One week!

 I made it! I’m one week post op. 

Last week, coming home from surgery, the struggle to get in the car, the house, the bed…. Could not have imagined how far I’ve come this week. 

I keep telling myself over and over again: it’s a MARATHON, not a sprint. 

I’ve cried so much this week. So so much. The last time I cried this much, I was probably pregnant or enjoying a new baby or grieving. Seriously. 

But, I’m trusting the process. Trusting my care team. Trusting my body. 

After my shower today, I took some time out of brace, bandage, and wrap to look at my knee. It’s different than I remember. Hopefully, the scar will fade and I won’t be so sad when I look at it in the future. The stitch work is …. Well, it’s not pretty like my stitching but it’s not too bad. 

I tried to just focus on the healing and ignore the ugly bits. 

Rest

Ice

Compression

Elevation 


Rice method for the win, I guess… because I was able to TIGHTEN the brace a little today.  The swelling is finally decreasing; but the bruising is more pronounced and so is the soreness. 

With the good, comes the bad. And I’m choosing to focus on the good bits- as much as possible. 


I still wanna keep it real and share the highs and lows. 

Lows like - not being able to move sometimes because the pain is unbearable or not being able to sleep because I cannot get comfortable. I’m a side sleeper and I’ll always be a side sleeper and due to the brace, I can’t exactly side sleep.. so I’m uncomfortable. 


But the highs like - extra snuggles with my kids and being able to actually see my progress. I can see the swelling go down and watch the bruises heal- mentally, that does a lot for me. 


I wouldn’t have survived this week without my husband- my biggest cheerleader and my support. He’s been holding down the fort and caring for the house while I focus on healing and for that, I’ll never be able to express how much it means to me. I am so so thankful for him. 

My sweet babies have been so great at keeping my spirits up this week. They too, have been so supportive and helpful and so patient with me- something I could use on myself. 

Overall, this week has been up and down with more ups than downs. 

One week down…. 51 to go




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