Earlier this week, I wrote about a beautiful moment my son and I shared on our trampoline.
It was a very sweet moment. It was a fun moment! We were doing something active together, and laughing like crazy.
NEVER EVER, EVER AGAIN.
That was Tuesday. On Wednesday, I couldn’t walk.
First off, bouncing on a trampoline after you’ve had two children is NOT a comfortable experience.
(I won’t go into the details, but let’s just say that I am no slouch with doing my Kegel exercises, and they didn’t help.)
Secondly, if you’ve ever had back problems, issues with your sciatic nerve, or anything of that sort, trampoline bouncing is a BAD IDEA.
Stiff as a Board, NOT Light as a Feather
I woke up Wednesday morning with pain shooting down my left buttock (*giggle*) and into my leg.
As a result, my whole lower back seized up as if to protect the discs and nerves, but of course that only made it worse. I was stiff as could be, and walked around standing bolt upright in a rather unnatural fashion.
Wednesday was therefore a day of ibuprofen, hot and cold packs, and a lovely massage from my Chico in the evening.
We’ll Have Other Moments
Bouncing on the trampoline with the Bug is a memory I will always cherish.
But I’m sure there are other ways to create cherished memories without causing myself grievous bodily harm.
No. More. Trampoline.