So Long, Bladder Control! Iâ€™m A Mom Now
I have a confession to make: every time I skip rope in my weekly boxing class, I pee in my pants. (Weâ€™re talking a full-on Depends moment here, ladies.) Ditto brisk walks, light runs and, oh, just about every time I sneeze.
If you havenâ€™t already guessed, Iâ€™ve given birth twice (vaginally). Which means I now have zero control of my bladder. Pilates-trampoline class, anyone? Save it for your c-section buddies (trust me, Iâ€™ve been there, and things got sticky).
When my friend A. endured two emergency c-sections with both her boys (now ages 8 and 5), she was heartbroken. Like many moms hoping for the more traditional vaginal route, she felt robbed of the â€œnaturalâ€ childbirth experience (yes, because pushing an eight-pound watermelon out of your vagina is natural).
Years later, as we v-types are secretly examining our damaged goods in the mirror, A. is laughing all the way to the bedroom. Why? Because sheâ€™s got the vagina of an 18-year-old while her friends are, wellâ€¦letâ€™s just say it ainâ€™t pretty.
So, yes, emergency c-sections suck. Theyâ€™re scary and dangerous and the recovery time is long. But, if youâ€™re forced to have one, look on the bright side: you’ll save thousands of dollars in panty liners (and, hey, you might even run a marathon one day).
P.S. Kegels are a myth.