It’s been awhile since I’ve written my daily post and yes, my butt had something to do with it. If the subject of hemorrhoids makes you run for the hills… then this particular post is not for you. For Memorial Day weekend my husband, my in-laws and I took a trip to visit my family in the small rural area where I grew up. We had several days planned of fishing, picnics and general merriment. Only problem ended up being that all of the sitting on the plane and in the car, the heat and the stress of the travel led to ChitChatMom developing one angry little hemorrhoid.
The real problem probably stemmed from a particularly greasy and bad for you lunch I’d had several days before our trip that stopped up my system like the Hoover Dam. Anyhoo… when the now infamous hemorrhoid decided to make his presence known and unavoidable on the second night of our trip I thought I was going to have to go to the hospital. In fact during a fit of tears (’cuz it really was excruciating) I asked my husband if we could go to the hospital. Did he think there was anything that they could do for me? Like the wonderful hubby that he is he looked gently into my eyes and told me he didn’t think there was anything they could do for me or my butt.
After 24 hours of pain, tears, sitz baths, tucks pads and my husband lovingly applying hemorrhoid cream (we’ve nicknamed him the “Butt Nurse”… which he does not love) the little sucker actually ruptured. Now when you’re preggers… the very last thing you want to see in your undies is blood. However, when you’re preggers, with hemorrhoids and starting to wonder how you’re ever going to go through labor if a hemorrhoid hurts this bad, then when you see blood and can identify that it’s coming from your “ruptured ‘roid” and not your vajajay…. you throw a little thanks to the big guy upstairs and relax. It’s true I actually did pray to God to help me with my hemorrhoid and praised him when He did. Apparently He has extra special time to help pregnant mamas.
After it ruptured I was able to rejoin the family for the rest of the weekend and had a very nice time. Since then I’ve become an everyday Metamucil drinker (at the advice of my Dr.) and am avoiding foods that could potentially clog up my system. I am well aware that the “pushing” during labor can cause hemorrhoids to flare up and I’m willing to go through the pain again, anything for the baby girl, but if somehow I can avoid them I am totally in favor of going that route.
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