One day, hopefully soon, my vagina will go from being one of the first things I think about to one of the last.
My baby has a flat head. Not, like, the whole head . . . just the right side. He's a good sleeper, a chill baby, and really likes hanging out in our big bed. He also REALLY likes to lie on his right side, hence the flattening. My first baby was one of those kids … Continue reading Five tips to helping your prolapse feel less prolapsey
It's one thing to have a prolapse (or other assorted pelvic floor dysfunction awfulness) but it's a whole other ballgame when the health professional across from you says to stop doing the things you need to in order to live your life. Like, lifting heavy bags of groceries, putting a baby in an infant car seat into your vehicle, picking up your toddler when he's in the having a massive meltdown in the middle of the store and you need to dash.
If you're reading this, chances are you're vaguely - or incredibly -interested in what happens in a pelvic floor physical therapy session. I know I sure was when I scheduled my first session way back in July 2013. Now, my list is by no means exhaustive or representative of every pelvic floor physical therapist so … Continue reading Things you can (usually) expect in pelvic floor physical therapy
Sometime in the past couple of weeks my (just turned) three-year-old wanted me to pick him up from the floor and swing him up in the air to catch him. It's something I've done hundreds of times and was this way until 36 weeks while pregnant with my second kid. And I've been doing exercises specifically … Continue reading It’s the end of the world as I know it
In my province we have something called the Pelvic Floor Pathway. It’s a referral-based publicly-funded health care service for women experiencing pelvic floor weakness, urinary and/or fecal incontinence, and prolapses among other symptoms. A few years back, my province declared war on surgical wait times. The experts looked at surgeries with long waiting lists – … Continue reading Introducing the Pelvic Floor Pathway
It was Mother’s Day. For me, the past two MDs have meant sleeping in, over eating carbs, and celebrating my gorgeous human, now my gorgeous two humans. But this MD I scored a new enhancement that would see me waiting in the emergency room for strangers look at my still bleeding lady parts. It’s all a mama could ask for.