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I’m leaking (and I’m not ashamed to say so)

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Picture this.  We’re on a family outing and we have an hour to kill – so I suggest we head to the grocery store as I need to pick up a few things.  I actually love when we all go to the store together – hubby and I can tackle the list in 1/2 the time.  He takes one child with him, I take the other.  We are in and out quickly.

Then this happened.

I have my youngest in the cart and I decide to cut through the baby aisle to get to the cash register – down this same aisle is where they keep the Bladder Control pads and I happen to spot out of the corner of my eye that the brand I like best is on sale.  Not just a little sale, like 50% off.  So I quickly grab one, throw it under the bottom of my full cart, and continue to the register.

Yes, I said bladder control pads.  Yep, I’m a leaker.  And I could care less.  2 children has done this to me, it’s what happens and as it turns out, after bringing up the subject a few times, many of my mommy-friends have the same issue.

However, my husband didn’t know.  That is, until this particular day.

We are in line at the register and we start putting our groceries on the belt.  Of course, having stuffed my (ginormous) bag of bladder control pads under the cart, I forgot they were there.  Just when I thought I had pulled everything out of the cart, my husband grabs the package, takes one look at it, hands it to me and says (quite loudly I may add): “You forgot about your pee pads”… and then snickers.

1341239221138_6564767If there was a colour deeper than the deepest red on the spectrum, I’m pretty sure that’s the colour my cheeks turned in that moment.

Ok, so let’s talk about this for a sec.  Because I don’t think we do talk about this enough.

Women get older.  Things aren’t quite as springy down there as they used to be, especially after popping out a couple kids.  I talked to my doctor, I do my Kegels but it’s been almost 5 years since my youngest was born and I have come to accept that I leak a bit.  Not a lot, not all the time.  But it happens.  Without warning.  Typically in the most inconvenient of places.   Laughter is definitely a trigger (and fortunately, but also unfortunately, I tend to laugh a lot).

So a few months back, I accepted my fate and exchanged my habit of stuffing my underwear with toilet paper, for bladder control pads.

My husband finding out though was probably the only real embarrassment I have experienced on this subject.  I think for me, when my husband found out, I felt a little less attractive.  I know, it sounds silly.  He loves me and he tells me often he finds me attractive – but to me, this was one of those things I just felt he didn’t need to know about.

This is definitely one of those downsides to having kids. Something they didn’t put in the books and that our mothers conveniently forgot to tell us about (probably because they wanted grandkids so bad and didn’t want to frighten us!).  HAH!

Is it something to be embarrassed about?  Not really.  It happens to the best of us, well I think so at least.  Should you blog about it?  Probably not… seems a little nuts to scream something so TMI to the world – but I’m known for talking a little too much so I say, who cares?  😉

And to all you non-leakers out there, next time you find yourself laughing, sneezing, jogging, sitting down, standing up, tying your shoes or basically anything that involves any movement at all, feel good that you have yet to reach this point – but know that if you ever do, it’s not that big of a deal.  🙂  But maybe pass up the 50% off sale if your partner is at the store with you…

xo – J

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Jenn Perry

The author Jenn Perry

Entrepreneur, Child-Wrangler and Domestic-Goddess-Wannabe, Jenn is a married, mother of two. She is also the founder of That's So Social and Editor in Chief of Travel Mavens. Likes: travel, eggs benedict, yoga pants, dogs, and Netflix.