…and in my case, they’ve been saying get to the doctors…
Whilst I was pregnant with the Moo, one weekend I hurt my leg. I thought that I must have strained a muscle or something, bearing in mind the strange positions you sometimes need to get in to when heavily pregnant just to put your socks on! Anyway, it was a sharp, muscular pain down the inside of my right thigh.
Oh well, better take it easy for a while I thought.
Just two days later and I realise that pain down my thigh was getting worse. In fact, by the time I got into work, I was shuffling along, baby step style, as I couldn’t put any pressure on my right leg. And it was starting to ache all around my lower back and pelvis. I rang the midwife and explained my symptom. Oh, that’s just pelvic pain, she said. Lots of pregnant women get it. Here’s a website. Live with it. No, I don’t need to see you to check that’s the case. See the doctor if you want.
Rang the doctor. No, we don’t want to see you. You should see your midwife for that kind of thing.
The girls at work wanted to send me home. No, I said, apparently I just have to live with it. And I’ve got months yet to go – can’t go home for this kind of thing. Eventually one of them made me go to the NHS walk-in clinic. And they didn’t want to see me either, as they don’t treat pregnant women. But they did agree that I needed to be seen, and rang up my doctors, insisting on an appointment that afternoon.
Go to the doctors. Ah yes, pelvic pain. Plenty of pregnant women get it. I’ve had people in here on crutches – count yourself lucky. Anyway, live with it, nothing we can do.
So I did. I lived with it for months. Until at a pre-natal yoga class, the instructor recommended I visit an osteopath who specialised in PGP/SPD. 8 1/2 months pregnant, and by this time sleeping sitting up on the couch downstairs, I thought there was nothing to be done, but nothing ventured nothing gained.
If you’d only come to see me when this started, he said, we could have had this under control! And you know, he made a difference. With only a couple of sessions, he made it so that I could lie down for up to an hour at a time (OK, so not a nights’ sleep, but a start). If only I hadn’t believed all this “live with it” rubbish.
Anyway, I continued seeing my osteopath for a couple of months post partum. But it’s pretty expensive. So I stopped. And the SPD came back.
I went to the docs, who said that it would take up to 6 months to go back to normal. It got better. It got worse again.
11 months post partum and here I am, sleeping with a pillow between my knees again and beginning to think that lying down is increasingly uncomfortable. Went to the doctors this morning, and she pressed lightly on the front of my pelvis. It was agony. I guess that’s the SPD again then.
Physio beckons, after a 6 week waiting list.
After all this, I still feel (and look, thanks to lingering baby weight and, as I also found out today, irretrievably torn abdominal muscles) pregnant, and whilst that’s one thing when you have a snuggly newborn in your arms, it’s another when your chirpy 11 month old is bum-shuffling around your feet.