a) It went beautifully. I was induced in the hospital and 19 hours later, I pushed him out and he was healthy and I was healthy. There were no scares and the only tears were tears of joy.
b) It kind of sucked. My cervix was locked so tight that it took four attempts to break my water, both epidurals failed, I puked all over myself and the nurse and my husband, and it took over 90 minutes of active pushing to get him out.
Personally, I like to look back with the first option and I don’t even really remember the dramatics of the second option. I just remember getting a cute blonde baby out of the deal. (I hear women are like that with childbirth until the first contraction of the second baby and then they’re all HELL NO, NOT AGAIN.) The only thing that is a reminder of the horrible part of birth is well…my womanhood.
aka my box.
aka my love receptor.
AKA MY VAGINA.
Apparently during Harrison’s delivery, I had a wee bit of trauma to the area and I wondered for two years – is it normal to still hurt there?
I expected it to be a little painful for the first few months. After a few months, it was no longer painful but just…uncomfortable. Like if I did a Kegel, I could feel exactly where I was stitched. Or the marital relations. This went on for 2 1/2 years with me thinking it was normal until I finally got the
balls vagina to ask my friends. They all shook their heads that no, they don’t feel it. They have no idea what I’m talking about.
So at my yearly exam in January, I laid in my paper robe and said, “Hey doctor, while you’re down there could you check that out for me?” Turns out there’s some scar tissue issue and the remedy is estrogen cream, faithfully applied 1-2 times per day over the course of a few months. I have to admit that it took me two months to finally start using it because something about rubbing hormones on myself creeped me out. But I finally did it and I have to say that it’s working.
The point of this incredibly uncomfortable blog post is that if you’re in pain or uncomfortable in the girly-bits after birth? You don’t have to be. Go see your doctor.
Over and out on the overshare, friends.