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Tuesday, 28 March 2017

I survived my hysterectomy


Not going to beat about the bush with this one - at the age of 35 I had a hysterectomy.

When our youngest was around six months old, something didn't feel right down there - a visit to the doctors confirmed I had a prolapsed uterus.

I was referred to see a gynaecologist where my options were discussed, and the consultant advised that because of my hypermobility syndrome (I lack collagen in my muscles which makes them super stretchy and my joints dislocate easily) the best option would be for me to have a TVH (total vaginal hysterectomy). 

I couldn't believe that at the age of 35 I was going to have have a hysterectomy - I didn't know anyone else my age that had had one - I soon turned to Facebook and found an amazing support group and got chatting to women who were younger than me that had either had the op or were waiting.

As my operation date got closer my prolapse got worse, so when the day came to go into hospital, half of me was relieved as I wanted the uncomfortableness to go, the other half of me was terrified as this was major surgery.

The waiting to go to theatre was agony, I sat gowned up with an adult colouring book to keep myself entertained.


The nurse then collected me and I walked to the theatre, in my gown and my surgical stockings - paranoid that my bum would flash out of the back of my gown.

They got me laid down, and gave me something something to help relax me, I remember rambling nonsense, telling them they should have pretty pictures on the ceiling to look at, I think they then hurried to give me the anaesthetic just to shut me up.

I woke up in recovery, desperate to know what procedure I'd had done (there was the risk that there could have been complications which could have led to them opening me up).  They nurse told me that they had been successful with the TVH - this means they remove the uterus through the vagina leaving the ovaries (this is so you don't plunge into surgical menopause) - so the only stitches I had were episiotomy ones as I'd also had a front and back pelvic floor repair.


I then drifted in and out of consciousness with the morphine pump in my hand - I vaguely remember the nurses checking on me and the crazy lady in the bed next to me talking about how lovely the food was and that I really ought to try some.

My catheter was removed the following day, and I was allowed to shower.  They then measure how much you pee - due to the surgery my bladder had gone into shock so I had to have my catheter put back in and I was sent home and told to return in three days to have it removed.

Hubby collected me and received instructions on my care for the next few days.

He grabbed a wheel chair and wheeled me out of the hospital, and then left me outside the hospital in the wheelchair once he realised he couldn't get the wheelchair into the car park - it wasn't an overly warm day so I got slightly chilly.


I affectionately called my catheter my 'piss bag' for the next few days - having a bag of pee strapped to your leg whilst you try and explain to an almost two year old and almost one year old that they can't climb on mummy is really hard as they were just glad to see that mummy was home.

I have to say my hubby really did step up to the mark with caring for me - he helped connect my piss bag up to my night time piss tank, helped me and the piss bag take a shower, administered daily injections to my stomach (these were to do with blood clotting) and held my hand when I had my first post op poo, because I was terrified of it hurting. 

If that isn't love, I don't know what is - it was a real test of our relationship and he gave me the strength I needed to get through it all.

My mum and dad were there when I came home - during my recovery they helped out with the boys, my mum cooked, they were simply amazing.

My friends were all awesome and rallied round  - some were able to come and see me, and those that couldn't texted me daily to check how I was doing.

Thank you to everyone.

I did go through a period of mourning for my uterus, it was very hard for me to get my head around what had happened, as to me I'd lost the one thing that fundamentally made me a woman, and what had carried my two boys.

My hubby encouraged me to try and see the positive in having the surgery - I concluded that I'd be saving a fortune on sanitary products and that we didn't have to worry about contraception anymore!

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  1. Wow, I didn't realise you could have hysterectomy at such young age! Thanks so much for sharing and raising awareness. What sort of symptoms did you have that prompted you to visit your doctor? I'm sure other Mums would love to know what to look out for xx

    1. My symptoms were a very heavy feeling down, and feeling of bulging - as the prolapse got worse I could actually see my uterus - here's the link to the NHS website with the complete list of symptoms and what to do if you suspect you've got a prolapsed uterus xx

  2. Oh my goodness! You certainly went through the wringer! It sounds like you had an amazing support crew on board. Your husband sounds like a gem! Thanks for sharing your experience and linking to the nhs site. That's really helpful for others who might be in the same boat! xx

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