hazard was too high to climb. This was far scarier as I felt that at any moment I could fall heavily or somebody could ski into me and injure junior. It might also show that it's easier to carry on with the activities you are really familiar with then doing something you only do occasionally.
I continued to climb every weekend throughout the winter when conditions allowed. The biggest issue was always the walk-ins. I have always been a fast walker and it was depressing to be huffing and puffing on just the walk-in to the Northern Corries or up to the CIC. The final weekend of the winter was an epic struggle through knee-deep powder in to Beinn a Bhuird for the obvious target - another top tick. Sadly it wasn't to be this time as we were defeated by horrific winds and spindrift avalanches at the base of the route. That was a low moment as it felt like the last chance for my husband and I to winter climb together was gone and I have to admit to shedding a few tears as I stood in the corrie peering at the route through curtains of spindrift.
I continued to climb right up until ten days before the birth (straight up routes only - bouldering had been abandoned as soon as I got pregnant). In the final few weeks I led less than normal and dropped the grade right down, but I continued to second to not far off my normal grade, with a nice safe rope from above. My last route before the birth was the lifetime ambition of Shibboleth which had so far eluded me. The walk-in up Ravens Gully was an epic, the route was brilliant, and for the descent down North Buttress I was short roped as I couldn't bend over or look down much.
And then young BJ was born, but there is loads of literature out on that. I would like to report however that whoever said childbirth was like the hot-aches had clearly never given birth.
Since then it's been the usual sleepless nights and baby chaos, but I have continued to climb. In his first 6 weeks BJ has been to 7 different crags. It's hard work though as you either need to get him to sleep, or climb with a 3rd person so one of us can look after him. And the amount of stuff you need to carry to the crag resembles the luggage of a Himalayan siege-style expedition! I'm not back to anywhere near my normal grades as I'm drained by so little sleep and the continuous breastfeeding, and my core muscles have turned into jelly, but I'm working on that.
So that's my story. I was lucky as I was able to climb right through pregnancy whilst friends have been bedridden with months of morning sickness, or had to give up all sport as their ligaments went very soft. Young BJ doesn't seem to have been affected by climbing in the womb, and he is already throwing some gastons in his pram.
Start them young I say. But that's one for the "pushy parents" thread...
Important gear list for the pregnant climber:
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