My Prolapse Diagnosis Taught Me a Painful Truth: If You Don't Advocate for Yourself, No One Else Will

I walked out of my six-week postpartum checkup with more questions than answers. More fear than confidence.

“It’ll go away on its own.”
“Just don’t lift anything over 20 pounds.”
“You don’t need physical therapy.”

That’s what my OBGYN told me after diagnosing me with prolapse.

And I wanted to believe her. I wanted to trust the system. But deep in my gut, something screamed: this isn’t right.

So I pushed. I asked for a referral to pelvic floor therapy. And I got it.

...except the therapist I saw had zero idea what she was doing. At eight weeks postpartum, she had me jumping. Jumping. I started bleeding again and had to go back to my OB just to make sure I hadn’t seriously injured myself.

And still, I kept going back. Even when my body and intuition were telling me to run. And guess what? She made my prolapse worse.

It wasn’t until I left and found a provider who actually understood prolapse, who actually listened, that I began to truly heal.

And that was only the beginning of the fight.

🚩 I had to find a new OBGYN just to get fitted for a pessary—because mine didn’t think someone "my age" should "need" one.

🚩 I had to push past the dismissal, the "you’ll be fine," the "just give it time" and demand better care.

🚩 I had to research, advocate, question, and fight for the care I should have been given from the start.

Because here’s the hard truth:
✨ No one is coming to save you.
✨ No one will care more about your healing than you do.
✨ You are not crazy for wanting better. You deserve better.

If you’re in the thick of postpartum and feel unseen, unheard, or like you’re just supposed to "deal with it" — please don’t stop advocating for yourself.

Your healing matters.

Your voice matters.

You are not broken.

And you are definitely not alone.

xo, Meagan