So Far So Good - West Hollywood, CA
I didnt become active on RS until I had already...
I didnt become active on RS until I had already begun my recovery. I had tons of "is this normal" questions that I of course called and asked my surgeon first, but also wanted to here other peoples experiences with my issues/ questions. Very helpful, I must say.
According to my surgeon I already had "the shape" but babies had deflated my once pronounced booty and I becoming depressed looking at it. The fat around my midsection and upper back convinced me I was def going to get lippo. But why let tht good fat go to waste? So without much research my mind to have BBL was made up. Deciding on a surgeon was another issue, that took some time. I checked credentials, called previous office locations, looked at 100's of before & afters, researched technique ect. Summing it up, I finally settled on my chosen surgeon.
Consultation went well, labs were fine. I had my BFF visiting for the first Few days post op. Kids were taken care of and out of school to avoid driving to and from. Boppy pillow in the car, fridge stocked, house cleaned, laundry done, and comfy clothes laid out. I was ready to go.
The morning of my surgery, the important staff members were super nice and reassuring. (I didnt too much appreciate the nurses in the hallway gossiping about previous patients) But the doctor made his appearance and all was well again. He marked me up, answered my last minute concerns, told me Id be fine and I as on my way. The last thing I remember thinking was directed at God "Please wake me up so I can kiss my kids."
Then what seemed like 6 mins later (really 4-5 hours later) I woke up ON MY BACK! 3 things went through my mind. 1.) Pain! 2.) Thank God Im Alive 3.) Turn Me Over, You're Killing My Fat! Lol. And In that order (Mama D voice hahaha)
Just from comparing myself to others photographs...
My best friend was an absolute angel who happens to be a hospice nurse ;) She took great care of me and ANYTHING I needed (sparing u the TMI details) she cooked/ cleaned and cared for my children. I was sad to see her go, but it pushed me to get up and get things movin myself. By day 4 I was walking maybe a half mile aroud the block and back. By day 7 I was walking 1.25 miles to Starbucks and 1.25 miles back, yes it was THAT serious and I refused to drive. Day 10, I had to drive a short distance to get my son his haircut and drop him off at practice. With my boppy pillow set up, I went to sit down and instantly felt strange/ uneasy. It felt like packing bubbles pop pop popping under my butt and I completely freaked out. I got as comfortable as I could, putting most of my weight on my left leg (basically standing up on it while driving) and the rest of my weight on my right forearm/ elbow that was resting on the center console also pushing up. Unsafe as h*ll! And I havent driven since.
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