No one prepared me for how a triplet pregnancy would affect my body. Doctors used medical terms like “pelvic floor complications” and “extended postpartum recovery.” I had a much simpler explanation: Sometimes, especially when I sneezed, laughed too hard, or lifted something heavy, my body just didn’t cooperate like it used to.
It was humiliating, but it wasn’t something I chose. I was still recovering from giving birth to three children.
On the heavier days, I wore discreet protective underwear. I kept the package hidden under folded towels in our upstairs bathroom. Only my husband, Richard, knew where it was.
At first, Richard would occasionally joke with me. I laughed with him because I convinced myself that was just how we communicated. If I laughed too, maybe it meant we were still on the same page.
However, over time his jokes became increasingly harsh.
Especially when other people were present.
