Removed

Yesterday I was able to finally get my itchy stitches out. I have been doing a great job of examining them myself and almost even removed them, too, but used my best medical advice and decided against them since I am neither a nurse nor a doctor. I was commended by the nurse for it too. Because they were so close to my eyebrow, each stitch she removed felt like the pluck of a stubborn eyebrow hair. She was kind enough to lay a piece of gauze on my chest and lay the stitches one by one on it so I could see.

"See, just like tiny little hairs!" exclaimed the nurse.
"Mmmm, yes." I could not believe the play by play I was getting.

Finally, my appointment (which was pushed a half hour past my original meeting time) ended with the nurse acting out how the proper pressure and circular movement I should be massaging my scar once it heals a little more.

"Just like this," she says as she starts massages my kneecap.
"Got it, thanks," I say, only she doesn't stop.
"You could change direction like this or add more pressure like this to break up the fibroids."
"Really, I completely understand, thank you again." I'm feeling super weird about a nurse touching me at this point.

If only I could have convinced her to have demonstrated that on my back or shoulders...I'm sure I would have understood a little better.

Anywho, I'm going to post a few today, since I have some catching up to do with Marley's pictures. Here are some from when my mom was kind enough to spend her entire spring break babysitting her granddaughter. Thanks mom, that was a HUGE help!

Frankenbaby!!

Marley with her great grandma