pelvic organs? come on down! (part 1 of 4)

Posting the below screenshot to my personal Facebook account was the tactful way in which I chose to announce to my friends and family that



Yes. Yes, they are.

And because my girl parts are falling out of my body, I’ve decided to go ahead and schedule both a hysterectomy and what the doctors call “pelvic reconstructive surgery,” though I prefer to think of it as GO GO BIONIC VAGINA!



If you’re already lost and disgusted, let me back up and offer a little illumination. Pelvic reconstructive surgery is the procedure used to correct a fun little condition called female genital prolapse, which you can read about here if you’re not the squeamish sort. If you are the squeamish sort, “my girl parts are falling out of my body” should do you for now.

(Still, I feel fair warning is in order: in true est. 1975 fashion, I will be exploring a few some many of the gory details of pelvic organ prolapse in this series. This first post won’t be so bad, but if you want to keep following along, you’re going to need to nut up.)


The story begins, as many often do, with the birth of my son.

We all know that there are plenty of unpleasant side effects to carrying and delivering a child. What a lot of us don’t know, however, is that one of the most common is some degree of female genital prolapse. That’s when a woman’s pelvic organs start to just sliiiiiide out of her body in what I can only describe as a most undignified manner. (Out her hoo-ha.)

Yet no one ever talks about it.

It doesn’t happen to every woman. And for some women, it doesn’t happen right away – it can take years. And years. And years. Still, the Harvard Medical School claims that “by age 80, more than 1 in every 10 women will have undergone surgery for prolapse.” Wikipedia adds that “genital prolapse occur[ed] in about 316 million women worldwide as of 2010 (9.3% of all females.)”

That’s a lot of girl parts sliding out of a lot of lady holes.

Now. Before you say “THAT COULD NEVER HAPPEN TO ME” let me assure you: it can. It can happen to absolutely any woman. It can happen regardless of whether your childbirth was vaginal or C-section. It can happen whether your labor and delivery turned into one of those prolonged fucking nightmares we’ve all heard so much about, or whether the whole thing was more like an “energetic queef” situation. In fact, a baby doesn’t even need to be part of the equation – a weak pelvic floor, some heavy lifting, or an athletic injury can all do the job.

What I’m saying is it can happen. Trust.

Take me, for instance – my son’s birth was incredibly easy. I was in labor for not even twelve hours and I pushed for not even one. I didn’t tear. I didn’t poop. And at my six-week postpartum checkup, nothing seemed amiss. All was well down below. I seriously thought I’d won the childbirth lottery. Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.

And yet by ten weeks postpartum, I felt like I was smuggling a clementine in my vagina. I went back to the gynecologist and was diagnosed with a prolapsed bladder. My doctor, who truth be told seemed mighty “meh” about the situation, told me that the solution was threefold:

  1. Lose the pregnancy weight.
  2. Do Kegels.
  3. Give it time.

I left the office that day feeling a bit uncertain. It seemed like my doctor was not much concerned with the fact that my vaginal canal had a bladder in it, even though I was pretty sure that my vaginal canal wasn’t the usual place for my bladder to hang out. And the prescribed therapy (lose weight, do some vag clenches, chill out) seemed way too simple and frankly also a little ridiculous.  But ultimately I was not a doctor. My GYN obviously hadn’t been bothered by the situation, so eventually I decided that neither was I.

A couple of years went by. I did lose most of the pregnancy weight but let’s face it, I wasn’t a skinny mini to begin with. I did my Kegels – for a while. Time passed and the prolapse seemed like it was improving. Because these things improve, right?




Wrong. Gravity is a powerful force and one not to be underestimated. And I had underestimated it. Also, I had not been informed of all the facts, particularly one vital piece of information that in retrospect you’d think someone would’ve bothered to tell me:

A woman’s bladder, uterus, and rectum are kind of like Siamese triplets.

That’s right. Siamese triplets. They’re all attached to one another, and apparently they suffer from crippling separation anxiety, because if one of them tries to run away, it’s only a matter of time until the other two follow suit. From that point forward, no matter what you do to try and stop The Gynecological Great Escape, it’s going to happen.


And it did happen.

Despite my best efforts to avoid getting older, I did nonetheless… do that. And because of the aging process, my slowing metabolism, and the fact that I eat 238723847 tons of food a day, I put all of the weight back on and more. I stopped doing Kegels because they are boring and make me have to pee, and all the while the force of gravity continued to work its unfortunate magic on my Siamese triplets.

Now, what should look like this:

Side view of what the vaginal canal is *supposed* to look like. If a 3-year-old drew it.

Looks more like this:

Side view of what my vaginal canal *actually* looks like. If a 3-year-old drew it.

And because it should most definitely not look like that, I am currently in the process of scheduling my hysterectomy and pelvic reconstructive surgery. I’ve seen all the doctors, I’ve been to all the appointments. I just need to make the actual phone call to set up a date and time.


I hate making phone calls.


Stay tuned for Part 2 of this series when I discuss how the surgery necessary to keep MY GIRL PARTS FROM FALLING OUT OF MY BODY is considered purely “elective.” That’s right. If I want to spend the rest of my life leaking piss and feeling like my bladder, uterus, and rectum might go flying out of my body if I do a hard sneeze, I can choose to live like that and no doctor would have a problem with it whatsoever.

And sadly a lot of women *do* choose to live like that, because it’s awkward and embarrassing to talk about hoo-has and poop chutes, especially when they are trying to run away from you.

But I have no sense of decorum, so I’ll talk about hoo-has and poop chutes all day long. Boy, will I.

Lots of gory details in Part 2!



Interested in reading more of this series? Follow the yellow brick links!

Post 1: Diagnosis: Prolapse

Post 2: How to Fix Dem Sagging Girl Parts

Post 3: The Wide Wide World of Pre-Op

Post 4: Pain and Catheters and Constipation, Oh My!

30 Replies to “pelvic organs? come on down! (part 1 of 4)”

  1. Definitely a post to be proud of. Not alot of people would put themselves out there like this, and so well written on top of it. Ballsy. Very ballsy. And thankfully, those don’t run away.

    1. Thanks Tom! Your opinion always means a lot.

      I thought you were going to stay far far away from this post 😉 I’m proud of you for having the stones and stomach to read it. Now we just gotta educate more of the mens…

  2. OMG I didn’t whether to laugh or cry. First, that totally sucks. Second, I have a friend who had that done because she had 3 kids in matter of 5 years. She actually went to my GYN and he told her basically her vag will be better than new after the surgery. This made her hubby very happy at the time. Don’t worry about decorum, I admire that you have balls to be able to talk about shit in a brutally honest way.

    1. Oh I really hope it turns out like a brand new vag. How great would that be? All sparkles, chrome, and super elasticity 😉

      Thanks for reading, Kris! Stick with me for the rest of the series! Xoxo

  3. I shouldn’t be laughing about something so sensitive, but I can’t help myself. If you need encouragement to pick up the phone and make the call (I hate phoning people, too!), just think of the awesome anesthesia nap that will await you! ;)-Ashley

    1. Right?? I’ll be out for at least two hours.

      Apparently the hysterectomy only takes a few minutes but the rest takes a couple hours. I’ll talk more about that stuff further along.

      Don’t feel bad for laughing! It IS funny. And also terrible. <3

  4. Please tell me you are going to take a picture of your uterus in a jar and post it. Oh, and I’m sorry you’re going through this, but your storytelling is hilarious.

    1. I am friends with someone who works in the pathology industry and she seems fairly certain that they won’t let me take my uterus home. WAHHHHHhhhh! I wanted it floating in formeldahyde in my living room for all to see.

      Thanks for reading. Stick with the series, there is more gore to come! Also, I’ve been keeping up with your blog and I love it. 🙂

  5. Been there, done that, bought the t shirt! (A year ago next week)! I will spare you the horrendous recovery details but tell you that the bonus rejuvenation made sitting on a bag of peas for a month totally worth it (wink wink, nudge nudge!) though women that opt for rejuvenation “just cause” are fracking crazy!! Good luck and let me know if you need advice/support! Go go bionic vag!

    1. REALLY?! I can’t tell you how thrilled I am to hear that. AND I DO WANT ADVICE/SUPPORT! I still haven’t gotten up the nerve to even make the phone call yet!

      Tell me more! Push me over the ledge! <3

  6. The problem with Kegels is that they make me horny, and I don’t have time for that.. I’m sorry you’re losing your lady parts in this horrendous manner. I can’t wait to hear more.

    1. The surgery is finally scheduled (May 16 – aiiieee) so you absolutely will be hearing more soon.

      Here’s another thing about Kegels – and I’ll probably talk about it in the next blog post – is that once the damage is done to the supporting tendons there’s no amount of Kegels that can fix them. Think of a worn out rubber band. Is stretching the rubber band going to make it get stronger? No. It might even make it weaker. Don’t get me wrong – Kegels are great and important and you should definitely do them – as a preventative measure. Once you’re damaged goods, though, you’re damaged goods.

    1. Remember that once everything starts to really sag, Kegels don’t do anything for you. Think of it like a weakened rubber band. Stretching it a bunch will only make it weaker. It’s such a shit situation for women.

      1. They do help. I had a stage 3 cystocele it is now a stage 1 after 2 years of work. If you have a prolapse and what to repair it naturally or are getting surgery and very good source of info is prolapse forums. Also getting the hab it dvd to learn how to do kegals correctly and strengthen your core.

          1. Doctors have varying opinions on this and everyone is different. Our bodies are amazing and do have the ability to heal themselves with work and depending on the situation. I just didn’t want anyone to think surgery was the only way to fix a bad case. Squatty potties are also a great tool in strengthing the pelvic nerve and strengthening your core.

  7. Sitting here on the couch, doing kegels in hopes that the rubber band isn’t too far gone! Hilarious and yet terrifying story.

  8. Ok. It’s two years later. Do you miss them? I can’t believe the mass silence over these run away unteri. If dudes lost their dicks we would never ever hear the end of it.

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