I HAD A PROCEDURE TO REJUVENATE MY VAGINA—HERE’S WHAT HAPPENED

Inside one mom’s quest to stop wetting her pants.

Confession: I wet my pants. I pee a little when I’m running to catch up with my speedy toddler. I pee a little when I sneeze. Or laugh too hard. And I cannot go near a bouncy house or a trampoline park—they’re my worst nightmare.

I was never a bed-wetter. I never had accidents as a kid. I was NOT the kid who smelled like pee. In fact, everything was fine until I gave birth to my kids. Maybe it’s supposed to be a cosmic lesson in empathy, that when your kids are soiling themselves in diapers, you can’t jump over a puddle or run to catch a train without peeing a little on yourself. I don’t want to be the mom who has to cut in front of my potty training toddler in the bathroom line, chirping, “Mommy first! Then you get to go!”