Ahhh. When you have kids, no one, NO ONE warns you of all the shit that awaits you on the other side.
Like, piles. And losing your sanity. And your missing pelvic floor.
And a hernia!
Yeah. A hernia.
I appreciate it isn’t a universal mothering thing. I also appreciate that two 11lb babies will WRECK YOUR INSIDES.
I don’t blame the boys.
Much.
I decided to ask Dr Twitter last night about hernias, *cough* for a friend *cough* (I think they were on to me), and had responses such as “l” and “” and also ““. I thank you, twitter, I love that you can always reassure me.
So after the peace of mind from Dr Twitter, the natural progression obviously was to go read up on Dr Google. And then I spotted stern warnings from and m which pretty much secured the deal of making an appointment with the doctor today.
The hernia thingy isn’t there all the time. Only, um, when I’m on the loo straining like a bitch. There’s nothing like squeezing like crazy and then suddenly having to pop a little bit of your insides back into where they should be. Whilst doing everything you can to not yell out in pain. (It’s a bit uncomfortable causing such alarm for everyone else in the house, and quite frankly, I’m not entirely happy having someone banging down the door while I’m on the crapper.)
My doctor is awesome. If she ever leaves, I suspect I may never go to the doctor’s surgery again. Previous experience with doctors has NOT made me feel good. Anyway, she had a poke around my stomach and congratulated me on fixing my diastasis recti (FUCK YEAH, no more pyramid belly for me). And then she poked a bit on the side and well, yeah, it didn’t look promising.
So! I have a hernia, though I don’t know which one because there are LOADS of them. It might be ok left alone, or I might be looking at keyhole surgery. There’s a consultant surgeon appointment winging it’s way to me in the next week or so, and an ultrasound scan to have a good look around. I’d rather not have surgery. I have no fear of going under the knife and all that (if they have to do open surgery), but I just can’t be arsed with even more scarring. My body is scarred enough as it is, and they are rubbish at fading. I have burn scars on my neck and arms which have been there for 32 years.
I really don’t want any more.
Vain? Yeah, probably. But what’s even bigger than worrying about scarring, is finding yet another something wrong with me. I’m tired of being broken, it’d be nice to be fully functional without assistance, you know?
Oh. How. Wonderful. *sigh*
My friend. My babies wrecked my body. It's never ever been the same again. Surgery? Sure thing. Being told AFTER I'd given birth naturally twice that maybe I should have had them out he sunroof because my insides just weren't up to the job. Great.
I went through this whole 'I'm a failure because my body's a failure' and 'I should have looked after myself more' and 'get your mofo surgical stuff away from my bits and pieces'.
But it passes. You have it done, you wail, and then you come home and the kids have posted Wagon Wheels in the DVD player to see what happens and the dog has been sick on your white duvet cover.
Or is that just me?
High five to you for going and getting it sorted Jay. Hope the scan brings good news x
Thanks Tara. I feel better having gone, and frustrated there's another "something wrong", but at least this one's reasonably easy to fix, eh?
Also, never had a Wagon Wheel in the DVD player. In fact, my kids are pretty dull, they never do anything like that…*sulks*
*Hugs* Just that xxx
Thank you
I was going to start this comment 'It could be worse,' then had visions of a shoe winging its way through the screen. But, sweetheart, it could be and all the trials, tribulations and scars just add to the already rich tapestry which make you, well, you. Sending humongous good vibes your way. HMSx
Lady HerMelness, I would NEVER throw a shoe at you for saying that.
A chair, yes. But NEVER a shoe. That's just silly.
I too would like to be less broken, I feel like the equivalent of an old car with bits that keep falling off me. I'm glad you saw the doctor and got checked and hope it can be easily fixed. Really well done of the diastis recti, I'm just starting on sorting mine!
x