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Day 4 Post Op

Tonight The Boy cuddled with me while watching Coco. After sleeping from 7pm to 7am with Daddy. I got tons of cuddles, kisses and fist bumps, and Boy and Daddy get to cuddle at night. Sweet guys. And yes. Because this is a public blog The Boy’s face will not be published. 


That’s sad for y’all because this child is the most gorgeous boy in the world. Smart, kind, funny, thoughtful, and sweet. So sad. Anywho. 


Today I have an itch on my left side under my arm, where I have no feeling. But when I scratch there, I can’t feel it. Because it’s numb. But it itches. And I can feel it. Wut?


So... that makes no sense. Surgical compression bras SUCK.


Let me repeat. They SUCK. My psoriasis itches under them, everything is compressed and I really want to rip this Saran Wrap and tape OFF my flat flat man chest. Currently my expanders feel like bricks. Not because they are heavy, but because I am pretty sure they’re actually plastic inside me and I can feel them when I scratch my chest. Gah. 


Let’s see.... I reached behind me to turn on a lamp and my pectoral muscle spasmed. I did do some unauthorized moving of Myles. But I didn’t mean to. 


I’m lying. I did mean to. I shouldn’t have done it. But I wanted him on my lap. Now I’m paying for it. Won’t happen again. I promise. Let’s see.... my bestie was here today. She was here because we expected me to need help, but all I needed today was my short buddy to get my creamer because it’s super heavy. So we vegged in the bedroom, dozed, and watched tv all day. Sadly- she now has a cough and a fever. So I threw a bottle of vitamin C at her and kicked her out.


Today was good. I need to hook up the Wii and see if I can beat myself at Mario 3. 

My drains have gone from 125 mL a day per drain on average to around 55/60 mL per day per drain. I believe the daily amount has to be under 30 for the drains to come out. My first post op is in two days, so we’re probably looking at next week for the drain. I’m seriously about to pull this tape off. It’s aggravating as heck.


Anyways. God bless you. We have a wonderful, healing, gracious, loving God. I am so blessed. 


If I think of anything else, I’ll post. 


#MyBoyRocks #boymom #gimmemoreboys #unBRCAble #flatchest #previvor #theytriedtokillme #JesusLovesMeThisIKnow #



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