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All I ever heard was – “Your Thirties are amazing”, “You feel your best in your Thirties”. HA HA - What a joke. My body is falling apart and I’m not even 31 yet. This wasn't supposed to happen till later in life- or so I thought.
Growing up I saw a lot of my cousins have kids after thirty and they all had complications. So from a teenager I said I wanted to have all my kids before thirty so I wouldn’t have complications like them. Well, I started off turning thirty by being 5 months pregnant with my second child. And the complications didn’t disappoint. Nothing crazy horrible but it was a much harder pregnancy than with my 9 year old. Contractions started just after 20 weeks…was put on pelvic rest and only working half days. After several trips to Labor and delivery with false labor but signs of early labor I was on bed rest at 30 weeks. That was hard just emotionally. I missed out on a lot with taking my son to his karate lessons and my husband was working nights so I thankfully had my parents to step in and help. After all that bed rest – I was induced at 39 weeks. INDUCED! I couldn’t get the kid out of me. I tried all those labor inducing tricks and nothing worked. But he was born happy and healthy on Aug 13th.
Since the delivery I had been not feeling so hot- constantly nauseous. Hormones- is what the doctor told me, from breast feeding. But I stopped breast feeding pretty quickly (just because it wasn’t working for me) and I was still not feeling good. I have Kidney disease so I thought maybe it had something to do with that (after googling my systems and getting paranoid and what I saw) I went to my nephrologists (kidney doctor). He poked around my stomach and it hurt, but the kidney were fine (weh…that’s a relief) and told me it was probably something with the pregnancy.
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce…I was passed around the doctors like a ball. It wasn’t my kidneys, it wasn’t the pregnancy, No ulcers (got scoped for that one) and finally 6 months after delivering my lil guy they figured it “probably” my gallbladder. By this time I was so sick. I had no energy to take care of the baby or my older one or manage the house. Thankfully friends stepped in and helped during the day and I scheduled that surgery ASAP. Little did I know the surgery would cause more issues.
Surgery went well, recovering not so much. One of the last organs to work again after surgery is your bladder. Did you know that? I didn’t. But I do now. Its been 2 weeks since my surgery and I’m still having issues. Thankfully I stayed over night in the hospital so they caught the bladder issues. As my surgeon put it “good thing we kept you over night or you would have been screwed” (that’s another story for another day). So there I was laying in bed and the nurses kept saying walk, pee,get up and walk, go pee. Great, how many times can I take laps in the hall way? I could go to the restroom but emptying my bladder completely was a different story. The majority would still stay in. A few days later, they ended up bagging me and releasing me. “here’s a catheter and call your Urologist on Monday”. Now they would take the cath put for ten days. Wait! I’M 30, NOT 50!!!!!! Emotions were flying, depression set in. How could I go out in public with a pee bag attached to my leg. This is crap! Thankfully I survived and it’s out but I’m still having issues.
To the next nine years in my 30's: Please, please don’t be this much of a drag. In April when I turn 31, let’s start off on the right foot. Let’s work together staying healthy and happy.
Taylor is a stay at home mom of two boys (9 and 6 months) the writer of a blog and Etsy shop owner called KAMPENLANE DESIGNS. She writes about life, DIY projects, new designs in her shop, and any other random item that pops into her head. Her shop creates baby onesies, burp cloths and baby blankets. You can find Taylor on…
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