I’m now 3 weeks post breast reduction surgery. I am interacting with baby MPB like nothing has changed, with one exception – to the best of my ability, I avoid his entire body wiggles in the vicinity of my chest, particularly his leg kicks. Those just don’t feel great.
I am still bruised – mostly light green and yellow bruising now, which is a substantial improvement from the original brown, red and bluish bruising. I’ll admit, I’m really excited for the bruising to go away, it’s just not pretty.
I still have a one small area that are not healing as well as everywhere else. But, I know there is nothing to be concerned about and they will just be a few weeks slower to heal. For now, lots of polysporin until it is completely closed because evidently keeping it moist will drastically reduce potential scaring. But, this means I am still living in my post surgery sports-bra with panty-liners lining the incision.
The incision lines are still there, and I’m told will actually start to look worse before they will look better. 6 weeks post-surgery is supposed to be the worst they will ever look. Then they will continue to improve over the next few years.
In addition, now that the stitches are dissolving and moving around a bit, I also have to cut any stitches that rise to the surface through my skin. And depending on where they are I have to get Mr. MPB’s help. I’ve decided this is probably not the sexiest thing he’s ever done with my boobs!
The oddest side effect, which I was not expecting, is the result of the nerves around my nipples re-attaching. I went from the odd shooting pain to now feeling like my nipples are burning. In fact, at times they feel like they are literally on fire. Sometimes the feeling is fleeting and lasts for just moments. Other-times, it seems to last for hours on end! I’m told this is also normal and a good sign for my recovery. I’m also told it may continue for a few more months. But, it’s maybe one of the weirdest sensations I’ve ever felt. Super weird.
While I never loved my old giant boobs, I was never overly negatively self-conscious about them either. It’s just how I was built and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. But since they were always very prominently there, I dressed to hide and minimize. No low collar shirts, very expensive bras, no button up shirts, slouching, etc.
Yet now, even while still recovering, I look in the mirror and I feel better about myself then I ever have. Heck, I now feel better about myself then I ever thought possible.
While Mr. MPB is still afraid to touch me, he does like to tease me because all I do now is talk about my boobs and how much I love them – I talk about them morning, noon and night. I talk about how perky they are, how proportional they are, how cute they are, etc. (I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this or not – my breast reduction included a lift and the lift is a very nice touch). So, through a combination of adoption, not breastfeed and surgery, I am now convinced that I probably have some of the perkiest, nicely shaped boobs for a mother of an infant.
Honestly, I feel sexy in an entirely new way. I love how I look today more then I ever have before. And I am excited to see how great I will look as the bruising continues to heal and ultimately go away.
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