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Who knew that you can get physiotherapy for the coccyx?!

I sure didn’t, but it turns out possible with a specialist Physio. In my case it was the same Women’s Health Physio I saw before giving birth. She was the one to later also confirm I had sustained a prolapse and I did lots of pelvic floor training with her, but the treatments she gave me were mainly to help with my coccyx issue.

I would not have been where I am today with that if it wasn’t for this physio. I went for sessions with her quite frequently in the first few months post-partum and they were often very awkward and very uncomfortable but the exercises, massage, manual therapy combined with my own homework eventually brought me to a point where the pain became manageable. It was a long and slow process, and maybe it was partly Time that ran its course in the injury healing, but I strongly believe I would not have gotten where I did without physiotherapy.

I also wish I had had the same opportunity when I first injured the coccyx 10 years earlier, as back then I was only told there was nothing to do about it, that I just had to live with it. Well, it is likely I still have to live with some degree of pain and now almost two years post-birth I still struggle to sit down for too long, it is still difficult to be comfortable on a sofa and I cannot lay down flat on my back or do certain abs exercises whilst seated/lying on the floor. I also cannot live without my dear pillow. I use it on my everyday chair at home and it comes with me when I go travelling and anytime I know I will be sitting a lot without many chances of changing position.

Socially awkward again – yes sometimes it is, but the pillow does a good job for me and I prefer to stay as comfortable as I can, especially as I now have a son now who depends on me. I am just so thankful that the initial agony I was in the first few months after giving birth eased off, as it would have been tough to cope with that for much longer.

And my lesson learnt is to not suffer in silence – there is often help to get and it can make a massive difference if you make sure to get it!

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So I struggled quite lot in the beginning. I couldn’t physically sit down at all initially after the birth, as the pain in my coccyx was so intense. It was stressful as I had my little baby to care for and all I wanted to do was to sit back on the sofa with him in my arms and cuddle. This was out of the question. To breastfeed him I had to lie down, which on its own wasn’t too bad, especially at first. We stayed home anyway most of the time, as neither could I sit but nor could I walk too much (vicious circle oh yes!) so I took the time to get to know my baby in the relaxed environment of home. When I look back at those first few weeks I see myself lying on the sofa, cuddling or feeding my son. E had two weeks of paternity leave. (Actually, who am I kidding, he had 3 days of paid leave and the rest were holidays. But all that belongs in a different discussion…).

He did so much for us though. When I got up in the morning he had prepared me breakfast, usually a fruit salad – my favourite! When he came home from work he would take over the care for the baby and he cooked dinner. Although the eating itself was enjoyable I always feared the moment I had to move over to the table, as I knew how painful it would be to sit down on the chair.

For my relationship with the baby it didn’t matter too much that I could only lie down. I enjoyed his company and he enjoyed being fed, in a way it was a win-win situation going on! But when it came to socialising it became a bit of a struggle, how could I go out if I had to lie down every time I had to feed my baby?! I soon became that really awkward mum who either didn’t come out at all or when I did it had to be brief so I could get back home again in time to feed my little one. And with feeds every 90min that lasted for at least half an hour each? Well, there wasn’t really time left for much else. And further, when I did come out I had to bring my super specialised  – and essential  – pillow to sit on as there were no chances in the world I could sit on a chair without it. Heaven was when I could visit someone else’s home where I could use a bed or sofa to lie down on to breastfeed. Sometimes I breastfed standing up in a baby sling when we where out, me and my son developed a certain technique where this was possible. Anything to avoid sitting down.

Sounds awkward doesn’t it?

It was.

Some might wonder why I just didn’t endure it and sat down to feed him anyway. But the truth is that the first couple of months post birth the pain was simply too intense. I couldn’t! In that pain I also wouldn’t be holding my baby safely throughout the feed and it was simply out of the question. Some also wondered how I didn’t give up the breastfeeding and started bottle instead when it was such a problem, but when I thought about this option I soon realised that also with bottle feeding I wouldn’t get away from the part of Sitting with the baby.

The sight of a chair sometimes made me panic. It was absurd that a thing that in reality was so normal i.e. to sit on a chair, could affect me so much. My realistic me said that of course it would get better, but I didn’t know how much better it could get? Was it temporary, or was my life going to be like that from now on, and forever?

But more than anything it made me feel like a horrible mum. When I looked at other mothers I felt I stung of jealousy as I just wanted to be able to sit like a normal person and enjoy cuddles my newborn. Whenever I tried I lasted for a few seconds but the agony was always too intense and I had to give up. What a failure.

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I was on a ski holiday with friends and at the end of the last day I did that thing you are not supposed to do. I took the ski lift up the mountain again and went downhill for that ‘last one’. I was tired, the slopes were icy, with bulky patches of snow around. And I fell. I fell and landed very badly on my bum. I had done this millions of times since starting snowboarding, but I felt that this time it was different. I knew it was bad.

To make a long story short I have since then always struggled with tailbone/coccyx pain. The first 6 months post-injury were almost unbearable, the first year horrible and then it got to a point where I could start live with it but it affected my life quite a lot. I struggled sitting down for too long, cinema was something to endure rather than enjoy and travelling in a car or an aeroplane was a mission, and I would never be particularly comfortable in a sofa or an armchair.

So when I got pregnant 10 years later this whole thing of giving birth concerned me a little. Could the coccyx injury affect the process? Could the pain get worse by a vaginal birth?

I saw my Women’s Health Physiotherapist a few weeks before the due date to discuss the issue, and she gave me exercises to carry out in preparation for the birth and we discussed birth positions. As I usually found it painful to lie flat on my back, I soon understood that this position was not going to be an option for me in any part of the labour process. I would need to give birth for example on all fours, standing up or any other way as long as I wouldn’t put pressure on the tailbone. That obviously didn’t happen. 

My prolonged labour and complex birth aggravated the tailbone pain to an unbelievable extent. When the effect of my epidural wore off I quickly realised that it was something that would affect mine – affect our life massively. I had experienced that coccyx pain a decade earlier so I just knew this wouldn’t be easy to recover from, and even worse was that this time the pain was on a totally different level.

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So there are good days and bad days when it comes to my motivation. On the good days I try to forget about the negatives and almost pretend I physically am like pre-pregnancy. I just get on with the training, it is usually a spin class or a strength workout either at home or down at the gym. I close myself in the moment and just go for it. I happily set the alarm to get up in the early hours before my family wakes up, just to make the most of the day and to get my training sessions in. I innocently fantasise that I am doing intervals on a track or running a half-marathon – yes it’s almost as if I pretend in front of myself that this is what I am actually training for. I do enjoy a good spin class and all respect for that also those sessions can give me an adrenaline kick, but in reality the only thing I wish I was doing all the time, is running. I have built my jogs up slowly and have reached a distance of about 5-6K as a maximum so far, and I generally feel ok when I am out there. In terms of fitness level I could do more, it is the sensible part of me that stops me from running any further (yet). And on those good days, I pretend that ‘these are just early days’ and I am just building my running up from here. That I will run properly again!

There are the bad days though. That’s when it feels like there is no point in doing all this. Of course training and keeping fit will always ’do me good’, and if anyone knows that it’s me! But motivation fails me when I start analysing the possibility that this might be all I ever will be able to do. Spin classes and the odd 5K jog – that is not the runner I want to be, not the runner I am supposed to be, is it?! Sure, the prolapse usually feels ok when I do my little run but I have learnt that when I jog in the morning and then also walk quite a lot during the rest of the day then it will be so much worse in the evening. I have also learnt that I cannot run in the evening. The pelvic floor muscles are tired from the day and they don’t cope with the running impact if I wait until the evening to go out. I have always liked running in the morning so in a way I don’t mind, but it has come to a point where if I don’t get it done in the beginning of the day, it is not like in the past and I have a chance later on to do it. Run in the morning, or don’t do it at all, basically.

So if I have overdone things a bit (by a jog in the morning and then lots of walking during the day) and when I later that evening sense that heaviness and chafing down there just by walking around at home it is hard not letting the bad thoughts take over, and feel disheartened. When these periods come I loose myself in a bad spiral. I miss one training session and the next day my thoughts go along the lines: What difference will it make if I miss another one? I’m not a runner anymore anyway. Not really doing a half-marathon or a steeplechase race in this life again am I? So why bother. One session missed, two sessions missed, three sessions missed. So? It won’t change anything. Whatever.

This is not ok. And it’s so unlike me! I have never before in my life felt like giving up would be an option when it comes to exercise and training, and I hate myself for that I now let it happen.

The good days come back though and when they do I recognise myself again – and the good periods are when I generally feel at my best, also in other aspects of life.

I just need to hold on to those days, day after day…


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There are so many things I cannot do anymore because of the massive change my body went through due to pregnancy and childbirth. It is sometimes hard to accept I am not the person I used to be. I became a mum, but I lost a little bit of Me on the journey. There are things I would like to do that I cannot do anymore.

But I am now a mum, a mother. I have a son that brings joy to my life every day. I have a family.

And there are so many New things that I CAN do! <3


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The Physio had now suddenly told me something interesting. She said that starting to jog a bit could (potentially) positively teach the pelvic floor how to respond to this new impact. The muscles had become weakened and stretched and they were definitely not used to this kind of activity since a very long time. But starting it back (slowly and easy of course) might just remind them of what they have to do/how to react when put under that sort of pressure.

It took me two weeks after the first run (to build up courage? To go easy on myself and not do too much too soon? I am not too sure)  and then I was back on the running trail again. Same procedure, a walk there together with my family before I ventured off to try this once again. I still had mixed feelings about it all as I wasn’t sure what to expect from my body, but my plan was to stick to the same session.

1 minute jog, 1 minute walk. Six repetitions.

And? Well, the physio was maybe right! This time it felt…….well, definitely not good but it kind of felt better than last time. The sensation was that the pelvic floor was still very vulnarable and without doubt not up to the task properly yet but it was also not quite as much in ‘shock’ as it was last time.

So maybe even if it was just the second attempt, the muscles already realised what I was trying to tell them we were going to do from now on. But I surely did not feel like a runner as I carefully plodded along for my repetitions of 60 seconds slow jogging. It may have felt a tiny bit better than the first time, but I knew there would be a long journey before I could do anything even close to what I really wanted.

But maybe things were going in the right direction..?!

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So let’s get into detail a little more. What is a prolapse?

A pelvic organ prolapse is when the bladder – or any other pelvic organ (for example the uterus, cervix or bowel) has dropped down from its normal position and bulges into the vagina. I can happen when the supporting muscles (the pelvic floor) get damaged, weakened or stretched due to for example pregnancy and childbirth. The symptoms can include a feeling of heaviness – as if things are about to ‘fall out’, a bulging sensation, pulling, aching or pressure in the lower abdomen and pelvis, urinary incontinence or disturbed bowel movement, problems inserting tampons or applicators, sexual difficulties, lower back pain….

The risk of getting a prolapse increases with age, if you are overweight, if you have a job requiring lots of standing and lifting heavy, family history of prolapse, chronic cough and finally of course pregnancy and childbirth and especially prolonged and/or assisted labour.

I tick a few of the above boxes. Several women in my family have a prolapse, my labour was very long and ended with a forceps delivery. I also suspect that all the running I have done in my life may have brought me towards the ‘risk zone’. Especially training for steeplechase, which puts even more pressure on the pelvic floor as it is high impact. A lot of my sessions the last few years of training involved running over hurdles, i.e. jumping whilst running. I look back at it now and understand that even if I really enjoyed that kind of training, it probably didn’t do very good for my body.

Could I have avoided getting a prolapse? If I hadn’t run throughout my life and potentially put myself at a greater risk..?

Well, this I will never know.

My gut feeling says I would still have got the prolapse due to the complicated birth. Maybe less, maybe the same? But had I not been a runner it would probably not have affected my life as much. I have a feeling I would have come to terms with it easier if I only had to get back to live my everyday life. But that discussion is pointless.  It doesn’t matter if the running contributed to me getting a pelvic organ prolapse. Had I never been a runner I would have missed out on so much – and if I will never get back to where I used to be at least I have the running experiences, memories (and a few achievements!) in my backpack.

If you are interested in finding out more about different types of prolapses and treatment options I recommend visiting for example:


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This afternoon we were watching a running event on the TV and when my son saw the runners he exclaimed: Papà!! (and he made that usual little ‘exercise sound’ and moved his arms back and forth in the air as if he was running) So cute and so innocent. But it made me realise that I am still so far from being where I thought I would be by now. While pregnant I was imagining that I would be that mum who had a running buggy and my baby would come with me running several times a week. That obviously didn’t happen – to also push something while running would only put the prolapse under more pressure, and I was therefore recommended not to. I could to be honest also clearly feel myself how that would be the case, so that running buggy I had always had my eyes on was early on crossed out from the shopping list (at least I had been clever enough not to get it before giving birth!).

E has never really been a runner, but the first Parkrun my son observed was one that he ran. And a few months later E even completed a marathon, and all that training he put in in between that…. well, I can’t be surprised that my son actually associates running with his dad!! That was something my pre-natal me never would have expected. So when he sat there on the sofa getting all excited seeing the runners, and instead of thinking about me he thought about his dad…….it broke my heart a little.

That is of course with no disrespect to either of my family members – my blameless son who just observes what is happening around him and is simply just excited if someone is running. And amazing E, who ran his first ever marathon and smashed it, I couldn’t be more proud of him. I have said many times something along the lines of that ‘well, someone in the family needs to run, right? If I can’t do it then he’ll have to do it!’ And I really enjoyed E getting into his running, and for me it was an incredible journey being part of his marathon training and see the result. And I can’t wait for him to run more!

But that spontaneous reaction my son had today just made me realise how wrong it felt for me that he associates running with his dad and not with his mum. Later in the evening, instead of taking the bus for my spin class I ran to the gym. I ran even if I have decided to avoid doing that in the evening as the prolapse is always worse thenI ran to make myself feel better. I ran because I should be the runner in the family.

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It was time to give it a try. My baby would be six months shortly and I was determined (and simply couldn’t wait any longer now!) to finally do this. It was a Sunday and E came with me for the initial walk which lasted for about 20 minutes. My plan was to by walking reach the running trail I had always used in the past and loved so much. It would also be good to come away from the street and run on a softer surface, in order to protect my body as much as possible. I was excited and nervous and happy and scared…… E looked at me and gave me an encouraging smile and a kiss before I set off for my challenge. The challenge was basically to develop my fast-paced walk to a 1 minute jog. Yep, 1 minute, that’s it.

But I was silently wondering, how different could it really be to jog extremely slowly, in comparison to walk very fast?

It turned out, very different.

I will never forget that first minute. My body panicked. As soon as I changed my stride from walking to jogging it felt as if my insides were going to fall out from me. I squeezed the pelvic floor harder than I had ever done before in my life, to make sure everything would stay in place as I plodded along. For one minute. Like a complete beginner. After one minute of jogging very slowly I walked for a minute and then I jogged for a minute again. I did six repetitions in total.

My body went through a shock – that was clear – but also my mind went through a series of emotions. It was somewhat freeing about being there in the nature on my own letting my legs move along in a pace more similar to what I had missed for such a long time, but it was also extremely frustrating and disheartening to realise that I was still very, very far away from where I wanted to be.

When I came back to meet E (and the buggy) I saw how eager he was to know how it went. I wasn’t quite sure what words to use to describe my feelings, and I guess it was partly because I didn’t quite know what I felt. In that moment I had no idea what to expect from my running future, but yes I just did it, I reached my target of trying this out before 6 months post-birth. I could now tick that box. And I think that is what I said to him, that ‘I did it!’

And it was in a way an exciting step.

But I had also gained a very upsetting knowledge from this step – that even if my mind very much liked the idea of that I had just tried to go ‘running’ again, the sad truth was that my body didn’t like it.

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I miss the feeling of blood rushing through my muscles, fighting hard to get around to every single fibre. I miss the pumping adrenaline in my body just wanting more and more and more. I miss going out for a run just after it has rained and it feels like the air is boosted with oxygen to ease the task for my lungs. I miss the feeling of working so hard that you just want to give up, only to give a little more….

I miss you Running.

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