My first week post op, I found harder than I thought it was going to be, yes I’m a busy full time mum, but something just wasn’t right…At first I put it down to the fact that I was tired and my kiddies weren’t very well, I didn’t immediately fall in love with my new implants like I thought that perhaps I should and I just felt off! I felt like I had the flu and just felt in general blah (but then how else are you meant to feel one week after such surgery?)
8 days after my exchange, I had an appointment with my plastic surgeon’s nurse to have my dressings changed (I had on a foam bra made of tape just to keep everything in place) and as she started removing it realized that it had actually burnt my skin and left me quite raw… so gently she kept on peeling… Then once she had taken it all off turned to me and said, um I think there is a problem with your implant, looking down I thought yeah you know you could be right! My left implant looked small and on a lean whilst my right implant sat plump and bruised almost black, and all of a sudden the nurse looked uncomfortable! She decided to call another Plastic surgeon as mine was in theatre.. He walked in and studied my breasts, and said casually, “the left implant has ruptured and is suppose to look like the right, you will need an ultra sound to determine the viability”.. “you will need to be at the hospital by 7.30am and no food after 11pm tonight” and with that he left… The nurse was very sympathetic and apologetic too, I had gone to the appointment alone thinking that it was just a casual check up and now the implants that I hadn’t really warmed to were causing me problems. Esto’s reaction was the hardest, I told him I had to go back to the hospital and he got angry (not with me) but because he couldn’t take time off work and we needed to arrange someone to watch the kids, the Doctor told me I would be home by midday and that it was no big deal, so I had arranged that Esto’s mum watch the kids until the afternoon and then I would home…
I was so unprepared, Esto dropped me off at the hospital entrance and kissed me goodbye asking me to text him when I knew what time I had to be picked up… I wandered around the hospital as I was early and finally decided that maybe the earlier I am the earlier I will get out of here! The nurse came out and asked me to pop on a hospital bracelet and sign a consent for surgery form (all standard procedures even if you don’t have surgery) and told me to wait in the waiting room, I watched a bit of TV, confessions of a go go dancer were on! I started to feel really ill and my head started getting really heavy, I put it down to nerves and the fact that I was starting to get the flu.. My Plastic Surgeon Sarah arrived and we went into her exam room where she examined me, she looked really confused at first and was wondering why everyone was making a big deal of my left breast when to her quite clearly the problem was with the right, she ordered an ultra sound and I went back into the waiting room… about an hour later (watching more TV this time the sisterhood of the travelling pants) I started to feel emotional, my head was pounding my back was aching my foobies were tight and I could almost feel them want to pop when I breathed out! I felt like I was going to cry!
After my exchange surgery I met a women named Kiri, she is the breast reconstruction nurse and supports women who are going through reconstruction. Sarah had called her and told her I was in and waiting on an ultra sound etc so she decided to pay me a visit to see how I was holding up, (poor thing) she walked into the waiting room and smiled at me and I burst into tears! She lead me to a private room and let me cry, I was tired, I felt lonely, I felt guilty, I was ready to give up. A nurse helped her put in a lure for an IV, I was given some pain pills and it was decided they would let me sleep and I would be woken for the ultra sound..
As the nurse took me down to ultra sound I started vomiting, I had gone down hill fast through out the day, and could barely move, laying on the table for the ultra sound I felt so ill I couldn’t even look at the screen, the lady was so nice, she was explaining everything to me and all I could think is man I just want to go to sleep! My left implant was fine but my right implant had a massive haematoma, or large infusion mainly over the superior breast and some internal septations .. Another radiographer came in and decided that it could be drained and using a needle and he would do it right there and I would be allowed home in 30minutes wooohhhhoooooo!! That was of course until he started draining and in 10minutes had only 2ml of fluid… he sent the fluid for urgent testing… uh oh back upstairs I go!
I was in the lift on my way back upstairs when Esto called, I got out of the lift and said to him “babe I’m going to throw up, I’ll call you back!”, the nurse took one look at me and rushed to get a bowl, and then started some anti nausea medication to hopefully stop the vomiting as I had been fasting so I had nothing to vomit…. I started drifting off to sleep when Sarah came in and said, “it’s bad news I’m afraid, the haematoma is actually infected which is why your so sick, and we need to operate now”….. by this time it was 5.30pm and I called Esto, there was no way he was going to make it to the hospital before my surgery to see me and it was going to be too late for him to come afterwards, his feeling of helplessness made me sad, and again I had guilt, I had elected this surgery, now I was ruining everyone’s plans with a decision I made, I broke down again wondering if I even had the strength to get through this.
I don’t remember recovery, only that I was vomiting, but when I woke in the morning I had a sad feeling, and felt really down, I texted my friend Teri:
I wish you lived closer, I broke down for the first time yesterday, I hate this pain, I hate feeling defeated, I just feel so broken, at least I’m alive tho…
I cried and cried and cried, I felt so lonely, like I no longer knew my own body…..
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