I’ve never had the um…pleasure…of meeting The Alien, but the SIL’s tell me it’s 3 or 4 inches beyond the portal. Re: the cats…she has them, but I think they’re a little freaked out by the whole thing, too.
Imagine my horror when she rolled down the hill while we were gardening one day! Please god…PLEASE don’t make me meet The Alien!
Isn’t the Internet just the best? Back in the day, no one knew about this predicament unless it happened to you or someone close to you who wasn’t too embarrassed to share. I envision a world in which a pessary ring resides on every night stand – waiting for that initial shriek and subsequent OB/GYN appointment. Kumbaya, my sisters…kumbaya…
“Sisters of Prolapse”–okay, yeah, that made me smile, Alice the Goon.
Kalhoun, the weird thing is, I was a mere 33 and I’d only had one child at the time–and he was average (7lbs, 11oz). At first, docs were assuming I’d had some gargantuan child…nope. Only thing I can figure is my labor was pretty quick (from water breaking to delivery in 2.5 hours), so perhaps the hard pushing in a short period was my undoing.
Although, the really weird thing is the prolapse occurred 6mos after my son was born. I was sitting on the toilet, having to poop (hey, it’s the Dope–is TMI possible?) when I felt the bulge appear. Begin freakout. My theory is the hard pushing combined with my bad back and resulting back surgery (which weakened all muscles as I both was in pain before, then recovering after) made the pelvic floor weak. That’s my theory, at least
That, or I just have really bad effin’ luck. Whoo hoo!
I don’t expect the surgical repair to be painful, and I see it as actually a bit of a blessing. If I have a C-section, I get 8 weeks post-partum maternity leave unless the doc extends it (I have a form of disability insurance that will pay 80% of my salary during maternity leave). Well, if I get the cystocele repaired around 7-8 weeks, it’ll buy me a little more compensated time home with the baby.
I’m seeing a money-making opportunity here. Prolapse tourism!
To all the afflicted ladies out there: FWIW, my co-worker had her lady bits fixed for this very problem, and she is a very satisfied customer. Thank god it is fixable.
Sometimes I just suddenly remember, at random moments, throughout the day, “Oh, hey, my bladder’s falling out!” I wake up in the morning happy and then it hits me, “Oh, yeah, my bladder is falling out.” Oh, yeah, and my rectum, too. Jesu Cristo!!
I am planning my follow-up thread, though- to tell you all about my new bionic vagina. With pics! Okay, I won’t go that far.
I still can’t wrap my brain around the fact that The Alien doesn’t bother my mother in law. Do you move it to one side when you sit down? Does she have to “adjust her package” occasionally? Ugh…