A year after having my third (and most likely final) baby, my body is still kind of a mess ... and that's in addition to having a chair-jumping accident and hurting my knee.
In April I started to suspect that the diastasis recti that I *thought* my surgeons had repaired had returned. A little back story ... during my c-section with Lucy I had a large umbilical hernia repaired and two small hernias repaired. At some point during the surgery or during recovery I heard "diastasis recti" mentioned and I assumed that it had also been sewn up. At my year follow-up exam with my doctor last month I learned that the diastasis had not, indeed, been repaired (this is something that is simply not done during c-sections). I don't know how I jumped from one lily pad to the next on that one but I guess it's neither here nor there now ... I have a moderate diastasis recti that needs to be addressed.
My biggest symptoms were lack of trunk control and a telltale pooch high on my abdomen. Let's be clear ... I have had three large babies. I expect to live with a stretched out stomach for the duration and I am definitely thicker around the middle now. However, the shape of my abdomen indicated to me that something was off. A year after birth I still cannot do a standard sit-up. And guys! I don't sit on my rear THAT MUCH. I ran a half marathon in March! I do admittedly still have some baby weight to lose (we are in the process of weaning so once Lucy is completely done nursing I expect to be able to lose the weight a little more quickly. My body tends to hang on to the last 20 pounds until I'm done nursing).
ANYWAY. I was terrified to do the self-check and confirm what I feared to be true. Finally I gave up and just did it ... and yep, huge hole in my abdominal wall. I was so depressed when I figured it out ... was definitely freaking out about going through another surgery and how I was going to manage the kids and deal with the process of getting my core in check. I started reading the internet and ... well, that's never a good idea. Dr. Google really should lose his medical license.
(For more info on what I'm talking about you can click here. This is how I "self-diagnosed" my abdominal injury ... talking it out now I feel like SUCH A DOLT. DURR MANDA, it's been there the whole time.)
Long story short, I confirmed with my doctor that I do indeed have diastasis recti ... "3 fingers" worth of it (moderate). The good news is that PT is an option for me and it's covered by my insurance. I am starting physical therapy on July 17 and starting training for my next race on July 21 (knee permitting, and I think my knee will permit because it really does already feel much better 10 days after the initial injury ... there is a chance I'll be doing therapy for my knee as well). I am hopeful that I will be able to avoid surgery this way and honestly I'm really looking forward to some professional guidance on how to get my athletics back. I'm not staring down the barrel of another baby ... well, ever again. I am so thankful that this body was able to conceive and grow babies ... but dude! I'm only 34. I have a lot of stuff to do and I totally plan on being that mom who cracks out ten miles right after dropping her kids off at school in the morning. Looking forward to getting officially back on my feet.
Sit-ups? I'm coming for ya.