Granulation Rides Again: My Extra Tissue, Round Two

As you may all remember, I recently had a procedure done to correct some granulation tissue that had formed somewhere just inside my vagina, due to my body’s over-healing itself after Mr. Sweetie was born. You may even remember that the procedure was cauterization of the tissue using silver nitrate (ouch!).

Unfortunately for me, when I went to my follow-up appointment, things were not as I had hoped. The tissue seemed to have been basically unaffected by the cauterization.

“Can we just cauterize it again?” I’d asked my nurse, really crossing all my fingers and toes. I knew that the three other options I would be staring down the barrel of were surgery, nothing and waiting for it to just fall off in some faraway time, or having it cut out.

“Unfortunately, I don’t see just more cauterization doing anything else for you, really. If you want me to treat it today, I am able to perform the removal of it by cutting it out, and then cauterizing the wound to close it up.”

My heart sank. But, after months of painful sex completely devoid of enjoyment, I wanted to hurry up and get it over with. And I had already decided, way back at my first appointment when the nurse had diagnosed me, that surgery was not an option.

What did I do?

I told her to go ahead and do it.

She gave me some topical numbing gel to rub on myself, while she prepared the local anesthetic in the needle. Needle?! Those are my Kryptonite!

To add to the circus, I hadn’t had anyone to watch Mr. Sweetie that day, so he came along, too, and had been doing okay playing on the floor, until right when she was about to inject me with anesthetic using the Tool of Doom.

“I’ve had to do this before,” she reassured me, picking Mr. Sweetie up and handing him to me as I lay on the small bed on my back. “We’ll just put him on your chest.”

Silently, I prayed to any benevolent and omnipotent being that would have me for my squirmy son to be still, and for her hands to be stable. I pushed ideas of a horribly mutilated vagina out of my head and took a deep breath.

He was very squirmy. I tried my best to relax amidst restraining his flails and the terrible sharpness as the anesthetic flowed through the needle and into my sensitive tissue. I couldn’t help it – I flinched just the slightest.

She frowned a little. “I want to give you some more. You moved a tiny bit, and not much came out.”

“Okay,” I trembled out, feeling bummed as I braced myself for another round.

The actual removal of the tissue was over before I knew it, the faint echo of the silver nitrate that followed, with its slow burn, barely audible through the medicine.

“Wanna see?” She held the small container with my little nub of sliced-off tissue inside towards me before I could say anything.

I love this woman.

I decided I’d better take a look, seeing as how I was going to be in nursing school and would need to get used to things like this.

I peeked at it. It looked like a little twig made of skin.

“I have to send this to the lab,” she said, “but don’t worry. I’m sure it’s not cancerous. It’s just policy.”

I nodded, and released the little piece of me back to her.

“That should do it!” She said, cheerfully. “You did great.”

“Thanks,” I managed, paid her, and waddled out.

That was a few weeks ago. I have since had sex which ended in an orgasm for me for the first time in over a year, and it was amazing! No bleeding anymore, and things felt good, in general. But there was still a slight burning feeling afterwards.

I love that I got to text her and tell her about my experience, in detail. She advised me to try a little estrogen cream, saying it was possible the issue now was just a little dryness that lube wasn’t fixing.

“It won’t make you start your period, and it won’t affect your milk supply,” she said. “I don’t think you’ll have to use it for very long, either. Typically, it’s like jumper cables for your vagina. All of a sudden, your body remembers that it normally produces estrogen, and it will continue to produce it on its own.”

She even got me some sample tubes, so I didn’t have to buy a tub, which she said were pretty expensive. What a gal! She told me to apply a little internally and externally three times a week for two weeks, and to let her know how everything feels.

So that’s where I’m at, mamis. About a week into using the cream. I haven’t put it to the test yet, but I will soon! I am really looking forward to the day when my poor vagina is all back to normal. But, after all of this, I have concluded, if it is still not happy, I am going to just let my body decide when normal happens again.

Have you had any difficulties with sex after having a baby? Please leave us a comment and let other mamis know they aren’t alone!


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Mami is an artist, aspiring entrepreneur, and first-time, full-time mother. She enjoys long walks with Mr. Sweetie, good food and cooking, her family and dear friends, writing, arting and crafting. She doesn't know everything, but wants to learn, and loves to do research and share what she finds. She thinks life is like a box of puzzle pieces: you keep trying until it fits, because every piece has its place. She owns and operates whatever she sets her mind to, and knows that the sky is only the limit if you haven't left the ground yet.

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