I had struggled with questions surrounding my first-ever (and hopefully only) c-section birth. Once Malachi was born, not all of my symptoms disappeared. I remember telling my sister that my arms just hurt.
And when he was just a few weeks old, I started feeling the leg pain. I think I noticed it first when I was driving. Deep, burning pain in the middle of my left thigh. I just figured I had strained it and didn’t think another thing about it.
It happened again. And again. I still ignored it.
After a week of increasing pain, I told my husband. The pain didn’t get much worse, but it wasn’t going away either. We finally called our practitioner, who said we needed to get an MRI immediately. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of this, so I gave it another week or two to go away. When it didn’t, I gave in to the MRI.
It was a stress fracture, they said.
And with no reason for a fracture, since I hadn’t run since the half marathon in 2014, we needed to investigate why this had happened on an otherwise healthy 39 year old woman.
Blood tests looked good, but not surprisingly, showed vitamin D deficiency. And we did a bone density scan. The diagnosis was not surprising, but a little hard to accept: osteopenia and osteoporosis. The news was better than our worst fear, but the recovery was not going to be overnight, either.
I’ve entered the long season of recovery time for Pregnancy and Lactation-Associated Osteoporosis (most common in first pregnancies, but can be seen in subsequent ones) . The treatment, although slow, is fairly simple: rest and vitamin D and calcium supplements.
Here’s hoping to a super quick recovery, but in the meantime, I am doing my best to stay positive and highlight the many lessons for our family in the process.
The first one?
I WANT to be here. I WANT to run this race.