It’s been a while since I’ve given you an update on my recovery and I figured you were just dying to know what’s been going on with my lady bits. Consider this your fair warning!
Where do I begin? When I had my pre-op visit my pelvic floor therapist told me that the surgery wasn’t going to be the “be all/end all” that I was hoping. That I had a lot of work to do before I was at 100%. She was not lying!
Coughing, sneezing, sudden movements, any impact – no leaking. Whoot! I guess I should qualify…if my bladder is really full, I have to Kegel in order to not leak. I think that is pretty normal for most women, though. I remember having to do that when I was a teenager. Of course, when I was a teenager I couldn’t jump on a trampoline without leaking so I think I have always had some sort of issue with my lady-bits. Anyway…. drastic improvement on the impact thing!
Urge control. This has been the main thing that I’ve had to work on. I have exercises that I have to do. I think I’ve already told you this so I won’t bore you with the details. This is coming along. I’m one of those “instant gratification” type people and figure that if I do the exercise one or two times in a row I should then be perfect, right? Yeh, not so much. This has been the most frustrating part of recovery. The doc warned me that even though impact stuff would be fixed, that I would still leak as I rushed to the bathroom because my body isn’t used to being able to hold it. And he was right. So I have been doing my exercises and I can tell that it is getting better, but I can also tell that I’ve got a long way to go.
One of the other pieces of the urge control is the actual process of sitting on the toilet and taking a leak. Because of the prolapse the moment I’d sit down I would start going. Now (because I’m getting pretty stellar at the urge control thing) I sit down and have to actually make a conscious effort to relax my pelvic floor muscles so that my bladder can empty. The nurse who took care of me after my surgery said, “You’re not going to be able to just sit down, go real quick, get up and go about your business.” And she was right. So I’ve taken her advice. After I think I’m finished. I sit there for a minute longer and most of the time I find that I actually do have to go a little bit more. Who knew there was so much thought process going into the simple act of peeing? Maybe I need to start keeping reading materials in the bathroom. It has helped me learn to not get in such a hurry. Not really a bad lesson to learn, especially for someone who has always been “move it, move it, move it…let’s accomplish shit!”
Annnnnd….speaking of shit. I’m back to being a champion pooper! I can’t tell you how happy that makes me! The age of the deer pellet is over!
Now, how can I talk about pelvic organ prolapse without talking about sex? I can’t, so brace yourselves! Because Imma shout this from the rooftops:
SEX IS NO LONGER PAINFUL!!!!!!!
I can’t even begin to tell you how happy that makes me! And not just me! It’s nice to get back into some sort of normal routine. Mark has been a saint through all this. He is the most thoughtful, caring man I have ever known. His first concern has been for my comfort. I could never have survived this process without him. He’s been a huge emotional support. So yeh, back in the saddle again. Bow-chica-wow-wow!
Life is good. I feel practically normal. I’m able to workout. I’m able to do my gardening. I’m able to play volleyball. I’m able to have sex. What else could I ask for? I feel WHOLE again (even though I’ve been gutted)!! And it’s a great feeling! I feel like I can close this chapter of my life, even though I still have work to do. And I am excitedly looking forward to a new chapter, whatever that may be.