To my midwife: I’m sorry. This will hurt.

I miss you every day. It sounds weird, doesn't it? To miss a care provider? But I do and it's uncomfortable and scary for me to write this and set it free. I'm not writing this post to hurt your feelings, to get you in trouble, or to encourage your firing. Rather, I'm writing this to help the countless women who will read this and nod their heads, finally knows that they too are not alone......because women feel utterly alone when it comes to their sad, damaged pelvic floors and vaginas.

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Prolapseasaurus: my post-baby vagina

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.

Skill Level Unlocked: Vagenius

Have you come across this quiz by Caroline Kee at Buzzfeed? It’s really quick and, if you’re anything like me, super fun because you love quizzes. I scored a 14 because I, apparently, know nothing about ovaries and the stuff they got inside of them. If my boys were old enough I’d make them do … Continue reading Skill Level Unlocked: Vagenius