Recovery...

This post is continued on from the previous one & onto recovery...

After returning home from surgery Friday, my sister-in-law left & my mom showed up to take Grant to her house for the night. The following day (sometime in the evening), Joey took me to my parents to stay for Saturday night & took Grant home with home with him. I came home Sunday & then Joey was home with Grant & I both through Tuesday. He had to go back to work Wednesday.I must say that he was more than wonderful & even better than I thought he would be. I had cleaned the house & caught up on all laundry prior to surgery, but he was on top of it keeping it up. He kept the house spotless & kept up with the laundry & dishes. He pretty much pampered me as well. He kept track of the different medications & pain meds & let me sleep whenever I wanted for however long I wanted. He was also on top of caring for all my wounds & emptying my drain (I wore on my right side for four days). He was constantly asking to get me something to drink or fixing me something to eat. He did all of this while keeping up with a very busy little boy who never lets him even sit down! It was hard to know he'd be going back to work, but I already knew my family would be wonderful. The following few days, my mom or mother-in-law would arrive before Grant was up then keep him entertained all day by either taking him to the park or library or to their own houses while I napped & relaxed at home. Once Joey got home from work, he took over. By Friday (one week) I was ready to get out of the house went with my MIL & Grant to her house for the day. Then on Saturday I did the same thing & went to my parents w/ my mom & Grant. (Joey ended up having to work Saturday then helped his sister move). Sunday I hung out with my momma & we went to get pedicures while Joey took Grant up to the motorcycle club & then to his parents to play. This week my MIL & mom are switching every other day... they come before Grant gets up & we do whatever during the day until Joey is home.

Sorry, to bore you with all those details, but I just wanted to jot down how things went for myself. (This blog is a bit of a journal for me).

To get to the good stuff... the first Monday, following surgery, Joey & I went to my first post op where I finally got to see the results! She took off my cast/binder type thing & my bra then removed the drain. I was amazed at how good & EVEN they already looked. I didn't get more than a peek with a hand mirror because she didn't want me sitting up right away after removing the drain. She dressed everything up with ointment & went over how to care for my incisions. For those who are curious, on my right breast, I am cut starting from my armpit through the whole bottom of my breast. Then I'm cut around the nipple (which was resized & lifted) & then from the bottom of the nipple & straight down to to underneath my breast. The left side only needed a lift so I am only stiched around the nipple. During my appointment, she explained more about my surgery & told me the my left breast was much easier than expected & ended up taking alot less time than she imagined it would, but my that I made her work for the right breast. lol We got there though & I am still amazed at how wonderful they turned out & already look. I have even teared up a few times over it all. I think its mostly because I have never had even breasts since the time I developed & now they are even & perky too! hehe (too much info? Get off my blog!! ha) My next appointment was on Thursday & my mom took me. It was fun to have her with me because she had a full reduction on both sides four & a half years ago by the same surgeon. The break down of recorvery is... I have to continue to wear my sports bra thing that buckles in the front for atleast 3 more weeks. I have to frequently put healing ointment on all my incision & next week I start using a special scar cream on them & have to massage it into all the incisions several times a day. (The cream is AMAZING... my moms scars are hardly visible at all)! I can't lift hardly anything heavy & have to be careful with reaching. This is all for the next 3 weeks & then I see my surgeon again & we go from there. I have to say, I feel much better than I thought I would- pain wise, which is great because I don't tolerate the pain pills very good at all. I am suprised at how much more tired I am & have to constantly remind myself that my body is working hard to heal & that is what is taking my energy. The hardest part about it all is not being able to lift my boy! I miss it so much & almost forget that I can't pick him up a billion times a day. I know this will all pass quickly & he won't even remember this time though. He has been the sweetest thing in the whole world & will kiss me, sit by me or do most things I ask. He seems to understand it & has been extra loving to me. This is my last week off before I return to school & that is what scares me the very most...
Thanks to everyone who has called, text, kept us in your prayers, & brought meals! I love you all!!