Impromptu Update

Wasn't planning on doing another update so soon, but last night I was going to take a shower, and my husband stated that he could tell a bit of a change, and then insisted we do some more photos for the blog.

I kinda just want to stop right here for a moment and say that I really love this man.  I'm not really sure how many men out there would do the things that he does for me.  This goes beyond the monetary for me....yes, he provides, but it's so much more.  I had a major (elective) surgery (the elective part kinda makes it even more awesome of him, because he could've been like, no, you chose this, you deal)....and this man....he cleans the house after work.  He doesn't give me a single amount of grief that the clothes aren't done, the floors aren't swept.  He has cooked us dinner the past few nights, did the dishes, fluffed my pillows, brushed my hair, washes me in the shower while I sit, rubs my lower back, put coconut oil on my sore butt (from not pooping for a week, and then doing ALL the poo in a day).  Hell, he even said he'd help me wipe my ass if I need him too.

I could cry at how loving this man is.  How he knows I'm an emotional wreck and comes home to just stroke my arm, kiss my forehead and fix me some ice water.  Thing is, I can do stuff.  Slowly, but I can do it.  I can put away the clothes.  I can sweep the floor.  But he says no.  Rest.  My healing is infinitely more important to him than laundry or the floor.  And I feel like I put too much on his plate, him now having my job and his job and making sure I'm ok.  But he will hear nothing of the sort.

I'd like to think that most men out there would be this devoted and caring to their wives.  But the truth is, I know many aren't.  I know I have a rare man, and despite his faults and occasional fuck ups, he's an amazing, caring, devoted man.

Ok...enough with the mushy crap nobody cares about.....
These photos are one week and two days post op.

Left side (super bruised side, lol)  These bruises are HARD, and every day I have massage them so the blood will break up and disperse correctly :/  Hurts so much.  Still swollen, but you can see a small decrease.

Right side.  You can still see I'm not standing fully erect yet, but it'll happen.  

Front View, he said was most noticeable.  Sides have started to go back in, and my "buttum" has reduced drastically, which is good.  The last part of the swelling to go down will be the bottom part near my incision.  But, again, I am only one week post op, so this is good.

Lastly, we have a scar update.  I have to lay down at a slight angle after a shower for it to air dry (no towel drying).  While I lay there hubby puts a mixture of coconut oil, arnica, and vitamin e oil onto my incision (and my belly button).  It is looking better, healing well.  I think this is the biggest and most noticeable change for me.

Now, I want to add here, that I am very aware I still have stretch marks.  I'm also very aware that I am not "skinny" (and even after the swelling goes down and I am my new "normal" it will not be "skinny")   For me, this was not the point of the tummy tuck.  I weighed 180lbs going into surgery and I was thrilled to be at that weight.  After swelling and all the healing is done, my doctor says I will be hitting about 160 to 165 lbs.  This is beyond my expectations.  The point of this surgery, for me, was to be able to look in the mirror, naked, and not cry.  So I have stretch marks still?  So I can't see my bones?  I don't give a shit.  From day one of being able to remove my garment, I have been able to look at myself naked in the mirror, and you know what?  I fucking SMILE every damn time.  And THAT is why I did this.