Makaela’s Blog: Mother’s Perspective on Surgery
August 24th, 2009
The Day of Surgery. Mikaela is nervous, which then makes me a bit nervous. She is worried about being nauseous afterwards and goodness knows she may get herself worked up to the point that she does throw up! I am not worried about the anesthesia or the surgery itself at all. As you already know, I am an RN and in the spirit of full disclosure, I am also a past patient of Dr. Bashioum’s. So I am totally confident that she is in awesome hands, the best! Mikaela met with many of the staff on the day of her surgery. She was treated with respect and kindness. I could sense from her that she was going to be okay through all of this. David, the nurse anesthetist, took special care to let her know that he would do everything he could to prevent her from “puking†as she put it. He told me that he would make sure that he medicated her appropriately so that she would have a comfortable recovery. The actual surgery takes under and hour and we were soon ready to head home.
Please check back to read all about Mikaela’s recovery.
Melissa’s Blog: 2 weeks Later
June 3rd, 2009
I love getting dressed now. It has been two and a half weeks since my breast augmentation surgery and I absolutely love getting up in the morning. In fact, I nearly leap out of bed with pure excitement to ask myself the question, “What do I wear today?” One of my greatest perks of surgery is that I can now wear my original clothes to their fullest potential. I knew from the implant sizer that I chose months before surgery, that I wasn’t going to have to go out and but a whole new wardrobe. I would actually be able to fill out my own clothes quite nicely, while still giving off a classy, yet modest look. And according to my husband, that is exactly what I have done. I believe his words were, once he caught his breath after his first look, “Honey, you look amazing.”
Did I happen to mention that I have a new Peeping Tom in the family? Yes, of course it’s my husband! Ever since the arrival of the new “girls,” it appears I can no longer take a shower alone in peace. I now understand why locks were invented. In the corner of my eye, I’ll see this head peering around the door. Too tall to be one of my children and unless my dog is standing on his hind legs, all fingers point to my husband. But when I catch him in the act, he delivers one of these lines… “Oh, did you call me?” I guess boys will be boys! Repeatedly and even today, he is constantly saying, “that size is perfect on you.” And I have to agree with him, but did my friend feel the same?
Please check back to follow more of my story tomorrow.
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