The Fashionista’s Life After Giving Birth: Dealing with FibroidsPosted: Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Initially, the purpose of this blog was to chronicle my life after the birth of Mademoiselle, hence the name The Fashionista & Baby. I wanted to tell you about my struggles to maintain my identity and a sense of style while raising two boys (ages 13 and 7) and a new baby girl. But at the same time, I wanted to write about my first love – fashion and beauty. Since the conception of this blog, it seems as though I’ve mainly focused on the later. I tried, and still continue to search for some balance between the subjects where I can merge them all in an interesting way that will be appealing to you. So, what I will do is alternate each theme and sometimes incorporate them into one story. That said, though I do plan to eventually tell you about my crazy pregnancy and how fashion was my saving grace, I’m going to fast forward a little and talk about my current health issue.
As with my other two pregnancies, the nurse told me, since I was breastfeeding, that it would be awhile before I could start expecting a visit from aunt flow (some refer to her as Bertha) again. This news made me so happy, even though I had just been given a nine month break from her irritating, unwanted visits I wasn’t ready to deal with her. I wish that I could tell you this story had a wonderful ending, but I regret to inform you that my joy was short lived. Two weeks after the normal bleeding a woman experiences after giving birth, aunt flow magically appeared out of no where. And what’s worse is she decided to pay me a visit not once, but twice a month. The cycles were also extremely heavy. I didn’t think anything of it at first because I assumed it was normal.
I grew concerned when it seemed as though the bleeding was not going to lighten up after a few months. Before I go on, let me just tell you that I’m unable to leave the house or sit on my furniture without a water proof pad when it’s that time of the month. I also have to change pads every 30 minutes to an hour. When I told my doctor of my symptoms, she quickly wrote a referral for a pelvic exam to determine what was causing the menorrhagia.
During the pelvic exam, the sonigraphers facial expressions read like a major headline story on the front page of a newspaper. It was at that point when I knew something was terribly wrong, but I would have to wait an agonizing 24 hours before finding out exactly what was going on because the sonigrapher, legally, was not allowed to give me any information.
The next morning as I’m rushing to get the boys off to school on time, the phone rings. It’s my doctor’s soft voice with a serious tone, informing me that I had a tiny fibroid tumor. “Since the tumor is small,” she said. “Surgery is optional. I’ll evaluate you every six months,” she added. “To make sure it isn’t growing.”
I can’t recall for you my exact emotions, but I felt like crying and I blamed myself for allowing my eating habits to get out of control. I kept thinking about all of my aunts and grandmother who have had hysterectomies due to fibroid tumors. Though I have no plans to bare any more children, I don’t want to share the same fate. I also thought about the fact that I didn’t have the tumor prior to becoming pregnant. Studies show that high levels of estrogen during pregnancy contributes to the development and growth of fibroids.
Let me clarify, I don’t regret having Mademoiselle. I love her with all my heart. I see this as another obstacle I have to get over to move to the next level. I’m taking it day by day, hoping to find holistic alternatives and I plan to get back to my old healthy eating habits. I know this won’t shrink the fibroid, but it may help in preventing it from growing.
I would love to hear your comments on this subject.