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What I’ve Been Reading – May 2019

My reading has been a little off-the-charts these past few months. I’ve managed to read 11 books. ELEVEN. There’s a reason for that though, because for the past month I haven’t been able to move from my recliner (more on that HERE).

FAVORITE FICTION BOOK

There were so many good fiction books these past few months: More than once I was scribbling quotes down or taking pictures of whole pages of text. Toward the end I was on a France kick…I don’t even know why.

One Day in December was definitely my fluff-favorite…it was just fun, but at the same time very relatable. It was also another of Reese’s Book Club suggestions.

The Baker’s Secret was hands-down my absolute favorite. This one had been on my TBR list for years and with being on bed-rest I requested it from the library.

It was so well written. So much of the truth and hard beauty of WW2 and humanity. The writing was well done, the characters were developed and well thought out. Just all around a REALLY good book.

FAVORITE NON-FICTION BOOK

The Wondering Years and The Ministry of Ordinary Places were two wildly different books. Both were very good for what they are. (I reviewed both of them over the past few months, links are right above).

Honestly, neither of them achieved favorite status, but between the two, The Wondering Years was the more enjoyable read. It just appealed to my interest in pop culture.

THE BOOK I DIDN’T LIKE

The Poisonwood Bible. It was a struggle and I so wanted to like it. A friend had suggested it and I always feel bad when I don’t like a book that someone else thought I would.

It was just too long and too wordy. It had really good bits, but there was so much that I ended up just skimming over, because it just was not worth the effort to read and decipher what was going on.

What have you been reading?

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(I’ve notated books I’ve read for my book club * and F for Fiction, NF for Non-Fiction, and A if it was an Audiobook).

*This post contains affiliate links. You can read my disclosure policy here.

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Diastasis Recti – 4 Weeks Post Op

I’ve been sharing over on Instagram about my recovery from surgery on April 2nd to get my Diastasis Recti repaired, but I know a lot of you over here aren’t on IG.

Over the past two years I have been trying to resolve the issues I’ve had with back pain and the excess skin I have from triplets. No one was able to provide me with any help or guidance.

My PCP told me, “It’s not like they can just stitch the muscles back together.” No that’s actually exactly what they do.

My OBGYN had never heard of DR, but was willing to refer me to a general surgeon.

The general surgeon proceeded to tell me “There are many causes for back pain; DR is NEVER one of them.”
Actually that’s the first and most predominant symptom of DR.

December 2017, I finally saw a plastic surgeon. He was the first person who didn’t look at me like I was crazy. 2018 was a year of losing as much weight as a could and getting stronger, all in the hopes of getting insurance to cover at least a part of bill.

The repeatedly refused: Having your stomach muscles stitched back together so that you have a functioning core is considered a cosmetic procedure.

Last winter sucked. There’s no other way to put it. It was icy and miserable. Walking every night was a death trap, and I eventually gave up. Throw in all the other stuff we were dealing with and it just didn’t happen. (I share more about that HERE).

Now that I’ve caught you up to speed.

On April 2nd, I went into surgery. What should’ve been 3.5 hours ended up being over 5 hours. My separation, which was thought to be 7-8 cm (just under 3″) ended up being 15 cm (6″).

I hate anesthesia. It takes forever for me to come out of it and days to recover from it. I actually realized that the reason I don’t like drinking is that being buzzed/drunk reminds me of anesthesia recovery. Not good.

Today, I am 4 weeks out of recovery. I’m doing more, spending more time upright, but I’m still weeks, if not months, away from reaching my baseline. I’m terrified that I’m going to do something and end up with a failed repair (i.e. the muscles re-separate). It does happen, but hopefully not to me.

Many of the failed repairs are chocked up to using dis-solvable sutures, which of course I have. My doctor talked me through the reasoning and I agree with him: The existence of a foreign object in your body and the possible complications. Also, if a re-tear occurs with permanent sutures, it’s very likely that it will shred the muscle, making the next option for repair mesh.

I’m not going to reiterate all the details of my recovery here…if you’re interested you can go to Instagram (the profile is public, so you don’t need an account to access it).

I refrained from showing the most gruesome of the photos (those are on Instagram), but here are before/after pictures from the day before surgery to 4 weeks post-op. I can’t get them any bigger, but you should be able to click on them to see them bigger.

This is one of the most measurable pictures for me. Obviously there is a drastic difference between before and after, BUT you can see my freckles in this one, which shows just HOW MUCH extra skin was removed from my upper abdomen. I have no more stretch marks on my stomach, only the ones on my flanks/hips.

I did try my bathing suit on today. I have a few more weeks of being in a full binder (imagine a velcro and elastic corset from boobs to hips) 24/7 then I can remove it to sleep at night, with, I’m assuming 4-6 weeks of wearing it during the day. Then I’ll transition to a compression garment (think spanx).

I wasn’t sure how that was going to work with the pool, but my bathing suit bottoms should be ok. The problem is that it’s my upper stomach that needs the support.

As for my stats, the day of surgery my measurements were 45-40-45.5 (bust/waist/hips) and I was weighing 190. Today I’m measuring 45.5-37-45 and weighing 183.5. I’m expecting my waist measurement to go down a little as the swelling resolves and I’m able to exercise more.

I miss being physical, whether it was walking, lifting, or just being able to do stuff. It will come. For now, I’m just grateful that the first place I gain weight is my boobs.

So for now, I just keep taking it slow. I’m still not doing much around the house, the odd load of laundry, making breakfast or lunch, easy dinners. I pick the kids up from school, and honestly, all of that is enough. Much more and I’m super tired and swollen.

I’ll get there. I knew going in that I had 2-3 months of recovery until I was at bare-minimum, a year before I’m back to me and exercising. One month down!

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