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Okay, men, this is a post you may want to skip! Because, us ladies are going to talk about something personal and embarrassing (for us) – bladder leakage. While we may be embarrassed, did you realize we’re far from alone? One in three women suffer from light bladder leakage.
When I graduated college, I went into pharmaceutical market research. My designated area – urinary incontinence. I was 23 years old sitting through hours upon hours of conferences listening to doctors talk about medical intervention and surgical options (their words, not mine!). And through it all, one thing rattled through my head. Why would anyone want to go through life peeing their pants? I knew for sure that if I ever got in that situation, I’d be the first one in line for a more permanent solution.
Oh, how naive I was…
A year later, I was pregnant with my first child. I didn’t realize how lucky I was to have a doctor with a mobile ultra sound in the office, but I got to see little baby almost every time I had a checkup. It became a joke to the doctors and nurses, because there was never moment where they had to search to find her. She was always in the same spot – curled up on my bladder.
The doctor said it was probably a the warmest part of my uterus, but whatever the reason, Ady took up residency for 9 months right there. Sometimes she curled up quietly, other times I think she planning a soccer career and my bladder was her practice ball.
She was (and is) totally worth peeing my pants for 9 months!
I was just lightly leaking. One time, my husband and I drove to Evansville. After I sat, legs crossed, holding it for 4 hours, Ady decided it was soccer time. I had to arrive at my in-laws, with a very shocked husband in tow (it’s great explaining these things to men!), after I flat out peed my pants instantly after one powerful kick. Let’s just say that wasn’t a high point in my life.
Look at those cheeks. That was probably 1 pound of the 9 pounds 6 ounces right there!
Two more kids followed Ady. Izy who was 9 pounds, six ounces and liked to do jumping jacks to wake me up at night when she was lonely and Daelan who wedged himself between my pelvic bones, actually separating them, and curled up for the long haul. I’m not sure why, but apparently, my bladder is the cool place to be for the kids I carried.
Look at him. He had the nerve to come out with this look of innocence that said, "What me?! Separate your pelvic bone repeatedly and force you into 9 months of physical therapy!? No, I'm way too sweet. It had to be someone else"
Needless to say, I wasn’t the first one in line for a permanent solution. Really, there wasn’t one. Instead, I happily suffered through each laugh and sneeze with every one of my kids. And, after that 9 pound, 6 ounce baby, sometimes I still do!
For this rather uncomfortable time in my life, I loved Poise. I’d never used them before, but regular pads just weren’t cutting it. But Poise, seemed to do the job and kept me dry, no matter how much they kicked and jumped.
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