Massage might…

So yesterday I had my first real massage since baby came along. That’s six months. Really, an eternity in my case! We’ve talked about my slight spa junkiness haven’t we? Yes I thought so.

Actually, if I must be entirely truthful, I did have a ton of massages in the first month after the birth. But here’s why they don’t count… There was absolutely no element of decadence in them. They were completely therapeutic! Where’s the fun in that???

Now post-baby massages are quite a common part of most Asian cultures along with body binding to help your body recover from childbirth and regain its original shape (which, ahem, some of us are still questing for – we won’t say who ;)). Its usually done for four weeks straight. Bliss, I said, can’t wait. Twenty eight massages in a row? Bring it on!

I never thought that two days in I’d be counting down to see when I’d be done.

In my defense it was only a couple of weeks after my emergency C section and my body felt like it had been put through some sort of torture device (which I suppose it had!). And secondly, these massages were GRIM!

Look at it from the point of view of someone to whom a massage is usually in a beautiful spa. With fabulous scented oils. The masseuse (yes masseuse, I do live in Dubai you know) asks pretty much every 30 seconds if the pressure is alright and at the slightest wince, appropriate measures are taken to send you back to la-la land. There’s plinkety plonkity music in the background, and essential oils in the burner. Sigh!

Cut to my post partum massages. In my room, on a mat on the floor. With some of the smelliest oils in the free world. The only music was the clinking of the lady’s very loud jewelry. And there was only one option of pressure. Soharditmakesyoucry! To give it credit, it did sort out a lot of my niggling aches and pains. Though it did put me off massages for life! Well six months :P.

Yesterday brought all that screaming back. Then I remembered what it is I love about massages. I get to chill and almost forget I have a BlackBerry (yup us stay at home mums can’t afford to be out of touch can we ;). Actually it’s a hangover from my crappy corporate days, sad I know, but whatchoogonnado?). Someone’s only job is making sure I have everything I need for that one hour. I get to eat and drink weird and wonderful things right after. And I feel FABULOUS.

So I’m happily back in the world of massages, praise be! If anyone hears of the next big thing in the world of pampering, you know who to call.