It's Party Time!
A few weeks ago my family and I were invited to a friend's 4 yr old daughter's birthday party. I had told her that my husband and kids would definitely be there, but since I would be 2 days post op I wasn't sure if I could make it. Well, I feel great and I want to go party!
My mom and daughter cooked pancakes and bacon for breakfast, that was really good! I think it was the first time in about 12 years that I actually sat down to eat while someone else did the cooking and cleaning. Might have to have surgery more often! My hubby helped me in the shower, I was able to raise my arms a bit, but washing my hair was a tad difficult. Then I needed him to do something I never ever thought he would be doing for me. There was this spot under each of my armpits that I wasn't able to reach with the razor. Like, each way and direction I tried missed that damn spot. So I had to ask my poor husband to shave my pits for me. He had to kinda move the implant over a little bit to get it, but he was able to remove those few pesky hairs for me! I was able to get my own legs thankfully, because really, statistically speaking, the more of an area he shaved for me, and the bigger of an area he shaved for me, the risk of him nicking me increased. And I was pretty sure I wouldn't be thankful after that!
My mom was surprised but happy to be able to head home a few hours earlier than expected. She lives 1.5 hours away and had to work the next day, so she needed some time to get her own stuff taken care of. I was really grateful for her help, but I knew she needed a break. She's not used to all the noise and activity that comes with 4 kids. She only had 3 of her own, and we're all grown up now! And I know I've always been a perfect angel!
There were a few women at the party who knew I had surgery, and they all asked if they could see my new girls. So on 3 separate occasions, I went into my friend's laundry room and unzipped my top so they could get a good view. It's funny because I never thought I'd be bold enough to do that, but I even let them touch em when they asked. I guess I figured since a whole roomful of people I've never met saw way more than just my breasts while they were operating on me, I didn't have a whole lot to hide anymore. Modesty goes out the window with childbirth, but I've discovered it does the same with breast augmentation as well. My husband says I just better not become like that lady from the movie " Summer Rental " You know, the one who walks around saying she just got her boobs done and wants people to touch them to see if they feel real. I don't think I will go that far!
The party was fun, my kids had a great time playing with other children and it was nice to get out and move around. After a few hours we were ready to head home and I was ready for a Percocet. I wasn't in pain, but I was sore. The next day my hubby was going back to work and I would be alone with the kids for the first time. This should be fun!
My mom and daughter cooked pancakes and bacon for breakfast, that was really good! I think it was the first time in about 12 years that I actually sat down to eat while someone else did the cooking and cleaning. Might have to have surgery more often! My hubby helped me in the shower, I was able to raise my arms a bit, but washing my hair was a tad difficult. Then I needed him to do something I never ever thought he would be doing for me. There was this spot under each of my armpits that I wasn't able to reach with the razor. Like, each way and direction I tried missed that damn spot. So I had to ask my poor husband to shave my pits for me. He had to kinda move the implant over a little bit to get it, but he was able to remove those few pesky hairs for me! I was able to get my own legs thankfully, because really, statistically speaking, the more of an area he shaved for me, and the bigger of an area he shaved for me, the risk of him nicking me increased. And I was pretty sure I wouldn't be thankful after that!
My mom was surprised but happy to be able to head home a few hours earlier than expected. She lives 1.5 hours away and had to work the next day, so she needed some time to get her own stuff taken care of. I was really grateful for her help, but I knew she needed a break. She's not used to all the noise and activity that comes with 4 kids. She only had 3 of her own, and we're all grown up now! And I know I've always been a perfect angel!
There were a few women at the party who knew I had surgery, and they all asked if they could see my new girls. So on 3 separate occasions, I went into my friend's laundry room and unzipped my top so they could get a good view. It's funny because I never thought I'd be bold enough to do that, but I even let them touch em when they asked. I guess I figured since a whole roomful of people I've never met saw way more than just my breasts while they were operating on me, I didn't have a whole lot to hide anymore. Modesty goes out the window with childbirth, but I've discovered it does the same with breast augmentation as well. My husband says I just better not become like that lady from the movie " Summer Rental " You know, the one who walks around saying she just got her boobs done and wants people to touch them to see if they feel real. I don't think I will go that far!
The party was fun, my kids had a great time playing with other children and it was nice to get out and move around. After a few hours we were ready to head home and I was ready for a Percocet. I wasn't in pain, but I was sore. The next day my hubby was going back to work and I would be alone with the kids for the first time. This should be fun!
posted by Millie @ 9/06/2007 01:50:00 PM
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