It just hit me that we are not in Phase 2 anymore. Phase 2 was the nickname I gave the period of surgery and after. At the time I came up with it I’m pretty sure I assumed that Phase 2 would last the rest of my life. It was life after a separated pelvis. … Continue reading
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All patched up and ready to go
There were days I thought what happened to day never would. There were many excruciating days before my pelvic reconstruction surgery to repair diastasis symphysis pubis sustained during childbirth. And on many of those days in the months after our son’s birth in January 2012, my husband and I wondered if I would ever get … Continue reading
Taking it up a notch
Amy really made me kick it up a notch on Monday at physical therapy. And today I physically feel pretty amazing. This has been a weird few days emotionally, but physically, I haven’t felt this good muscle burn since I was training for the half-marathon. I have a new series of exercises to do at … Continue reading
Finding rhythm
I’m starting to find a rhythm in this new, post wheelchair, post pelvic reconstruction surgery life with my husband and son. And I think making it all work is getting easier with each passing week. For the last several weeks I have noticed that by the end of the weekend I’m more aware of my … Continue reading
The “tyranny of cheerfulness”
Ehrenreich suggested in that one sentence that the culture that creates that expectation for individuals going through major medial events and treatments denies them the ability to feel what they need to feel, act as they truly want to act and live the way they want to. It made me really think. Had my need to put on a brave face for my family actually denied me agency? Did I wait so long for an x-ray because I was being the “nice girl,” compliant with what the “experts” had told me? Should I have been screaming at the top of my lungs? Continue reading
100 women everyday
Early in this process I discovered a statistic that I have shared here before. Everyday across the globe, 1 in 3,000 women will substantially injury her pelvis in childbirth (or pregnancy). And everyday across the world, about 30,000 women give birth. That means every single day, 100 women experience an injury like mine. It is … Continue reading
Independence day
Today I proved to myself that I can take care of my son and do everything required in our daily life on my own. This is an amazing thing. And we’re just getting started. My husband is now in St. Paul, Minn. with the volleyball team for the NCAA DII Regional tournament. GO BLUES! This is … Continue reading
Staying in balance
At therapy today I did a lot more standing on one leg. These balance exercises are good for me. In the midst of them I feel myself getting stronger. But they are my biggest challenge. When I am throwing a ball at a trampoline and catching it again I have to fight to keep my … Continue reading
Two years of magical thinking?
I was talking with my co-worker and probably closest Topeka confidant today about my progress and realized something pretty profound: I am reacting to recovery from my separated pelvis much the same way I have dealt the death of my father. As we talked, I was reminded of Joan Didion’s book, The Year of Magical … Continue reading
Moving with purpose
If success begets success, I’m on a roll! I am really beginning to believe that by the time my son turns 1 my diastasis symphysis pubis, the seven months we struggled with it before surgery and recovery will be behind us completely. As I walked into physical therapy today, I wasn’t thinking about my pelvis … Continue reading
Separated at Birth 