BBL RESULTS 6 YEARS LATER!

I've been through so much since my last update, I don't even know where to start. Husband and I got into a very very bad fight the last day we were in GA so I told him to go back to the ME and leave me and the baby alone cuz we don't need him! Well, he actually did leave. He took the rental car and drove to the airport. I regretted my words as soon as I spoke them but I just didn't want to fight anymore, I couldn't take it. I was upstairs with multiple suitcases, the baby, and tons of stuff he left behind...I was overwhelmed. I couldn't believe he actually left. How the hell was I going to do this on my own? I could barely walk! It was day 11 for me. It was a miserable miserable time. I painstakingly brought each suitcase down the stairs while watching the baby. I had to clean up the house and pack everything. There was too much stuff so I had to leave many things behind because I simply could not fit it (DVD player, towels, bottles, etc.). I felt frustrated and sad and angry. I ordered a van to fit all of this stuff and take us to the Amtrak station. The driver showed up over a half an hour late. He didn't have a van, he came in a towncar. Then he got lost to the Amtrak station. Once we finally arrived, the road was blocked, so we had to drag all of the luggage and stuff up the hill. I wanted to scream and leave my body.

All I kept telling myself while I was waiting in the station is "don't worry, once we get on the train it will be ok. You can lay down with the baby and relax. It will be ok." Finally the train arrives, early even! Yay! I walked down the track to my sleeper car. I paid $700 for a sleeper car room so I can lay down with the baby and have some privacy---it is a 14 hour ride up to DC. I give my ticket and the guys just look at me and say "oh nobody told you?" I was confused and like "what?" They tried to explain something to me but everything went in slow motion as I stand there on the track, completely exhausted and sweaty, with the baby in the stroller. Apparently there had been a fire in MY sleeper car only and I would NOT be getting a room. I wanted to die!!!! I held back my tears but I felt like collapsing. I HAD TO SIT AND RIDE COACH WITH MY LITTLE BABY FOR 14 HOURS!!!
The conductors and the train employees were cold and unhelpful; I got shown to my seat. This was way worse than a 2 hour plane ride, wtf was I going to do?? I laid the baby across the two seat and kneeled down on the floor beside him and just wept and wept. I cried for several hours that night. I could not control myself. The ride was horrible, the train freezing. I did not eat or drink anything because I did not want to have to go to the bathroom. Who would watch my baby?? I was starving and thirsty and feeling as low as I possibly could get. Kneeling on the floor for hours caused my knees to blow up like balloons and my legs got stiff. I tried to sit on the boppy pillow and it was excruciating!! That made me cry even more and all I could think about was how many fat cells I was killing and how I paid for this surgery for nothing now. The entire ride went like this. Kneeling, laying across the seat on my stomach, crumpled up like a bent tree branch, standing up, trying to lay on my back on the boppy or on my side on the boppy but having to move because the pain and discomfort was unbearable. My innocent sweet little baby was an angel, he must have known. He lay sleeping on the seat all night and only woke for a diaper change or some milk. He was a blessing for me, my darling love. I was in agony and swore I would never forget the discomfort and torture I endured for 14 hours of not being able to rest and being completely exhausted. I slept on my knees in 5-10 minute increments. It was god awful and I thought I would not make it through.
We finally arrived in VA and the cab to take us to the hotel was late. We wait and wait and wait. Once we arrive to the hotel they tell me we cannot check in for 2 or 3 hours!!!!!!!! I wanted to pass out right there and just shook my head because that is just my luck. Once we got to the room, I immediately stripped me and the baby down and scrubbed ourselves in the shower. I laid him down with me in bed and we rest. Finally. The room is spinning and I cannot sleep. I feel like I am still on the train. I am hating my life.
I feel like I ruined any fat I had in my ass and hips from that one train ride. I have been pretty good about not sitting or sleeping on my back but this [RS bleep] is getting really really really old. I have not had a good night's sleep since before the surgery. I am a side and back sleeper and you can do neither of these things after this surgery.
My ass has gone down about 85%. I am disgusted with this whole process. I am still wearing the garment but I have modified it by cutting holes out for the hips and cutting it to the knees. I need to breathe! Since I was in a hotel in the city for about a week, I did a lot of walking around with the baby, sometimes for hours. I read that this can also be detrimental to the fat cells (I did not know this) but I was tired of doing nothing. What pissed me off and angered me the most was all of the restaurants I could not partake in, movies I cannot go watch, cars I cannot drive, and breaks I cannot take. I felt like the walking dead, destined to roam the earth with no rest at all, never stopping. This surgery is [RS bleep] I do not know how some girls are managing to avoid all sitting and normalcy for 6 weeks!! Lunacy!!
Now I am finally in my apartment with the baby (this was another nightmare I will not tell you about simply because I am tired of typing), I just got internet hooked up today. It has been horrible being alone here with no phone or way to contact anyone. Very lonely. This was husband's fault because he did not sign the lease when the realtor asked him to so she canceled my cable installation. This snowballed into me waiting 2 days after that to have internet and cable and a phone. I am beyond angry. I almost ran out of wipes for the baby, got my period and had nothing for it, and I had no food in the house. Things are ok now, thank God. I do not know how I am managing any of this, I feel like I am outside of my own body looking down and watching this madness that is my life .

I know you all want to see photos of my butt. I will post some soon. Dr. J did great lipo around my waist and back area, and he took care of my bra rolls pretty well. My inner thighs and arms I am unhappy with. I felt he could have done much more and it didn't make much difference. I am still full of scar tissue and very tight. This surgery is a serious commitment and requires you to have no life whatsoever for about a month and a half. Who can honestly do this?

Feeling ok today. The swelling is going down, I have not switched from a large garment to a smaller one but I am on the 2nd row of hooks. I have ordered a few garments from classicshapewear.com. Check out this website, it has many options for us that I think are much more comfortable than the sandpaper [RS bleep] that lipoexpress has to offer. My scar tissue is still tight and hard, it is especially noticeable around my rib cage and my inner thighs. My inner thighs look and feel like they have packed clay underneath. I am calling around to see if I can find a local massage therapist that specializes in scar tissue reduction, since that is what Tiana recommended to me because I am past the stage of Lymphatic drainage and would benefit more from breaking up my scar tissue.

Overall when I look at my old pics, I do like my body more now than I did before. However, my hips keep shrinking and so does my ass. But I no longer have that Spongebob Squarepants shape--I'm not square anymore! So for that, I am thankful. I still am sleeping on my stomach and not sitting down after all the damage I caused during the move and the train incident. Damn, that sucked.

I really miss sitting down and being able to relax. I cannot get a good night's sleep and the baby hogs the bed so I'm even more uncomfortable lol. But that's ok I love him and he's allowed to do that! I miss sleeping on my back and side. I am currently 24 days out. I read a lot of girls complaining that their butts are hard and tight. My butt is softening up and if I move too fast or step into the shower, I can feel it bounce, so I am not having any issues there thank God. It is coming along nicely in that respect, no necrosis as far as I can detect.
I stopped eating healthy in Georgia. Since I've been back in the DC area, I've been eating out and eating whenever I can. Some very good friends of mine came by and brought me stuff for the baby and groceries, but none of the food included salad lol. Mostly pasta, cereal, hot dogs, cold cuts, lots of bread, crackers, cheese, etc. They did get me fruit lol. It is really nice to eat American food again! I am enjoying it soooo much! Everything tastes so damn delicious! I have been eating whatever and I am just too stressed and too much to worry about to concern myself with this right now. However, once things settle down (knock on wood) I will resume a healthy diet and be more mindful of my eating habits.
I am sick of looking at these steri-strips, but Dr. J says DO NOT remove them and let them fall off on their own. This is important for keeping the scar as minimal as possible and letting your body heal naturally. One fell of yesterday and it was so black and dirty and old I thought it was a bug on the floor lol.
I cannot fit into any of my damn pants except for sweats and one pair of jeggings that I own. The brown pants in the photo do not pull up all the way over my ass and I cannot zip them. I'm ok with that though. Sorry I do not have more sexy photos of me in dresses and lingerie but I had to only pack the essentials during this horrible move, and nothing pretty or sexy was included. :(
I will continue to post and update. Please feel free to continue contacting me and asking me any questions you have.
I want to send a special THANK YOU to all the ladies out there that have contacted me to give me comfort, support and kind words. It was and is very touching. This has been a very hard road and being alone here with the baby and adjusting to all of this change and stress has been extremely difficult. Sometimes I wonder how I even made it all the way here from across the world. I must have a guardian angel because it's a miracle I didn't end up in the hospital or injure myself. Someone must love and care for my baby to keep me safe so I can keep him safe and protect him.