When your baby isnโ€™t the only one wearing nappies…๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿผ

Written by one of our lovely clueless London mums….

As we all know, being a new, first time mum isn’t the easiest job in the world.

I had my little girl just over 8 months ago and although it has been the best thing that has ever happened to us it also hasn’t been the easiest ride.

During my pregnancy I was given a wealth of advice, from how to raise the baby, what pregnancy would be like and even what I should name our child! I was, however, never given any advice on how having a baby affects your body afterwards.

To set the scene a little here is some background on me… our baby was a wonderful surprise to us, pre baby I was a workaholic, I socialised lots and loved to run, I even managed to get through a marathon once!

Having a baby changed all of that, work became mundane and pointless and due to 9 months of morning sickness socialising pretty much became non existent and running was put on the back burner.

Once my little one arrived not only was I so excited to have this little bundle of joy in our lives, but I was also excited to get a bit of myself back. I looked forward to being able to get out and see friends again and to get back to running and having a bit of ‘me’ time.

So…. 6 weeks after giving birth I decided to throw on my running gear and get out for a short run… to begin with it felt wonderful to get out in some fresh air, music playing in my ears and it being just me to focus on, sounds great doesnโ€™t it!

I was pleasantly surprised that my whole body didn’t fall to pot within the first few steps and happily fell in to a slow pace running to the beat and then my life changed…..

Just half a mile in to my run, my body decided it didn’t quite want to play ball and that maybe it needed to bring me back to reality a little..

Yep, I had wet myself. ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™ˆ

Not only was this extremely embarrassing being on the main high road, but was made 10 times worse by the fact that I had decided to wear my light grey running leggings that day, which only highlighted the huge wet patch between my legs.

I had no choice but to turn around and run the half mile home, with the wetness increasing with every step I took. After an eternity I finally arrived home. Having rung the doorbell frantically my partner answered with a look of confusion on his face (I had only been gone around 10mins at this point), his confusion turned to hysterical laughter when he had realised what had happened and we both ended up in fits of laughter in the kitchen, which let me say did not help my situation out.

Following this fateful day I decided that I wasn’t going to be beaten by my lack of self control and focused heavily on my pelvic floor exercises and trying to hold myself together anytime I laughed, coughed, sneezed or breathed.

I continued to go for runs and to the gym and resigned myself to wearing those nappies for adults, those that you associate more with an 80 year old lady than a 33 year old women.

6 months later I went to the doctors, I couldn’t do this on my own any longer, and I explained my situation. The doctor was extremely understanding and offered me either medication or physiotherapy. I wasn’t to keen on taking medication as I felt that it would mask the problem and not help me in the long term, so I decided to take the physiotherapy route and one week later I received the letter from the NHS physio team scheduling in my appointment. I was excited, I thought ”great, not long now and I will be back to normal” little did I know that my journey was to take another turn. I turned up on the day to see the physio only to realise that I that it wasn’t an appointment with just the physio but also a group of other people in the same or similar position to me. One hour and a very uncomfortable powerpoint presentation later I came out of my appointment a changed woman, if I can get through the last few months of this much embarrassment nothing will phase me going forward.

It’s another month on and yes I am still wetting myself at every opportunity, but I have found my voice and have started asking other mums if they experience(d) similar problems to me, and the majority of them have. Some of them have sorted out their problems quickly with no help needed and others have spent years wetting themselves, resigning themselves to the fact that this is now daily life for them. You are not alone ladies, we go through a lot to have our babies and our bodies change drastically, whether your problem is similar to mine or it’s something else, speak to other mums about it, it helps to know you’re not alone and a great way to make those mummy friendships unbreakable.