Before having kids, my periods were merely a light sneeze. It was two days, and I could use regular sized tampons.
After the Mini was born, my periods were heavier. Not horrible, but by the end of the day, the vajayjay was chaffed and tampons weren’t in the cards at night (which I don’t know about you, but oozing while you sleep is gross).
After I stopped nursing LG, my periods came back and such full force, that it was like a water main break in my pants. A very heavy, clotty water main break. I’d walk around singing “I’m a little teapot,” in an effort to make light of the fact that I was bleeding so heavily that I’d often have to take naps from losing so much blood.
I called my doctor and told her what was going on, and she recommended me for and Endometrial ablation. This sounds kind of drastic for just a heavy period (No dude, it was like, I was leaving a river in my wake on the way to the bathroom in the morning), and I know many of you are like, um, what about the pill or an IUD? And to that, I cannot take the pill or any other form of birth control. The synthetic hormones wreak havoc on my girl parts (that’s another post for another day). So this was the next logical step. Not that I wanted to resort to surgery, but at the same time, I don’t have to deal synthetic hormones, which as a pseudo hippie, isn’t really my bag, baby.
The drawbacks to this surgery, is that they basically singe your uterine lining off, in the hopes that your period will be lighter or not at all. And naturally, if you’re burning your lining, there goes any ideas of having anymore kids. Which the doctor wanted to make sure that I didn’t want more, given that I was so young. I assured him, that while, I will never be OK with the finality of that chapter in my life, birth control or not, we are done having kids. I am very fortunate to have two healthy children. Afterall, even though I’m “young,” I will be considered of advanced maternal age in a week and a half.
I thought about all of the people that are still waiting for their own bundle of joy, and here I am, taking drastic measures to get rid of something that most consider a minor nuisance in their lives. I went from not being able to have kids and wanting them so badly, to having my tubes tied and my uterus set on fire. Even though I had my tubes tied, there was still a chance that if I wanted to, I could do IVF again. But I didn’t want to do that, and now, I can’t do that. I made my peace with not having anymore after LG was born. But this is different.
There’s no turning back now.