That's right this is the Husband of Mrs. Applebottomblues. My wife hasn't posted here in quite some time. So I thought I would dive in, to give my take on how the last year plus has been since my wife went through the bbl (I think that's what it's called). If that is not enough to keep you reading, note that there is a significant update to the process, but that for later. This post may be very long as I just dump a bunch of thoughts out and I’m not going to proof my writing so I apologies in advance for the many typos you are about to endure. I must start all the way back at the beginning. As I think my wife noted she struggled, mightily, with which doctor to choose to do this process. It seemed like every day she was going back and forth between the doctors. I have to admit, I was not a fan of her doing the procedure, I many times pleaded with her to reconsider doing the surgery. I didn't care for the cost and most importantly the risk. I believed we have a great life, great kids and great love life. I struggled with the idea of having her go through the surgery taken on risk of something going wrong and impacting our great life. Ultimately, I caved though, it was very clear she wanted this, badly, she always had. I got on board. As we don't live in LA we had to travel to Dr Dass. My wife took a flight to see him one day before I left. She needed to leave one day earlier to have a pre-op visit. I stayed back with our kids. I left for LA the next day (my mom then watched our kids after I left.) Due to flight options I actually arrived in LA after she went into surgery......big mistake. I was actually in the air when she went under, I would later find out that she was super scared and tried to call me. Obviously, as I was in the air I didn't get her call. Once I got to LA I rushed to facility to see her. I did get there before she woke up...just barely. When she woke up, she was disoriented. The part that took me most by surprise is the lack of time she got to spend in recovery after the procedure, 1 HR!!! I should say this is likely the same with any doctor you choose. In any case, I was not mentally prepared to take to the hotel my wife would had multiple incisions, bloody (very very bloody,) , and could barely walk due to server pain mostly around her mid section. Nonetheless, I had to take her. We had rented a small economy car and booked a hotel close to LAX (which is about 30 mins from Dass in normal traffic). Getting my wife into the car just one hour after the surgery was scary. She was in so much pain, and the car was so small she had to lie face down in the back seat with her knees bent. The drive back to the hotel was the longest drive ever, every little bump in the road caused her paid. I drove as smooth as I possibly could but nothing could keep her from the pain. While I'm on the subject, be sure to bring lots of towels to lay in the car....to catch all the BLOOD! Or buy insurance for the rental car. When we arrived at the hotel, I parked right out front, to make the walk the shortest back to our room. I had to help her get out of the car very very gingerly, once I got her standing. We proceeded to walk into the hotel. Now picture this, me walking a bloody women who is walking extremely slowly (like 85 old lady slow) into a nice hotel. EVERYBODY, I mean EVERYBODY!! was looking at us. One of the people at the hotel came up and asked if we wanted a wheel chair...I told them "My wife just had back surgery and cant sit down". I didn't want people to judge her for having this surgery. Plus it's easier to say than "she just had Kim K work and cant sit on it". We finally make it to our room, and she is exhausted from the drive and the walk and needs to lay down. But she can't lay down on her own do to the pain. Most anyway I try to help her lay down also causes pain. So we came up with a trick...which we used for at least the first week after surgery. I would have her face the bed with her knees touching the bead. I would then get on my hands and knees on the bed just in front of her, so that my ribs are just under her boobs, my feet to her left and my head to her right (hopefully I'm painting the picture well for you). She would start to lean into me, as she did I would slowly lower myself and she would in turn lower. Until which point I was nearly flat on the bead, with her on top of me. Once she got down to the bed, she would hold her self up with her arms and I would slide out so she could lay all the way down. Now only half of her (the top half) is on the bead. I would then put an ottoman under her legs......that's how she spent the first day at the hotel. Seeing my wife in this stated was hard, very hard. That first day I would have given anything to go back in time and undo the surgery. That first day I worried all the things I feared were coming true. That this surgery had destroyed our life. I the next several days at the hotel I spent everyday tending to her. Changing her pads (to soak up the blood), helping her go to the bathroom, helping her to get up and walk every few hours, getting her food, everything. After several days at the hotel, it was finally time to go home. The travel home was also a challenge. We had to drop the rental car off (went through that same struggle where every bump hurt, etc) and take a shuttle to the airport. But she couldn’t sit on the shuttle. Once we got to the airport we had to get through LAX, keep in mind she is still just taking little baby steps. So it took forever to get to our terminal (again with lots of people stopping us along the way to ask if we wanted to use a wheelchair). The airplane was also a challenge, she had to sit on the airplane but of course she’s not allowed to sit on her new a$$. So she squatted on the plane just enough to get her seat belt on and I helped her keep her butt off the seat. I put my elbow on the armrest between us and put my hand under her armpit to help keep her up. We did that until we got in air and the captain turned off the seatbelt sign. She then went to the back of the plain and stoodup until landing. Once we got home I hoped things would get better, but my wife really struggled with not being able to sit down. The day I had to return to work which was probably 7 days after surgery, she broke down. She was in tears, she was still in plenty of pain, she had been relying on me to function. But I had to go to work. That was the day I bought her the chair (I think she has a post on that chair). I remembered seeing another girl on a blog that had a chair with the butt cut out. As stupid as this sounds, that chair was the turning point. It made all the difference in the world!! Being able to sit changed her psyche and in turn helped me see that she was progressing. I would highly recommend getting a chair that you can cut the seat out of. I think I found her’s at Target. When she returned to work she still was not at a point where she was able to sit. So she had to get a sit to stand desk. As you can imagine standing all day at work was draining. We are very lucky that I work just across the street from my wife, so we could carpool and I would come to her work 2 two or three times a day so she could lay down in our car so she could get off her feet for a bit. (ok, this is turning into a long post so I’m going to fast forward). After she had fully recovered from her surgery, her confidence was very high. She loved her new body. More importantly….I LOVED HER NEW BODY ?. I will say that Dr. Dass did a great job, the before and after pictures don’t do her justice. She looks amazing. If I’m honest, I’m more attracted to my wife post surgery. Please Please don’t get me wrong I was attracted to her pre-surgery. But now it’s like whoa!! Our sex life has been even better post surgery. She loves shopping for clothes and everything looks great on her, I frequently catch myself just looking at her and thinking how stunning she is now. I can say now the surgery was the right decision. It helped her feel better about herself and in turn I believe our relationship is better. At the very beginning of this process I hated the idea of cosmetic surgery, I probably even carried some level of judgment for those who had done a procedure. But I’ve learned, the surgery can have a positive impact. It did for us. Now for the update…..as I write this post we are back in LA in that same hotel we were a year ago. My wife just had a second surgery with Dass yesterday. This was more of a touch-up, I’ll encourage her to post about this procedure. Please know however this is not a result of something Dass messed up the first time. He did a great job the first time. IMO she didn’t need the second procedure, she looked amazing before. I really didn’t want to do this second one, but she’s my life and I’m going to be here for her. She’s promised me this is it. I believe her and trust her.