About two hours before I saw my son’s face for the first time, my pelvis separated. That was 198 days ago, Jan. 22, 2012.
Luckily for me, the initial tearing, stinging, burning and throbbing that came with this rare injury soon was overpowered by the most overwhelming rush of love and incredible joy that I may every experience.
Days passed before my husband and I realized the consequences of that brief moment in our 10-hour birth experience. Nearly six months passed before I learned the actual name for my condition: Diastasis Symphysis Pubis.
I hope that this blog will let others know that they are not alone in this condition. DSP is serious and if you are suffering, you deserve your life back. I am not a doctor and am not offering medical advice. But I am going to share my family’s story, from the beginning and well into the future.
I’m writing to remind myself that it is possible to move forward each day – even if the step taken is smaller than you’d ever imagined. It also will allow me to focus on healing, and on the goal of achieving the life I always had pictured for my family.
Why now? I am preparing for surgery to repair my pelvis – both at the pubis and right SI joint – at the University of Kansas Medical Center on Aug. 24.