4 Days Post Op

*So I am 4 days post op.  Friday I went in at 10:00.  Surgery was supposed to start at 11:30 but was delayed because Dr. Mess' first case was delayed.  No problem though.  Not like I was going anywhere without having my surgery done.

As always we started out with the same routine of if I ate or drank.  Was my insurance the same?  Had I been feeling well?  You know...all the random stuff they ask you before they drug you up and start cutting you open.  I was doing great for the most part with managing stress and anxiety.  That was until it really hit me that this was going to be almost the very end of this journey.  The anxiety did pick up a little bit, but I was okay once I was headed in.

Aunt Sandy came out here to take me to my surgery and help me out for a few days.  Andy had an assessment for work that couldn't be rescheduled on Friday, so I didn't expect him to be at the hospital when I woke up, but he was.  So of course that made me overly emotional seeing that my husband made it there to be with me.  Then of course thinking about Mike being stressed out thinking I was going to be a mess like I was after the mastectomy and then Landen being at home so sick.  Everything just made me want to cry.

Surgery took a little more than 3 hours.  I came out of it feeling pretty good other than the nausea.  I honestly think that the oxygen is what makes me nauseous.  It seems like any time they have had the oxygen on me, I just feel so sick.  I'm not totally sure why since oxygen is good for you.

As for the pain, it seemed to be at a minimum....at least until I stood up.  I felt like I was being tore in 2 by my top and my bottom.  That came from having fat grafting done.  So with my new boobs, I was able to get some of my fat gone.  Right now you can't tell from the amount of bruising and swelling, but I'm pretty sure enough was taken to drop me 2 pants sizes.  Can't beat getting a bit of lipo so that my implants will look more natural.

The last couple of days I've been doing fairly well, as long as I don't have to bend over.  I of course am not allowed to be lifting anything, not that I would want to.  It sucks because I want to be able to hold and hug the kids and dogs, but am afraid of them hitting me the wrong way and me being in pain all over again.

So today I went in for my post op appointment.  Dr. Mess said that everything looked good.  She slathered me up with Neosporin and put gauze back on me.  I have to go back next Monday to make sure that all is healing well still.  Even with the scarring, I am very impressed with the shape and feel of the implants.  Eventually they will be more and more squishy and the cleavage will be back to normal, or as normal as possible with implants.

For now that is all that I have for you.  For those of you who are interested, the pics from Friday are with the photos section.  I hope that all of you have a beautiful and blessed day.