4 Week Post-Op Check-Up

Tuesday was my 4 week post-op check (for my boobies). It went well. I've been a little concerned that they were to small. I told the nurse when she came in and had me put on a gown. She laughed at me. She looked at them very closely and said no way! She went to get Dr K and he walked in and said, "girl- do you know how hard it was to get them that size?! You have very tight muscles, so we really had to stretch to fill them with 390cc's (each)." I told them my main concern was the side view. To me, when I wear a bra (which isn't often bc I can NOT find one that doesn't gape open at the sides!!!) the side view is small. I wish I could have videoed and put them getting into position and staring at the side of my boob on you tube. They got down eye level and both basically told me I was nuts. He told me that if I wasnted to go any bigger, he wouldn't do the surgery. A) b/c they would have no place to go- the implant would stick out under my armpit B) If we used a high profile implant, they would end up looking like bullets- not very attractive. So, I left a little more confident in my size. 34 D, so I guess I should be HAPPY!! They just don't look that big to me. But, then again we all know what messed up views I have of size. I apparently don't judge that well.
I will continue doing my breast stretches for the next 6 months (I go back to him in Sept, unless I feel the need to see him sooner). When tanning, I must cover my incision area- it can mess with the healing and scar tissue to tan that area. So, I bought extra large bandaides. I'm going to have some nice large white squares on my boobies. Dr K jokingly told me "no nude beaches this summer". He also suggested rubbing cocoa butter w/ vitamin E on my scar to help soften it. So, I let Adam do that.
Bra shopping is going HORRIBLY. I have been everyday for a week. I have been cleared to wear underwire. I have been to a million stores. The poor ladies at Victoria's Secret are probably ready to shoot me. I spent a good 2 hours in there yesterday trying on every bra in stock in my size. My implants are still a bit high, so the bras gape where the strap connects to the bra. I've been wearing my extra large bandaides instead of a bra. You can't tell. The girls are nice and perky :) hahaha Shopping for clothes that made your boobs look bigger was hard- now trying to find close that flatter you big boobs and don't make you look like a $lut is hard to!

Happy Thursday :) God Bless! Love you all!!!!!

Hey Guys!

My internet is messed up AGAIN! I start work on Tuesday, I am very excited! I will also have the internet consistently!!!!! :) I will post a full on update hopefully by Wednesday. We had a realtor come last weekend, and I would like to post on that.

Happy Memorial Day!!!!

Parker Went To School!

Today was Parker's 1st day of "school" (daycare). His teacher said he did very well for a first day. He did NOT bite anybody! Woohoo! When I walked to the door to leave this morning, of course he followed waving at the children and saying bye. His teacher took him and he starting screaming. I felt like the worst Mom ever.
When I picked him up, he was sitting at the table finishing snack. His teacher said he had a good lunch (they had nachos, green beans, and fruit- he picked the cheese and meat off the chips, ate his green beans and 2 servings of fruit). He stole the other children's milk cups. She did say he liked to eat off the other childrens plates. Not a suprize, he tends to eat off of everybodys at home to. Makes Logen MAD! He cried during most of his nap (heart breaker there!). He cried when he first saw me walk through the door to get him. He walked over to me, I picked him up and he starting waving and saying "bye". When I opened the door he ran down the hall to the front yelling 'bye' and waving. When we got outside he ran to the van. He jabbered all the way to get Logen from therapy. I think he was happy to be with Mommy! I am hoping he has less tears tomorrow!

Lots of New Things....

On The School Front:
In the last 4 years, I've tried to settle on different career paths to make me happy. They have varied from physical therapist assistant to nurse. I have been unhappy with each 'final' decision, always reverting back to "I really would like to go to medical school. I want to be a Dr." I don't have a clue how I can do it with 2 children. But, I want to. So, over the last month- we've really really talked about it. Adam said even if it takes 10 years- he's standing behind my decision. So, I really don't have an excuse not to pursue my dream, do I? I spent nearly an hour on the phone this morning with a lady from the school I would like to obtain my BS in Med Tech from. I need 2 courses (Chemistry 2 and Microbiology) to apply. She was so positive! She kept saying that they looked forward to seeing my application next fall. And, I hae a great GPA. It's a 3.5 even with 2 (yes, 2!) C's. I took Trig online (I do NOT recommend that one!) and Oral Communications. I didn't ever do a speech (also took online) how in the world I got a C, I will never know. I am going to retake Oral Comm, just to up my GPA. I would love a 4.0, but I do have a few B's and don't want to retake everything I got a B in. So, thats where I am. I'm taking a few online courses this summer. Micro in the fall & Chem 2 in the spring, several other- I will post my schedule at a later time. I will them apply to the MEd Tech program. It's a 2 year program. I will obtain (thats my goal anyways) my BS in Medical Technology and then apply to medical school :)

On The Home Front:
At some point, we will be moving. The above named school is 3.5 hours away. However, we will also be closer to many of my family members. This is why I called our realtor today. We need to find out what we need to do to get our home ready to sell.

On The Therapy Front:
The area we are moving in to is where both Logen's SLP and OT went to school and lived for a while, both of which still have family and friends in those areas. So, I am not going to be worried about finding Logen good therapists. Moving into an area with a school district that has a good special ed program may be a challenge, but again- our therapists here said they would do what they could to help, big, big relief!!!!! I'm glad we aren't going into uncharted territory there!

On The Job Front:
With Adam's job, he can transfer. Thing is- we have to wait until a spot is open. A spot can open tomorrow and he can bid or it could be a year from now. We can't just up and leave when we want if he wants to stay at his employer, we have to wait for his work to have an opening in the area we are moving to.

So, we have big stuff going on here! Would you say prayers for us all!

Death.

I called our Realtor today. A lady answered, I asked to speak to Rick. She said, "Mam. He passed away several months ago in a car accident." I sat there in silence. Wow. Total shock. We spent weeks with him home shopping. I'd talked to him several times on the phone in the last 5 years after we'd referred people to him. He's always sent us a Christmas card. We didn't get one this past year. I just thought well- we bought our house almost 5 years ago- guess there comes a point when you stop saying "hope you are still enjoying your home".
The lady asked if anybody else could help me. I thought- do I have a choice? I said, I guess so. Another realtor I suppose. She said, I'm an agent. What can I assist you with... and on the conversation went. I think I'm still in shock. I'm sad. You just don't expect to call and speak to somebody and be told they are no longer alive.

Book Tag

Keira "Book Tagged" me.
The Rules:
1. Pick up the nearest book (at least 123 pages).
2. Turn to page 123.
3. Find the 5th sentence.
4. Post the 5th sentence on your blog.
5. Tag 5 people.

Page 123 of "The Doctor's Wife", Sentence 5~ "And he was there."

I'm Tagging~ Andrea M, Ellen H, Andrea H, Danielle, Anelys

Some Mothers Get Babies With Something More...

Barbara posted this on her blog, I had to share it on mine as well. Thanks girl!

My friend is expecting her first child. People keep asking what she wants. She smiles demurely, shakes her head and gives the answer mothers have given throughout the ages of time. She says it doesn’t matter whether it’s a boy or a girl. She just wants it to have ten fingers and ten toes. Of course, that’s what she says. That’s what mothers have always said.

Mothers lie.

Truth be told, every mother wants a whole lot more. Every mother wants a perfectly healthy baby with a round head, rosebud lips, button nose, beautiful eyes and satin skin. Every mother wants a baby so gorgeous that people will pity the Gerber baby for being flat-out ugly. Every mother wants a baby that will roll over, sit up and take those first steps right on schedule. Every mother wants a baby that can see, hear, run, jump and fire neurons by the billions. She wants a kid that can smack the ball out of the park and do toe points that are the envy of the entire ballet class. Call it greed if you want, but we mothers want what we want.

Some mothers get babies with something more. Some mothers get babies with conditions they can’t pronounce, a spine that didn’t fuse, a missing chromosome or a palette that didn’t close. Most of those mothers can remember the time, the place, the shoes they were wearing and the colour of the walls in the small suffocating room where the doctor uttered the words that took their breath away. It felt like recess in the fourth grade when you didn’t see the kick ball coming and it knocked the wind clean out of you. Some mothers leave the hospital with a healthy bundle, then, months, even years later, take him in for a routine visit, or schedule her for a well check, and crash head first into a brick wall as they bear the brunt of the devastating news. It can’t be possible! That doesn’t run in our family. Can this really be happening in our lifetime?

I am a woman who watches the Olympics for the sheer thrill of seeing finely sculpted bodies. It’s not a lust thing; it’s a wondrous thing. The athletes appear as specimens without flaw – rippling muscles with nary an ounce of flab or fat, virtual powerhouses of strength with lungs and limbs working in perfect harmony. Then the athlete walks over to a tote bag, rustles through the contents and pulls out an inhaler. As I’ve told my own kids, be it on the way to physical therapy after a third knee surgery, or on a trip home from an echocardiogram, there’s no such thing as a perfect body. Everybody will bear something at some time or another.

Maybe the affliction will be apparent to curious eyes, or maybe it will be unseen, quietly treated with trips to the doctor, medication or surgery. The health problems our children have experienced have been minimal and manageable, so I watch with keen interest and great admiration the mothers of children with serious disabilities, and wonder how they do it. Frankly, sometimes you mothers scare me. How you lift that child in and out of a wheelchair 20 times a day. How you monitor tests, track medications, regulate diet and serve as the gatekeeper to a hundred specialists yammering in your ear. I wonder how you endure the praise and the platitudes, well-intentioned souls explaining how God is at work when you’ve occasionally questioned if God is on strike. I even wonder how you endure schmaltzy pieces like this one saluting you, painting you as hero and saint, when you know you’re ordinary. You snap, you bark, you bite. You didn’t volunteer for this. You didn’t jump up and down in the motherhood line yelling, “Choose me, God! Choose me! I’ve got what it takes.”

You’re a woman who doesn’t have time to step back and put things in perspective, so, please, let me do it for you. From where I sit, you’re way ahead of the pack. You’ve developed the strength of a draft horse while holding onto the delicacy of a daffodil. You have a heart that melts like chocolate in a glove box in July, carefully counter-balanced against the stubbornness of an Ozark mule. You can be warm and tender one minute, and when circumstances require, intense and aggressive the next. You are the mother, advocate and protector of a child with a disability. You’re a neighbour, a friend, a stranger that I pass in the mall. You’re the woman I sit next to at church, my cousin and my sister-in-law. You’re the woman who wanted ten fingers and ten toes, and got something more.

You’re a wonder.

Lori Borgman is a newspaper columnist and author.

Mom's Day Pics

An Attempt At A Family Photo :)

Me and My Momma

Listening Skills & Whining- Help Me Please!

I NEED to vent. My children have to have the WORST listening skills in the world. Is it just a tough age? For them both?! I say let's go.... they run in opposite directions. AWAY from the van. Which way do I go? I look like the village idiot. Running after 2 kids who don't listen to mom. I feel like I am constantly nagging 2 kids, "Listen to mommy", "What did Mommy say just say?", "Mommy said no". Do they hear me? Do they care what I say.... Today has been really bad, if you can't tell. I need a mommy vacay. Bad. And, then there's whining. Is age 4 that age? Logen has been horrible lately. I don't know if it's just that he wants so bad to talk and tell us something or its just him being whiney. He cries ALOT. Over stupid stuff. Like, you can't have the muddy car in the house, or don't bite your brother. Tears- fit throwing. Thats all thats going on at my house. I am SOOOOOO ready to go back to school. I don't think I was cut out for this stay at home mom business. I lack patience I guess. I lack something. I get frustrated to easily. Maybe right now wasn't a good time for a post. I sound terribly insensitive. I love my children, I promise. Do you have any hints? What am I doing wrong?! Surely we can fix this? How do you get an 18 month old and an almost 5 y/o with special needs to listen and not whine? I keep thinking the combo of school and therapy will help for Logen, but I'm not seeing a change in behavior. He's mocking his younger brother. Granted, he never went through the stage Parker is in. Do we have to go through it now? I can't take 2 kids going through 'terrible two's' or whatever stage we are at right now. I'm still sore for one. When you hurt, you tend to be a little more cranky. Maybe thats the case. Logen's biting. At almost 5. That's not acceptable at preschool, for Parker's age- yes, not Logen's. If he does it to much, he gets kicked out. So, I could use some advice!!!!!!! :)

Crest White Strips

My Before Picture

About every 18 months, I use the Crest White Strips, Premium Plus. My teeth are pretty sensitive- so I only use once a day instead of twice a day. These things really work! I LOVE them! Thought I'd post my progress. Here's my before pic. Not sure if you can really see the results that well in a photo- but, I plan on posting a pic every few days!

Back Up!

My 'net is running again! I feel like I'm connected again :P I have much to do. Millions of blogs to check, uh hmm, stalk. Emails to send. Pictures to post. It's going to take me a bit to catch up!

Guess what I did?! I didn't realize yesterday was Mother's Day until like Friday. Then, forget- remembered and sent a brief text in the AM hours. By the afternoon, I totally forgot. So, guess who's on My Momma & Liz's bad list? Yea, me. Got some kissing up to do today! My Mom's bday is next week (oh, wait it's in 3 days!) I think when they put in implants, they took out my memory. I don't think I've ever been this bad! I haven't sent bday cards out this year! I am usually good at these kind of things! I feel horrible... bad, bad, bad. So, Happy Mommies Day to those of you I missed. Love ya! :)

"But Inside I'm Screaming!"

I just finished the ironic book by Elizabeth Flock, "But Inside I'm Screaming". I have been wanting to blog about the book through every page I read. I have written down many thoughts through reading and will post on my other blog. If you enjoy psych kinda books- this one was a great read. And, totally hit home with my situationn in the last few weeks! I have much to say about this book!

Hola!

I'm am seriously going nuts w/o the net at home! Here's our updates:

Parker had an OT eval this morning. He is at the BOTTOM of the 'normal' scale for his real age. Using his adjusted, it looks much better. Tabi said we'd keep a close eye on him and she'd give me lots of home ideas. The kid needs major movement, touchy, feely kinda stuff. He's a sensory input needing kinda guy!

Logen is up for a speech eval. DREADING the results. I HATE HATE HATE re-eval time. Makes me sick.

I'm healing nicely. My stitches were taken out yesterday, OUCH! He left the steristrips (tape) to hold the skin together and told me I could start picking it off in about a week or so. I am doing 'boobie exercises' several times a day. Ok, actually I'm making my hubby do them. I think he secretly enjoys it. It's about the only action he's getting from me right now! LOL I can't bend over, it hurts! Picking up the boys hurts to, but I don't have much of a choice on that one. I have to sleep flat on my back b/c rolling to the side is rather painful. I'm whining yes- but, I don't regret it. I love looking at them! Tabi (Logen's OT) told me this morning I was texting her last week saying it totally sucked and never ever ever do it. So, if she got that message I am sure several of you did :P

Hoping to have the net up and running SOON! I'm going nutso w/o it!!!! I have a hundred things I need to blog about!

Still w/o the net at home. Here are a few 'new' boob shots from my phone. I have taken the requested before and after shots. I will post those when my net is back up & running at the house. Seriously, having blogging withdrawls!

Recovering

Sad, but I do not remember posting the previous post at all. I was way drugged up. Many of you have already seen pictures of my new boobies, via picture mail. My internet at mail is acting up. Nice- right as I am trying to figure out my class schedule. I'm going back to school (don't think this has been posted about yet) Also, going back to work. Starting May 27th. I am going back to work where I did before I had Parker, the college. I am very excited about it.
About my breasts (hehe) I am emailing a picture from my phone to where I am at now (I don't have any other pic's with me!) I am actually a D cup, it could be swelling- not sure. I've had lotsa complments though :) So, I guess they look good on my body. I lost weight last week, ended up with strep during recovery- which made recovering from surgery a butt. I've had comments that I am to thin now. Gee, I can't win either way!

I do have before and after pics in bikini tops to post. As soon as I get the internet running at home again, I'll be back to faithful blogging! Love and miss you all!