Is anyone else giving up after prolapsing? My life is gone
I had my baby almost 14 months ago. i was 34 almost 35 I am now 36. I knew something was wrong after the adrenaline and hormones from delivery had settled but no one would listen to me. I kept saying I had a missed 3rd degree tear because of my bowel issues (initially they were urgency, smearing, and inability to get clean after a bm). how there was a bulge in my vaginal opening (visible only when standing). how I was in terrible pain whenever I wasn’t laying down from my rectum to my vagina, like I had been riding a bike for days, a dull persistent ache that would not go away. spasms in my rectum. no one would listen for months and I kept hearing I had post partum depression. my husband said I was crazy and there was nothing wrong with me, I just wanted attention. even my mom had to live with us because I couldn’t do things for my baby with the pain and dysfunction. she resented me too because the dcots kept saying nothing wrong with me. i finally got a scan 8 months postpartum that showed my pelvic floor was obliterated and yes I had a missed 3rd degree tear. a month or so after the scan I had a hard poop and then I had problems with tenesmus, incomplete evacuation. pooping multiple times a day and. never getting clean afterwards because of my missed 3rd degree tear. I have no life. my vagina is ruined and disgusting, I have 3 bulges I believe are stage 2 bladder, 3 or 4 rectum and 1-2 uterine prolapse . I can not feel sex and I am always bloated because I can’t get all my poop out. yes I have been in pt but when you have basically no pelvic floor left whatever muscles are still there are clenching for dear life and you can’t do pelvic floor exercises. all the pts will only tell me stretch and lengthen and never tell me to safely strengthen what’s left. I’m honestly done with my life. I even tried an experimental pelvic floor regenerative treatment and it did nothing as I expected. I have to have a nanny 8 hrs a day because I can’t pick my 30 lb baby up or carry him around. I hate my life and I hate myself