Dead Vagina Walking



I’m not great with dates. I can never remember minutiae like Thanksgiving is the fourth Thursday of November or that New Years Day is exactly one week after Christmas. The individuals who know when Harvest Moons and Daylight Saving Time occur must be calendar makers or descendants of Nostradamus. If it weren’t for computerized alerts, I’d never be aware of birthdays, anniversaries, or the days Oprah is giving away gold-coated Maytags and half-sisters. The one date I can always remember – after three pregnancies in as many years – is the one that falls six weeks after delivery: The six week postpartum checkup.

It’s the appointment in which the OB will stare at your nethers under the glare of a strobe light mounted to a hardhat as she asks leading questions to discern how many times you’ve fallen down the stairs in a fit of delirium and how closely you identify with the movie The Omen. As you gently hint at the likelihood of getting a script for Tylenol PM for Infants, your doctor will smile at you, offer congratulations for your bundle of colic, and will utter the one sentence you are – no matter what her speculum says – entirely unprepared to hear:

You can resume sexual activity now.

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Your Gone Fishin’ sign was just yanked right off your vagina. Mayan Year 2010 hit your private parts. If this visit follows the birth of your first baby, your husband is likely standing beside the table as this news is delivered. The grin to spread across his face will outstretch the one you saw when he was first handed his newborn child. The smile fades as he witnesses your descent through The Five Stages of Grief, all of which occur in dramatic flair with your knees still touching opposite coastlines.

Denial. “I think you have the wrong file. I just delivered a baby. A human. See, that’s her right there. That was inside of my body until she tore her way through it, like a goddamn Trojan Horse. Are you certain you went to medical school?”

Anger. “Why did you ask me here? I was told by a woman I work with that you were going to give me happy pills at this appointment, not tell me I need to be having sex with… (unsubtle head tilt in partner’s direction). And I would like my underwear back now.”

Bargaining. “Listen, I may have overreacted. Let’s find some middle ground. You pop a couple of those episiotomy stitches down there and I’ll tell all of my friends with yeast infections to come see you. Deal?”

Depression. The utterance of words during the passage through this phase ceases altogether as you consider that the only moments your day permits for a shower and a status update on Facebook have been stolen.

Acceptance. You nod slowly, shifting your eyes from the doctor, to the baby, to your husband, understanding that all are working in chorus to destroy your personal anatomy and your DVR queue.

You exit the physician’s office, quite possibly still wearing the oversized Maxi pads you absconded with from the hospital, with a slow and wearied gate. Dead Vagina Walking. Your husband, on the other hand, has a buoyancy to his step and is already suggestively whistling something by Marvin Gaye.

This is when the calendar floats into your consciousness again. Whatever day this six week postpartum check falls on – a Tuesday, a Friday, May, December – is the day that will be listed on your tombstone. This is the day you’re going to die. Your friends and family will eulogize your life with somber nods, “She endured too much. Sleeplessness, poor oral hygiene, elasticized waistbands, a diet of fistfuls of cereal. Despite this, her doctor told her she was ready for exercise and sex. It was too much to bear.”

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Too much is exactly what it is. A nurse once whispered in my ear, upon walking out the door with my firstborn child, to be wary of the six week post-delivery time as this is the period babies present colic, when postpartum depression rears its vicious head, and – tragically – when the help and casseroles from those around you disappear. The weight of these stressors only compounds when your husband starts in with the bedroom eyes. It’s not that you don’t appreciate those eyes. May God grant Sainthood to the man who can see beyond the facade of sagging skin and stretch marks to the woman he was attracted to once before. It’s not that you don’t love your husband. It has very little to do with him actually. Your body has been hijacked by hormones, your erogenous zones assassinated by nursing, and your ability to lay prone in the dark without falling comatose has been lost. And you’re a bit terrified because your lady innards still feel a lot like Hiroshima must have looked after the A-bomb.

However, he will start dry humping your leg like an un-neutered Jack Russell Terrier if you continue to cite ‘funky stuff you don’t want to even know about down there’ as your reason for celibacy. He will start to suspect you’re stretching the truth when you say you’re considering a Divine calling to join a Roman convent. Even you understand, with the small portion of brain matter you’ve got left, that reuniting may make you begin to feel more like your old self. You’ve weathered pregnancy and delivery together without any casualties, thus there must be hope for the same outcome in the bedroom. After all, isn’t marriage about compromise and leaps of faith?

But it’s completely fair to say you’re not taking your sweatpants off.

Related post: New Mom Misery


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  1. Skinny Mom's Kitchen says

    OMG!!!!!!! I was sooooo there with you!!! I don’t even remember when we started having sex after I gave birth but I am positive it was way longer than 6 weeks.


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  2. Krista says

    oh, yes. sex 6 weeks after a baby is scary on so many levels. i was convinced my lady bits would never be the same after i delivered my first. and at 6 weeks wanted nothing to do with sex.

    Super funny post. I laughed out loud while feeding my 3 week old second child. in 3 more weeks it might not be quite so funny….

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  3. OHN says

    I thought my blog reader list was complete. As of right now, this blogger will be added. If she were to run for President….every woman would vote for her.

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  4. Angel says

    Ok with my first one I was single so it wasn’t even a concern. With my second umm yeah.. well let’s just say I was ready before 6 weeks. And the same with the 3rd. Of course let me also add that I have an amazing husband who quite possibly loved the children more then I. It was nothing for him to draw me a hot bath or shower while walking a colicky newborn. His absolute devotion and help with the baby made him sexier then ever in my eyes. Even when he was changing one diaper and lil man proceeded to poop in the wet wipe being used to clean him up.

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    • Dead man walking says

      Thank God one woman on here sees sex as something for her, too. Reading the opinions you’d think this was an annoying obligation for women, victims of selfish partners. OMG ladies, if you feel that way, let the poor man go – you won’t have to fulfill your obligations again and he can get something mother nature instilled in him as a primal desire. She instilled it in you too, until you turned it off (no, you won’t get a prize on judgement day for how many times you managed to avoid it). No disrespect to the wonderful Angel here, who actually is in touch with her OWN needs.

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      • Mom of 2 vagina blasters says

        Hey now, I love sex but at 6 weeks out from delivery with my first I still couldn’t sit in the car for more than 20 minutes because it hurt so bad. So it was many more weeks until I had sex and I was terrified. Maybe you lucked out and didn’t tear but most women do so give us a break. Judge much?

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        • Elise says

          I’m fairly certain that response came from a man (“Dead Man Walking”) in which case I would have been far less polite in my response.

          Dead Man- If you ever squeeze a baby out then you can have a say, until then we’d all ask that you shut the hell up. You have no idea what giving birth (or the aftermath) is like and therefore you should have absolutely no say in when a woman is comfortable enough to have sex with her husband again after giving birth.

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      • Likes it says

        I have given birth. My first was 8 pound 8 ounces. No drugs. 100% natural. 23 hours of HARD ass labor. I made it a week before I wanted to do it. Fuck the stitches, I tore like no ones business. I had one hole. ONE! Have you ever been stitched up without ANY thing to numb you? It fetching hurts! There is not even a cute baby after to make it all better!
        Seriously, I made it a week. A WEEK! Just make sure there is plenty of lube, feels so MUCH BETTER after than before! Sex is amazing!

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      • Beatrice says

        Maybe it wasn’t clear for someone who hasn’t given birth. But the author was not referring to sex in general. She’s talking specifically about post-partum sex, which, after vaginal delivery can be scary. My OB actually said to wait at least 2 more weeks at my 6-week check-up (sigh of relief! Not because I don’t love or desire my husband, but because I was in pain! And I felt I was still a mess). After my first, sex was painful for me for about 6 months. Thankfully my husband is more evolved than you and would not leave me for another woman just for having to wait a few weeks until his wife recovers, he can see the bigger picture. And he would want for sex to be enjoyable for me too, so all the more reason to give me a few extra weeks to feel up to it.

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      • Alyssa says

        Yes I agree I completely. I have my six week check up next week and I am DYING to get the green light to get it on! I mean, I’m delirious from lack of sleep and need a spa day BAD and have zero sex appeal but my boyfriend is still super attracted to me so I am excited to get the okay. Also he put on more lbs than I did during pregnancy and it looks pretty good on him. So I’m always checkin his ass out. Haha

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    • Lisa says

      With my first I waited the 6 weeks, but exactly a year later, I only waited 2 and now we’re working on #5 due in May and I don’t plan on waiting very long!

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  5. From Belgium says

    ‘Dead vagina walking’ I am rolling around on the office laughing my head and I don’t care if the coworkers think I am crazy.
    Do you now how I got rid of beggin bedroom eyes? I asked him: ‘do you think you will be able to stop picturing the baby comming out’. His face turned the same ashen gray as it was in the delivery room, at once!

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  6. Vinobaby says

    Fabulous and oh so true.

    I was grateful my OB had me wait 10 weeks after that creep show called birth. He took one look at that double episiotomy, slowly shook his head and granted me a slight reprieve…not long enough though.

    Thanks for a hearty laugh this morning.

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  7. Lynn MacDonald (All Fooked Up) says

    Hahaha…great post! It was so long ago for me that there’s no way I can remember the details but I’m quite sure that there was some police tape with a gigantic DO NOT ENTER written around my nether regions for quite some time.

    Of course, I was pregnant within six months so apparently, NOT QUITE LONG ENOUGH.

    I didn’t think it was ossicle to get pregnant that fast without trying. In a word.

    EMBARRASSING!!! Oh well…great post…and funny too!!

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  8. DomesticatedGal says

    Yeah, I’ll confess….we jumped the 6 week gun. Or tried to. Fortunately, the Little Man had some infant-sonar and knew Exactly when to start crying unconsolably. Each and Every time.

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