What a crappy start to the day. My darling boy (who usually sleeps in until 8.30 or 9am) decided to wake me up at 7.30m today. The immediate result of such a loss of sleep was for me to throw up as soon as I got downstairs.
It was only then that I realised that I had forgotten to put the usual Tena Lady mattress in place overnight. I’ve spent the past 2 days coughing relentlessly, which has weakened my poor pelvic floor considerably.
One heave proved all too much for my pelvic floor, and I just wet myself. This hasn’t happened in about 28 years.
I made it upstairs to the toilet to finish my heaving session (the joy of being on anti-emetics means that you can heave all you like, but nothing (or at least very little) actually leaves your stomach) in between sobs. It’s just so humiliating. Then my poor toddler thought this was all a bit much, so started howling too.
Naked from the waist down, holding hands with a sobbing toddler, whilst sat on the loo, heaving into a basin (I am SO glad that I designed the bathroom like that- it’s very useful, and I’m waiting for the first bout of d&v to hit the household so I can test it properly) and crying myself is NOT the way I envisaged starting my Tuesday.
Someone who knows a lot about bladder control issues post-childbirth is the marvellous writer of the whenyouarethatwoman blog. She writes about lots of other things, but is also willing to tell the bitter, unpalatable truth about the damage that can be done in childbirth and pregnancy, and the misery of life afterwards, without making you feel like you are the only person on the earth with this problem. And for that, I shall be forever grateful.