Firstly, the turned out better than expected. I know they are still swollen and they will settle down, but I thought that because they were kind of sad to start off with that I wouldn't get that great results, but OH MY WORD, my new boobs rock.
Actually, they are like bloody rocks. Rock hard. That is from the swelling and once that subsides, they will soften up a lot. I know that, but at the moment my chest feels like I have an elephant sitting on it. I feel tight. And heavy. But damn gorgeous. Can't WAIT to take some pics. I might take some this weekend. Marko is v v impressed. And pleased. And eager to unwrap his gift.
Worst part of the recovery (besides the pain and nausea)? Not being able to sleep in any other position than on my back, supported by a million pillows; and not being to poop! The pain meds give you constipation, which if you know me at all, will know THAT is a big thing in my life*. I hate being constipated. I tried to go without the pain pills yesterday, but by last night I was really sore. Bit like Sophie's choice: no pain vs no poop. Not an easy decision.
I have to admit that I totally underestimated the physical recovery process. I have had lots of operations and procedures and pain doesn't worry me, so I thought I would be up and about within a day or so. Asshole that I am. It really has knocked me. I feel really tired and weak. But each day gets better and I feel stronger. But the kids! The kids exhaust me even when I am healthy, at the moment they are absolutely finishing me off. And of course, they totally feed off that and have impossible lately. Naughty! Like you can't believe. Kate is obstinate and contrary as hell, and Adam is wild, he is bouncing off the walls. Sigh.
Rose has been an absolute star. A mother hen. I honestly couldn't have done this without her. She is doing all of her duties plus the stuff I normally do. She keeps fussing over me and making me lie down and stuff. She is a way better nurse than I am. I could use some of her sympathy skills, for sure.
I am going to drive for the first time today. I have to. I have to escape for a bit. These children are diving me crazy. I might just park my car at the side of the road and have an hour or two of quiet time. I don't know how you SAHM's do it. Really. I admire you so much.
If you see an extremely tired looking woman with extremely perky breasts slumped over her steering wheel, parked at the side of the road, please don't hoot. I am having a nap and I really need some peace and quiet. Just for a bit.
* Edited to add: Apparently poop stress runs in the family.