Boob Update

Because it’s simply been far too long since I’ve talked about my boobs….

First a picture. This was taken on Friday. You can see the signature of the surgeon on my chest. I don’t know what the hell kind of pen she used but it took forever to wash that off. This was just moments before we took the dressing off and discovered that I am now Frankenboob.

Lovely, no?

I went to the doctor on Tuesday to have Jimmy looked at. Turns out Jimmy was/is just the mother of all pimples. I’m supposed to just keep the hot compresses and gentle exfoliation. It’s already getting better. While I was at the doctor, they went ahead and removed my stitches a couple days early because I was healing well enough. I also got cleared to resume normal activities, stop wearing a bra 24/7, and I’m allowed to pick up the girl again!

I am so relieved about that. I wasn’t prepared for what an effect it would have on me to not be able to pick her up. I felt so useless! I’d have to call or IM Jake to come down to put her in her high chair or get her out of her high chair. I’d have to get him to pick her up so I could change her diaper. I couldn’t get her up or put her to bed. The worst part was when she’d cry and hold up her arms to me, wanting me to hold her. I had a brief meltdown on Monday when I didn’t know what to do with myself. I felt weird leaving her home with Jake who needed to be working but I couldn’t take her with me on errands. I was walking around in circles not knowing what to do with myself.

So now I’m free to mother again. Except I might have overdone it today when I took Bridget out to run errands and I hefted the stroller into the back of the truck. Ouch. I’ll have to take it easy again and not do that for a while.

The only lingering issue is that we have a wedding to attend on Saturday and I can’t truss myself into the strapless dress I was planning to wear. I guess that’s ok because my boobs are weird after pregnancy and this was a pre-pregnancy dress. I wasn’t altogether sure I’d have gotten into it anyway. Not comfortably anyway. So I had to buy a new dress, which is fine and I love the dress I bought, but I still need a strapless bra with it. We’ll see how that feels. How weird is that? My pre-pregnancy strapless cocktail dress doesn’t fit now because of my boobs, not my gut. Huh. I never would have guessed that.

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