Vaginal pain & scarring?

Im a 20 years old female. I am STD free. very clean. have had the same sexual partner for 4 years and is the father of my child. i had 1 abnormal pap smear and that was when iwas 16. i had pre cancer cells on my cervix. they froze and cut them off and every pap smear i had since then has come back normal. I have two year old son. while i was pregnant with him a started having sharp stabbing pains in my vagina at random times. they would only last a few seconds. after i had my son, these pains continued. after two years i continue to have them. i also i had quite a bit of tearing when i was giving birth to my son. it took a while to heal. but two years later i went to doctor because of these sharp pains and she said it was from all the scar tissue. i sometimes experience pain during intercourse which she also blamed on the scar tissue. after two years i would think that a SCAR wouldnt cause any problems. she didnt give me a prescription for anything so im assuming nothing can be done about it. i also suffer from VERY frequent urinary tract infections since i was a small child. as soon as i get rid of one a few days later its back. i drink plenty of water and cranberry juice and avoid baths. idont know if the UTI's have anything to do with the pain or not. ive also researched symptoms of pelvic inflamitory disease and im beginning to think i may have that. any suggestions or advice on what to do or what this could be would be MUCHLY appreciated.

maybe youi should see doctor

>>2she said it was from all the scar tissue.  she didnt give me a prescription for anything so im assuming nothing can be done about it.any suggestions or advice on what to do or what this could be would be MUCHLY appreciated.

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Frieda and Paul went to an inn outside Salzburg for their honeymoon, a beautiful old castle on a lovely lake, surrounded by meadows and woods. Frieda had gone over the honeymoonnight scene a hundred times in her mind. Paul would lock the door and take her into his arms and murmur sweet endearments as he began to undress her. His lips would find hers and then slowly move down her naked body, the way they did it in all the little green books she had secretly read. His organ would be hard and erect and proud, like a German banner, and Paul would carry her to the bed (perhaps it would be safer if he walked her to it) and tenderly lay her down. Mem Gott, Frieda, he would say. I love your body. You are not like those skinny little girls. You have the body of a woman. The actuality came as a shock. It was true that when they reached their room, Paul locked the door. After that, the reality was a stranger to the dream. As Frieda-watched, Paul quickly stripped off his shirt, revealing a high, thin, hairless chest. Then he pulled down his pants. Between his legs lay a limp, tiny penis, hidden by a foreskin. It did not resemble in any way the exciting pictures Frieda had seen. Paul stretched out on the bed, waiting for her, and Frieda realized that he expected her to undress herself. Slowly, she began to take off her clothes. Well, size is not everything, Frieda thought. Paul will be a wonderful lover. Moments later, the trembling bride joined her groom on the marital bed. While she was waiting for him to say something romantic, Paul rolled over on top of her, made a few thrusts inside her, and rolled off again. For the stunned bride, it was finished before it began. As for Paul, his few previous sexual experiences had been with the whores of Munich, and he was reaching for his wallet when he remembered that he no longer had to pay for it. From now on it was free. Long after Paul had fallen asleep, Frieda lay in bed, trying not to think about her disappointment. Sex is not every she told herself. My Paul will make a wonderful husband.

>>3
they can do things with lasers now; it's incredible

>>1
What you need is some good ole' fashion FISTING.