You know that feeling like an anvil has been set on your pelvis all night? Well, dealing with symphysis pubis dysfunction (SPD) is like that when said anvil is weighted down with gold bricks and to then drag a leg attached with a freakishly strong Laotian half-breed around the kitchen. SPD is also when you dread the mere task of tucking-and-rolling to the foot of your bed and you have to ignore your toddler’s doe-eyed look to go on your daily walk. All because your vagina bone is screeching at you from inflamed misery. According to Dr. Wikipedia, SPD’s “main symptom is usually pain or discomfort in the pelvic region” and “caused by excessive movement of the pubic symphysis, either anterior or lateral, as well as associated pain, possibly because of a misalignment of the pelvis.” It ranges from mild to severe and disabling pain. On days I feel it, I definitely feel it.
SPD is my body’s rude way of telling me my goodies are all rearing up to go for birthing time the second go-round. To deal with symphysis pubis dysfunction, I’ve gotten loads of advice from other moms so I can go on my day with a spirited toddler. To my dismay and sad little pocketbook, most tips are not within reason nor budget. The advice renders I’ll have to be a
shitty boring mama or I’m going to have to hook the streets to afford care. I have sucked it up or have asked for parenting forgiveness for letting Humnoy watch Netflix all day so I can rest all day because I cannot afford any of the out-of-pocket treatment like:
Chiropractor Adjustments done by a chiropractor supposedly helps with all sorts of childhood and general life’s ailments. I figured pregnancy is a legitimate concern to address possible treatment so Humnoy can have a capable mother. When I called to find out about pricing, all I heard was:
Lady: “Your first visit will be [the cost of two weeks’ grocery bill] and then each visit after that will ‘only’ be [the cost of filling up your gas tank].”
Me: *gulp* “Oh ok. Do you accept [small increments that happen to coincide with pay days]?”
Lady: “Unfortunately, we do not [prefer to get small lumps of petty cash but need all that cash real quick, up front, before you’re even seen].
Physical Therapist Need I even try? See: Chiropractor.
*Maternity support belt I haven’t ever wanted to sport the look of a professional mover but I also didn’t think I needed one. I breezed right through Humnoy’s pregnancy without more than one stretch mark, swollen feet, or a godforsaken maternity belt. I’m already less than three months away from giving birth and the purchase and acquiring of more junk doesn’t seem appealing. Who knows if it’ll even work. Plus, look at it. Just look.
Thankfully, I am getting the chance to review the It’s You Babe Mini Cradle so I can be grateful there’s no out of pocket here.
Drugs It is not recommended to take anti-inflammatory medicine during pregnancy. Even if drugs were recommended, I always hippie-question everything anyway. I would need to know the side effects on my unborn child, my current nursing child, and if my insurance would cover the costs. Dr. Wikipedia says codeine phosphate, paracetamol, or oral morphine are the usual staples, if prescribed for SPD. Hmm, morphine milk.
Now at almost 31 weeks pregnant with intermittent days of SPD, I think I’ve come up with a great solution. Yes, it involves a lot of Netflix time but I’ve got a happy toddler. Happy toddler means I don’t notice my inflamed vagina bone as much when sitting down doing nothing. It has always been important to me to find solutions that work best for our family and right now, out of pocket is out the window and taking it one day at a time.
What were some of your pregnancy woes?
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