The French Government Paid Me To Play A Video Game With My Pussy. Here’s Why. –

I first heard about Kegel exercises from the episode “Sex and the City” I saw when I was a teenager. After I heard Samantha’s noise with them I left with their only benefit being the stretching of her penis. And honestly, I thought only men would benefit from it.

There are many more.

But before my first child was born, I learned the importance of perineal health. After 28 hours of intensive delivery, my cervix did not grow nine centimeters and the scheduled delivery turned into a nightmare as I was rushed to a skin hospital in southern France where I live. I was lying on a maternity bed, surrounded by a group of masked strangers, and my husband James.

Without my permission, the midwife performed an episiotomy – a wound between the vagina and the anus – to give the baby space, and ordered me to climb up. My son’s head and shoulders had been removed, I was already shivering from the seizure caused by eclampsia. My blood pressure rose and my heartbeat quickened. The next morning, after medical intervention, I woke up alive but traumatized.

Eight days after being admitted to the ICU, I was sent home with my son Oslo.

I no longer wanted to go back to that hospital, but I had no choice but to have a six -week postnatal checkup. I grabbed the automatic glass door and wiped away my tears as I walked into the maternity ward.

In the small doctor’s office, unbuttoned, I took off my jeans and underwear and placed my feet on the rods on either side of the table. 12 episiotomy sutures healed, but pain and embarrassment remained ingrained.

When we completed the exam, the gynecologist gave me a prescription for 10 sessions of state-paid perineum re-education that many are familiar to me. French Fathers And immigrants like me swear For post-partum care. I have no idea what they contain, but I don’t care. I don’t want him to touch me or another doctor or midwife again. I was looking for a trash can outside the hospital to pick up the medicine.

With no purpose and no additional landfill care, I quickly realized what can happen when these muscles are no longer strengthened. I started cleaning my pants. My wish is not funny I need to leave now different. If I have to go, I go there.

There’s nothing like getting used to a new country while soaking your pants in the middle of the street. I suddenly found myself browsing the feminine hygiene aisle at a grocery store for adult diapers and pillows at age 27.

Awkwardly I told my French friends, I called my elders in North America and to my surprise, they all had poor perineum health after giving birth. We exchanged our illness stories with text, sending out laughing emotions because each was worse than the other.

A friend revealed that four weeks after giving birth she felt severe pain and felt that her inner part was about to come out. The doctor in the emergency room said she had uterine prolapse. This occurs when the pelvic floor muscles are too weak to provide adequate support for the uterus and it slides in or out of the vagina. She was told that it was a common occurrence for women after giving birth. After that we stopped laughing at the news being shared.

As I talked to my mother, I came to realize more that France is one of the few countries that takes perineum health seriously. Here is re -education It has been paid for by the government since 1985. In other countries, including America and Canada, women They are suffering.

When I gave birth to my second child, less than two years after the first, my doctor gave me the same appointment for 10 free perineum re-education sessions, and this time I strongly supported him.

After six weeks of healing and suture removal, the midwife said I was ready to leave. He used so -called manual training, where he inserted two fingers into my vagina to feel every muscle inside. He explained that the women had Nine muscles That sticks to the perineum and weakens after childbirth.

I thought of my pussy as a flower, each leaf representing a different muscle, then I trained as I held and squeezed them. It was weird at first, but only after two sessions did I physically feel a big difference. When I’m relaxing, I naturally practice at home while breastfeeding, changing diapers or sterilizing bottles.

At lunch, my immigrant friends and I shared our stories. A friend told him he thought of a ball being sucked into his stomach and then turned around letting out his breath. Another friend explained that her midwife used the image of a large castle where her clitoris was a bridge, her labia were long velvet curtains and a canal, her anus.

Although we have all used different methods to re-educate our perineum, we all agree on how important care is after going through the same life change as childbirth.

Now, three months ago, when I gave birth to my third child, I was still in school, just now I was using technology.

I heard French Fathers Stories change in the doctor’s office about a new device for education: a pink electric dildo that measures perineum strength using a video game. Instead of manually measuring my strength, every week my midwife puts in a touch device and I choose to play “for the game” from the tablet.

I could be a racing car, a swimming fish or a rocket. This is how I played Mario Kart with my two children (now 4 and 6 years old). I use my track racing character to use my inner muscles to maneuver various cyber challenges, packing, squeezing, handling and breathing across all obstacles.

If I take my pussy to the gym, it can be as much fun as possible.

Now that the six-week re-education session is over, my midwife says my perineum is healthier than before (And I no longer need adult diapers).

Although it has been almost seven years since my first child was born, when I talk about kids with my North American friends, nothing has changed. Women still experience chronic symptoms of childbirth. So while the French way may seem ridiculous, it’s really serious. “Don’t clean your pants for the rest of your life” shouldn’t be just a luxury for women who are lucky enough to live in a country where postpartum health is taken seriously.

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