I saw my midwife again, and she thought that perhaps I pulled a stitch. I only had one external stitch so that seemed a plausable option. She also recommended I take it easier than I was. While my recovery still was up hill for a while it eventually started to get better and the pain subsided.
But my privates still didnt feel 'right'. It didnt look right down there either.
So, I made my 6 week follow up appointment with an idea of what my diagnosis was. I, of course, had consulted Dr. Google for medical advice. And was able to give myself a surprisingly accurate diagnosis.
The Gynecologist said that some of the pain I was having was caused by abrasions from the delivery. She said it could be painful for a while. But, sheesh, really? 7 weeks tomorrow is a long while to still feel so tender. I can not fathom the idea of sex.
The more pressing problem however, is that I have a stage 2 pelvic organ prolapse. I am going to spare you the specifics. It is embarrassing to admit and now that the diagnosis is confirmed I dont even want to talk about it. I joked about it with everyone before it was real. But, not that it is real--it isn't so funny.
I feel bitter in some ways about having a broken vagina. When Elliott made his way into the world it was via Cesarean. On a side note--my midwife attended, vaginal delivery cost more than my C-Section. Same hospital, different insurance, 2.5 years later. The C-section and hospital stay was $14K, and this delivery was $22K. WTF? The recovery from the C-Section was long, but not permanent. I knew that I would heal and gradually day by day I did. With the prolapse--there isn't any healing. It can be managed, or it can get worse. But, it doesnt go away without surgery. The surgery is elective, and if I have any more kids vaginally--the surgery would be undone. Plus it is a 6 week recovery. Yikes!
Most days it doesn't hurt. Most days it is just there--annoying me. But, today, I decided to start running again. I haven't been losing the pregnancy weight as quickly or as easily as I did the first time around. So, to jump start the weight loss--I thought running might help. It felt good to be moving around. That is until after I was done. That is when the pain and irritation began.
My poor husband has been so patient about waiting the 6 weeks. He wants to be sure I am recovered and pain free before we re-consummate our relationship. But, from the feel of it...it might just be a while longer.