Up next, holiday baking!!!! My fave!
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Christmas time is near.....
It has finally been cold here for about 3 days now, which seems to be a record for south Texas. We have our tree up, the mantle decorated, a few presents under the tree, and our lights up outside.
My husband is very electronically inclined, but has traditionally not loved to put up lights outside. However, last year he figured out how to time lights with music, and it was on like Donkey Kong. Each year now, he adds a little to it, and this year, I am totally loving the outdoor decor. He did a fantastic job...so I took a little video of it...(it is a little difficult to hear the music, but it is there) We did have to purchase a new tree this year...I didn't pick it out, my husband did. He said he wanted a skinny tree. It's growing on me. When it comes to the holidays, I am of the "bigger is better" school of thought, but this probably works better for our space.

Up next, holiday baking!!!! My fave!
Up next, holiday baking!!!! My fave!
Friday, December 3, 2010
A few pics
I have debated and debated on whether or not to post some pictures of my personal journey through this surgery and recovery. In the end, I decided to post just a few. Here is a little background...
This year I turned 30 and was always told to get your weight in control by big, bad 30, because it is so much easier to gain weight in the years after. This was the year. So in April, I started a mission to lose 30 pounds. Long gone are the dreams of being my college weight (actually, maybe not). I changed my eating habits and started exercising, mainly walking at the track across from my kids' school. It was too easy to put on some sweats, walk them to school, and hit the track all before 8:00. By the end of the summer, I had lost about 35 pounds and things were starting to shrink. But I became frustrated because that weight loss only translated to losing 1 dress size, because my stomach was actually getting worse!
My stomach was so stretched out by gaining so much weight with my boys, and I had a protruding umbilical hernia that was awful. I had been begging my husband for years to get a tummy tuck knowing that it could make a dramatic difference. After losing the weight, my husband agreed to make a consultation with a plastic surgeon to see what could be done.
At my consultation the doctor assured me that if I wanted to lose a little more weight and sculpt my hips and thighs, it could be done. But if I was looking to tone my stomach or return some volume to my breasts, it could not be done without surgical intervention. He began to draw on my abdomen and literally lifted two handfuls of skin away with his hands claiming that "all this could be gone". He couldn't promise my all my stretch marks would be gone since I did have many above my belly button, and I would have to lose a tattoo I got several years back. The hubs and I discussed it, and we decided to go ahead with it.
3 weeks later, I was being operated on. Now, I didn't take any before pictures but the doctor did. So I will post before and after pictures after my Final Recovery visit in March. And I was in a way too fragile mental state to actually take pictures immediately after the surgery or in the two weeks out. But this is 3 weeks out, and I feel 100% better. I have lost about 5 pounds so far from this surgery, and the doctor assures me that I am still very swollen and stand to lose more weight over the next 2 months.
The first couple of days I was in and out. We don't have a recliner so I slept in our bed with a ton of pillows under my head and back and a wedge pillow for my legs. It was fairly comfortable, but a recliner would have been perfect. By the end of the first week, I hobbled into the PS's office for a check-up and to remove my right drain. Most unusual feeling ever, follow by about 2 seconds of sharp pain. Each day I would struggle to get out of bed and pull off the binder to take a shower. After the shower all the dressings had to be changed and each time I would curse that extra drain in my left side that kept falling and pulling the stitches.
By the second week, most of the sharp pains were gone, and severe soreness had set in. There was no chance I was sleeping, and the mental game began. I had the second drain removed, and although that phsyically made me feel better, my mind was playing tricks on me. I had incredible self-doubt, crazy frustration, hopelessness, my swelling was ridiculous, and I was totally upset that I wasn't healing as quick as I thought I would. But by the third week, I was able to drive on my own, and the doctor was happy.
The reason I decided to post the pictures ( I am fully covered), is that I have literally had 6 people ask to see it because they were thinking about doing it themselves. They had tons of questions and needed to know what they might be getting into.
So without further ado, here are some post-Mommy Makeover 3 weeks:
This is a front view of how low the scar is.

The side view. I couldn't really get a picture of how far back it goes, but it does go pretty far back.
And this one is up close. I still have a lot of stretch marks but they were reduced by about half. Most of the swelling is in the middle part of the incision, just to the left and right of my new belly button, which the doctor assures me is healing well...
I am slathering on the Mederma, just to reduce the redness of my incision, even though it can be completely hidden by undergarments, thank goodness. Not that I am going to be out wearing a bikini or anything...that just isn't me. But I still want it to look as good as it can be.
Anyway, there you have it. My 3 week update. Hopefully by 6 weeks, it will be better, and then in March, I will post the before and after pictures.
This year I turned 30 and was always told to get your weight in control by big, bad 30, because it is so much easier to gain weight in the years after. This was the year. So in April, I started a mission to lose 30 pounds. Long gone are the dreams of being my college weight (actually, maybe not). I changed my eating habits and started exercising, mainly walking at the track across from my kids' school. It was too easy to put on some sweats, walk them to school, and hit the track all before 8:00. By the end of the summer, I had lost about 35 pounds and things were starting to shrink. But I became frustrated because that weight loss only translated to losing 1 dress size, because my stomach was actually getting worse!
My stomach was so stretched out by gaining so much weight with my boys, and I had a protruding umbilical hernia that was awful. I had been begging my husband for years to get a tummy tuck knowing that it could make a dramatic difference. After losing the weight, my husband agreed to make a consultation with a plastic surgeon to see what could be done.
At my consultation the doctor assured me that if I wanted to lose a little more weight and sculpt my hips and thighs, it could be done. But if I was looking to tone my stomach or return some volume to my breasts, it could not be done without surgical intervention. He began to draw on my abdomen and literally lifted two handfuls of skin away with his hands claiming that "all this could be gone". He couldn't promise my all my stretch marks would be gone since I did have many above my belly button, and I would have to lose a tattoo I got several years back. The hubs and I discussed it, and we decided to go ahead with it.
3 weeks later, I was being operated on. Now, I didn't take any before pictures but the doctor did. So I will post before and after pictures after my Final Recovery visit in March. And I was in a way too fragile mental state to actually take pictures immediately after the surgery or in the two weeks out. But this is 3 weeks out, and I feel 100% better. I have lost about 5 pounds so far from this surgery, and the doctor assures me that I am still very swollen and stand to lose more weight over the next 2 months.
The first couple of days I was in and out. We don't have a recliner so I slept in our bed with a ton of pillows under my head and back and a wedge pillow for my legs. It was fairly comfortable, but a recliner would have been perfect. By the end of the first week, I hobbled into the PS's office for a check-up and to remove my right drain. Most unusual feeling ever, follow by about 2 seconds of sharp pain. Each day I would struggle to get out of bed and pull off the binder to take a shower. After the shower all the dressings had to be changed and each time I would curse that extra drain in my left side that kept falling and pulling the stitches.
By the second week, most of the sharp pains were gone, and severe soreness had set in. There was no chance I was sleeping, and the mental game began. I had the second drain removed, and although that phsyically made me feel better, my mind was playing tricks on me. I had incredible self-doubt, crazy frustration, hopelessness, my swelling was ridiculous, and I was totally upset that I wasn't healing as quick as I thought I would. But by the third week, I was able to drive on my own, and the doctor was happy.
The reason I decided to post the pictures ( I am fully covered), is that I have literally had 6 people ask to see it because they were thinking about doing it themselves. They had tons of questions and needed to know what they might be getting into.
So without further ado, here are some post-Mommy Makeover 3 weeks:
This is a front view of how low the scar is.
The side view. I couldn't really get a picture of how far back it goes, but it does go pretty far back.
And this one is up close. I still have a lot of stretch marks but they were reduced by about half. Most of the swelling is in the middle part of the incision, just to the left and right of my new belly button, which the doctor assures me is healing well...
I am slathering on the Mederma, just to reduce the redness of my incision, even though it can be completely hidden by undergarments, thank goodness. Not that I am going to be out wearing a bikini or anything...that just isn't me. But I still want it to look as good as it can be.
Anyway, there you have it. My 3 week update. Hopefully by 6 weeks, it will be better, and then in March, I will post the before and after pictures.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
ohmygoooooooodness
Ok, I am fascinated by medical procedures, but before I had this surgery, I would not watch any of the abdominoplasty videos. Now that mine is done, I watched it, and it was incredible. If you are squeemish in any way, don't watch it. Seriously, don't watch it. PS. This is not me...I can't believe this woman gave her permission to put this on youtube.
But this is one of those train wreck things that is so incredible, I just could not take my eyes away from it. Now I seriously realize why I have been such a basketcase and was in such pain.
Total craziness! Enjoy your lunch everyone....
But this is one of those train wreck things that is so incredible, I just could not take my eyes away from it. Now I seriously realize why I have been such a basketcase and was in such pain.
Total craziness! Enjoy your lunch everyone....
Monday, November 29, 2010
All clear
Today I went to my PS for my "final" post-op visit. He told me that things are looking good. Things are shifting where they need to shift, and I am healing well. He encouraged me to go slowly back into my normal life and told me that I don't have to wear my binder 24 hours a day anymore.
Oh, I have a love/hate relationship with this binder. I think I need to wean myself off of it, because I feel so vulnerable with it off. I am going to switch to spanx or some different kind of control top something. He said I don't have to sleep in it, but if I am going to be up a lot (buying groceries, cleaning, etc) to wear it to reduce the swelling. He also cleared me to begin walking at the track again, although I am supposed to wear a binder and start off at only 10 minutes. Today I did go out by myself to grab a couple Christmas gifts and to go to the bank before the doctor and I am way tired. Good thing I don't have to go anywhere until tonight!
I was encouranged by the PS's attitude and by his happiness with my progress. Asked all the questions I needed to and now it is just a waiting game. I can't wait to be able to buy a few new clothes and bras! WOOHOO!!
Ok, so now I am done with my plastic surgery rants since my whole life for 3 weeks has been wrapped up in it. Gotta get back to ME!
Oh, I have a love/hate relationship with this binder. I think I need to wean myself off of it, because I feel so vulnerable with it off. I am going to switch to spanx or some different kind of control top something. He said I don't have to sleep in it, but if I am going to be up a lot (buying groceries, cleaning, etc) to wear it to reduce the swelling. He also cleared me to begin walking at the track again, although I am supposed to wear a binder and start off at only 10 minutes. Today I did go out by myself to grab a couple Christmas gifts and to go to the bank before the doctor and I am way tired. Good thing I don't have to go anywhere until tonight!
I was encouranged by the PS's attitude and by his happiness with my progress. Asked all the questions I needed to and now it is just a waiting game. I can't wait to be able to buy a few new clothes and bras! WOOHOO!!
Ok, so now I am done with my plastic surgery rants since my whole life for 3 weeks has been wrapped up in it. Gotta get back to ME!
Sunday, November 28, 2010
TEXANS WIN!!!
We went to our Texans game today and it was great!!! Even though I am only two and a half weeks out of surgery, this weekend was the first time I actually felt pretty good. I rested up, we parked in the Maroon lot (which is like a mile out), and I just walked really slowly. Everything was good until about halftime.
I really had to get up several times and walk around. By the time we walked all the way back down the ramps and got to the car, I was in pain. My stomach was very swollen and my incision was aching. But it was worth it, because my Texans beat the Titans 20-0. That's right folks...a shut out!!! Yes!!!
Coming home today I was confronted by all my anxiety. I so look forward to tomorrow, because even if I don't feel like it, I am going to get back into my normal Mom-routine. I am going to get up early with my kiddos, make breakfast, sign papers, make lunches, pack backpacks, oversee teeth brushing and showers, set out clothes, walk the kids to school, do a little Christmas shopping, wrap some gifts, finish up laundry, cook dinner, go to the doctor, and take Jansen to piano lessons. I don't care if I swell up, for my own sanity, I have to get back to my active lifestle. I am still not sleeping, which that in and of itself makes me dread bedtime, and I am still a little emotional. The only way to change that is to do my best to make myself feel normal again...even if I have to fake it for a little while.
Light at the end of the tunnel? I may see a tiny spark WAY off in the distance!! Oh how I hope this Tylenol PM works tonight.
I really had to get up several times and walk around. By the time we walked all the way back down the ramps and got to the car, I was in pain. My stomach was very swollen and my incision was aching. But it was worth it, because my Texans beat the Titans 20-0. That's right folks...a shut out!!! Yes!!!
Coming home today I was confronted by all my anxiety. I so look forward to tomorrow, because even if I don't feel like it, I am going to get back into my normal Mom-routine. I am going to get up early with my kiddos, make breakfast, sign papers, make lunches, pack backpacks, oversee teeth brushing and showers, set out clothes, walk the kids to school, do a little Christmas shopping, wrap some gifts, finish up laundry, cook dinner, go to the doctor, and take Jansen to piano lessons. I don't care if I swell up, for my own sanity, I have to get back to my active lifestle. I am still not sleeping, which that in and of itself makes me dread bedtime, and I am still a little emotional. The only way to change that is to do my best to make myself feel normal again...even if I have to fake it for a little while.
Light at the end of the tunnel? I may see a tiny spark WAY off in the distance!! Oh how I hope this Tylenol PM works tonight.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Gobble, gobble
Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Today I was out of the house for about 5 hours and I did ok. I did notice some additional swelling around my incision.
Do I feel a little better? Yeah. Can I sleep without taking a pain pill? No. AGH!
I have a list of questions to ask my PS on my next appointment on Monday, now that I am fully in my right mind and everything is healing.
This Sunday we are headed to the Texans game at big, bad Reliant Stadium. Originally, I thought this would be no big deal since the doctor said recovery time would take about 2-4 weeks. The game would be almost 3 weeks out. But what I didn't anticipate was the fact that results will take 6 weeks to 3 months and maybe more. Which means I may not be able to fit into anything for the game. I did brave a pair of jeans....I tried on a pair of jeans that the week before surgery, I could take off without undoing the button and the zipper. Yesterday, I barely got them over my hips and at least got them buttoned. Can you say SWELL HELL?????
My PS wants me to wear the binder for one more week and then switch to some kind of tummy control undergarments. So on Sunday, I think I am going to wear my Spanx since they go from mid thigh to just above the abdomen. That should give a good amount of compression in all areas of concern. And I am going to rest all day Friday and Saturday, and then all day Monday. Sunday will be a big day.
I am starting to feel some sharp pains under the skin as the nerves are regenerating. I only have soreness when I sit for too long or stand for too long. My chest is very sore, almost more sore than my tummy.
Tomorrow when Josh wakes up, we are going to start Christmas decorating. I think the only thing I am going to do is the tree and the mantle...I am just not up to doing much more than that. And bonus, Josh gets to go into the attic this year and get everything down, not me! Silver lining!!!
Here's to falling asleep before 2:30am!! Please oh please let me fall asleep before midnight!!!!
Do I feel a little better? Yeah. Can I sleep without taking a pain pill? No. AGH!
I have a list of questions to ask my PS on my next appointment on Monday, now that I am fully in my right mind and everything is healing.
This Sunday we are headed to the Texans game at big, bad Reliant Stadium. Originally, I thought this would be no big deal since the doctor said recovery time would take about 2-4 weeks. The game would be almost 3 weeks out. But what I didn't anticipate was the fact that results will take 6 weeks to 3 months and maybe more. Which means I may not be able to fit into anything for the game. I did brave a pair of jeans....I tried on a pair of jeans that the week before surgery, I could take off without undoing the button and the zipper. Yesterday, I barely got them over my hips and at least got them buttoned. Can you say SWELL HELL?????
My PS wants me to wear the binder for one more week and then switch to some kind of tummy control undergarments. So on Sunday, I think I am going to wear my Spanx since they go from mid thigh to just above the abdomen. That should give a good amount of compression in all areas of concern. And I am going to rest all day Friday and Saturday, and then all day Monday. Sunday will be a big day.
I am starting to feel some sharp pains under the skin as the nerves are regenerating. I only have soreness when I sit for too long or stand for too long. My chest is very sore, almost more sore than my tummy.
Tomorrow when Josh wakes up, we are going to start Christmas decorating. I think the only thing I am going to do is the tree and the mantle...I am just not up to doing much more than that. And bonus, Josh gets to go into the attic this year and get everything down, not me! Silver lining!!!
Here's to falling asleep before 2:30am!! Please oh please let me fall asleep before midnight!!!!
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
ugly, ugly, day #13
On the eve of the 2 week mark of this stupid surgery, I have to say that I am an emotional basketcase. I am not even shy to admit it. There are so many people out there that have tummy tucks and have no problems, have a little pain, and then are happy go lucky by the second week and ready to go back to work. OHMYGOSH if I had to go to work outside the home this week, I would just have to quit.
Yesterday, I got my last drain out and the doctor says my incision looks fine. He wants to see me in a week, keep wearing the binder, and stay a couch potato for one more week. I admit, I am going stir crazy!!!!!!!
I have cried all day long. All day. No, not some of the day, all day. On the phone, in the shower, putting the kids to bed, Josh going back to work on graveyards, to my mom on the phone, getting a little walking in....I have cried...and not just like a little blue....like hard core, headache inducing crying. In fact, I am literally crying as I write this and it is 8:45 at night.
I admit, I am not hurting as much. Soreness is the issue right now. I am slow to do things, still not standing up fully straight, still not sleeping. Now is all this emotion coming from the narcotic letdown (no longer taking the pain pills)? Is it coming from being stuck in the house for 2 weeks? Is it coming from lack of sleep? Maybe unachieved expectations??? Which in my head, I realize that I cannot expect to see results for several weeks, to several months, even up to a year in some cases.
So today, I cry over my selfishness, stupidity, my complete inability to get anything done, my binder that pinches my skin when I attempt to sleep, the bruises that are still left from hip to arm pit, my sore chest, my swollen incision that goes almost completely around my body, my legs that I haven't shaved in 2 weeks and don't forsee being able to shave them any time soon, my inability to fit in ANY clothes other than my husbands', my inability to put on shoes, over a body that is not my own, and to the feeling that I may never gain back my sanity or ability to be a mom and wife.
This is like all the things that they don't tell you when you get pregnant...these are the things they don't tell you in the surgical consultation room. You will feel like a crazed lunatic. Every thought or feeling that you can ever imagine, you will have.
And I can't wait to write the post about how wonderful I feel, how great I look, and how everything is back to normal.
Yesterday, I got my last drain out and the doctor says my incision looks fine. He wants to see me in a week, keep wearing the binder, and stay a couch potato for one more week. I admit, I am going stir crazy!!!!!!!
I have cried all day long. All day. No, not some of the day, all day. On the phone, in the shower, putting the kids to bed, Josh going back to work on graveyards, to my mom on the phone, getting a little walking in....I have cried...and not just like a little blue....like hard core, headache inducing crying. In fact, I am literally crying as I write this and it is 8:45 at night.
I admit, I am not hurting as much. Soreness is the issue right now. I am slow to do things, still not standing up fully straight, still not sleeping. Now is all this emotion coming from the narcotic letdown (no longer taking the pain pills)? Is it coming from being stuck in the house for 2 weeks? Is it coming from lack of sleep? Maybe unachieved expectations??? Which in my head, I realize that I cannot expect to see results for several weeks, to several months, even up to a year in some cases.
So today, I cry over my selfishness, stupidity, my complete inability to get anything done, my binder that pinches my skin when I attempt to sleep, the bruises that are still left from hip to arm pit, my sore chest, my swollen incision that goes almost completely around my body, my legs that I haven't shaved in 2 weeks and don't forsee being able to shave them any time soon, my inability to fit in ANY clothes other than my husbands', my inability to put on shoes, over a body that is not my own, and to the feeling that I may never gain back my sanity or ability to be a mom and wife.
This is like all the things that they don't tell you when you get pregnant...these are the things they don't tell you in the surgical consultation room. You will feel like a crazed lunatic. Every thought or feeling that you can ever imagine, you will have.
And I can't wait to write the post about how wonderful I feel, how great I look, and how everything is back to normal.
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