"Please don't let my bleeding snatch scar all these children for life!"
This thought ran through my head at lightening speed this afternoon. Let me explain. . .
I'm starting to feel like bleeding out of my vadge is the new normal for me. Yep, I started bleeding - not merely spotting - to such an extent that I'm inclined to proclaim that my period has finally arrived. Adding to the joyous event (that's sarcasm!) is that I haven't been at home and I've been managing the mess downstairs while staying with my in-laws and while traveling hundreds of miles by car with my two young children in tow. Yee-haw. . .now that's a freaking party!
Can I be serious for just a moment? I think I hate the Mirena IUD. Not like I hate cleaning the lint trap of the dryer or like I hate having to go to the mall. Those are more like minor annoyances. No, I think I hate my IUD a bit more than that. I hate it on a far deeper level. I don't feel the same way about it as I do about Stalin, Mao, or Hitler, but it's pretty close. I hate my IUD as much as I hate whiney douches who wear Che shirts while sipping lattes, smoking cloves, and bitching about the system. I'm still waiting to feel the IUD love. . .and it keeps giving me the finger. This naturally means that I'll fall in love with it because I have historically demonstrated that I am unable to fall in love with and pick winners. Except my hubs - he's the olive in my martini.
Part of my travel plans included a couple of days in Las Vegas. My older son was super-excited because the pool was open. Heck, I was excited too! Amazingly enough, hotel pools are closed nearly every time we travel. I know it sounds like a BS excuse that parents give their kids to not go to the pool, but it kills me that we never get to swim because I'm a great big ol' water baby myself and swim time means that bedtime comes earlier than normal. Party, indeed!
So the boys and I were going to go for a dip in the pool and I was all thrilled until I realized that this meant that my leaking ladyparts required the use of something other than my standard go-to mama cloth so I decided to use the Instead cups. I know that I've raved about the Diva Cup time and again on this blog, but I've not been able to comfortably remove it since the birth of my last child and it was easier to pack a few Insteads instead. I packed them in hopes of finding an open pool and I was glad that I didn't waste 2 inches of suitcase space on something that was unnecessary.
I have probably mentioned my mishaps in using the Instead. It looked like a crime scene in that bathroom after the slippery little sucker slipped from my grasp! Also, it should be criminal to put champagne-colored carpet in a bathroom!
One friend dropped her Instead in the stall while using the restroom at the movies. She kicked it away and hustled buns out of there and I honestly can't think of a better course of action while facing such a tragedy. I have heard from a different friend that she sneezed out an Instead. In line at a store. While wearing white pants!!
It's starting to sound like Insteads should come with a warning label and certain shame and mortification will result from their use.
With all this in mind, I still went ahead and chose to use an Instead because, well, WTF was I supposed to use? I find insertion of the Instead to be significantly easier than the Diva and that was no problem. I was fairly confident that I wouldn't have any leaking issues since my flow is significantly lighter than "normal" and I eagerly went down to the pool with my boys.
I was holding my baby while walking toward the kiddie pool and I sneezed. Then I sneezed again. And again.
My friend's bloody horror story ran through my mind in an instant and I squeezed the heck out of my bits because I didn't want to sneeze the damn thing out. I was sure the entire pool was watching me so I kept on walking. Just a little more gingerly than a few seconds earlier. I mean, who wants a cup of blood to pour out on the crotch of their hilariously inappropriate white bikini?
I slipped in the kiddie pool with the babe in arms and wondered if I could get away with discreetly fishing around up there to see if my sneezing somehow had dislodged my cup. I decided against it because I didn't want to risk getting busted for fingering myself in front of a group of kids. With my shit luck on stuff like this, I have no doubt it would have been the result.
I decided to sit on the side of the pool and began working my muscles. Over and over and over again. I rhythmically began the squeezing & releasing that I knew would help pull that bad boy back up where it needed to be in order to avoid any poolside mortification. Eventually, I was certain that all was as it should be and I slipped back in the water with the baby (who was fussing and struggling to get away from my grasp the entire time!) and we all enjoyed several hours in the pool.
Have you ever had a hilariously embarrassing mishap? Don't hold back. . .I keep it real and you can too! Share in the comments so we all can revel in it!