Well I’m 4 weeks post op and thankful that the worst is behind me.
Some new developments over the last 2 weeks:
I’ve been able to regain some activity. I’ve been going on long walks again which is nice. Especially having help watching my kiddos, I’m able to take advantage of this time to gain my strength and endurance back, allowing me to feel more like myself again. Thankful to move and gets some exercise.
My range of motion has improved drastically over the last 2 weeks. I can raise my hands all the way up toward the sky, instead of having T-Rex arms, and unable to reach anything above shoulder height.
I can start carrying 10-20 lbs. 20 lbs sounds a little frightening to me right now though. Unfortunately my baby boy, Max (who is now ONE YEAR OLD… *Happy Birthday to my beautiful boy*) is 22 lbs so I need to wait another 2 weeks to hold him. More than anything I’m grateful for people in my life who love my kids, who show them that love and make them feel it, so that they don’t feel this sort of deficit that I was so fearful for. Can’t ask for more than that.
I was SO looking forward to my last expansion fill today at the Surgeon’s office, but unfortunately there was a misunderstanding and I was unable to fill any more without my Plastic Surgeon’s approval, and he wasn’t in today. Looks like I’ll have to wait until my next appointment with him. I’ll get there but I was just so bummed today when I was looking forward to being done with this part of the process and having my desired size! I just can’t wait to be schedule the exchange surgery. It’s going to be amazing to have my permanent boobs and not these expanders.
My appointment with my Surgeon is in a few weeks, where he will discuss the next surgery with me, and put it on the books!
Last post I mentioned that these expanders were uncomfortable, and not so much painful. Yeah… I stand corrected. They’re AWFUL when I sleep. Being vertical is generally fine, but being horizontal just plain sucks. They’re just not built for comfort, and I’m pretty sick of waking up at 1 am in pain and needing to take ibuprofen.
Few more months. I got this!
This ain’t no boob job, folks. This is a staged, involved process that takes you for a real ride physically, mentally and emotionally. But I’ll be done with this process soon(ish) and it’ll be so worth it in the end, for many reasons.
I just pray my sweet babies didn’t get the BRCA2 mutation from me. They each have a 50% chance. I hope Ilana doesn’t have to go through this, but if she does have it, she will know that her Mama went through it, and understand that she has strength in her that is immeasurable and that she is capable of any and all things! Both of them are!
It’s a great day to be alive! Thankful for modern medicine, modern knowledge, family, friends who have been there, and my long walks 🙂
Love to all of you