I’m going to forewarn you…this is not for the faint at heart. I also wouldn’t suggest reading this over your breakfast of perfectly poached eggs and fresh fruit. (Wait! You don’t eat that either? Okay bowl of cereal when you are able to eat, right?) That being said…

When I decided to get pregnant back in 2008 I knew that things would change when it came to my appearance. I anticipated the stretchmarks on my belly, breasts and thighs. I even expected that my hoo ha would most likely never be the same especially if I had a vaginal birth. I even expected to be somewhat sleep deprived for the next ten years. What I did not expect was the lack of control my pelvic floor would undergo once my darling son was brought into this world. I got pregnant with my second child in 2010. A little nausea here and there but overall I kept my food down unlike my first pregnancy; however, after indulging in a craving of oranges and orange juice, I threw it all up. I also completely wet my pants!

You heard me correctly, I’m baring it all today friends and talking to you about how I apparently cannot cough or throw up without wetting myself. Recently, I came down with the stomach flu. There I was, hunched over in my bathroom, head resting in the crook of my arm that was placed against the cold porcelain chamber pot praying that this would be the last time. Then it happened; you guessed it and there’s really nothing left in my tummy but that didn’t stop this nasty bug. I wasn’t prepared for this part of becoming a mother…

Not only was I feeling yucky, disgusting and spewing the little that was left in my poor stomach but I ended up peeing all over the rug! There is nothing as glamorous as having the stomach flu and nothing prettier than doing it after you’ve had two babies within four years. I was amazed with myself. I could not believe what had just happened. I mean, really? It was like my own mother’s worst fear had come to fruition; I had regressed back to not being potty trained. (Yes, in this no-holds-bar post I’m confessing that my mom used to worry that I would never become toilet trained.)

As I carried the urine soaked toilet rug down to the washing machine I chuckled to myself, “Is this really what I had thought of when I decided to join the ranks of motherhood?” My 26 year old self, back in 2008, would have been appalled with the scene that Friday morning. I think in my own immaturity I would have balked at the thought or even turned my nose up. Peed pants, urine soaked bathroom rug and all I would never trade any of this for a chance to have my pre-pregnancy pelvic floor back. I love being a mom and truly view this as the most significant job I will ever have in my life. Look at the face of your kiddos today, Mama. Kiss their sweet cheeks and tell them you love them with all of your heart; pee soaked pants and all!

Enhanced by Zemanta