Wow! so much has happened since I last wrote anything on this blog, but I thought for my own sake, I needed to write in an update about everything. Life sure has changed since my surgery, but I'd have to say definately for better. As most people know, my marriage broke down a couple of months after my surgery. I can't say that the surgery caused the breakdown, but it definately didn't help it either. People have their own ways of dealing with things, and sometimes it makes things difficult. Anyways, Scott has been out of my life now for well over a year and a half, and damn it feels good. I could probably now write a whole blog about unhealthy relationships, emotional abuse and idiot ex husbands, but instead i'll focus on the positive. In September of 2011, I had my implants put in. In October of 2011, I found out I was expecting. What?! Three weeks after my surgery and I was apparently pregnant. You know, I have to laugh about this one because when most women who undergo surgery are barely walking three weeks after surgery, and I apparently got got myself pregnant. Well, not myself, but you know what I mean. On July 11, 2012 I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named Alora Marie. She is named after my Mom, Jacqueline Marie. Her Dad ,Trevor and I had been really close friends for a while, and now we have a baby together. I haven't said this too often in my life, but having Trevor & Alora in my life really is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Trevor is such a wonderful person and he has taught me what it means to be happy in life. He cares about me a lot, and is always there for me. He is an amazing Dad and loves our little girl so much. Having a baby was not in the plans for either of us in our lives right now, but we've managed and I think it's been great for us both. Alora is a wonderful little girl and she is definately the daughter I always hoped I'd have someday. Having had the surgery, I was not able to breast feed. Before my surgery, that was one of the things I had to make the decision about, knowing I would not be able to breast feed my children. When I got pregnant, I think a small part of me felt sad knowing I couldn't feed my child, but it only bothered me for a short time and then I realized that although I can't feed my child from my breasts, I will be able to watch my daughter grow up, get married and have children of her own, something I didn't have my own Mom around to see. I saw the plastic surgeon a couple of weeks ago, and I had Alora with me at the appointment. I sat there waiting for the doctor, and I fed her with her bottle. I looked around the room and thought about all of the many times that I had been there, and about my surgery, and I hugged Alora tight and knew that I had made the best decision.
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| Feeding my daughter from a bottle means I will be there to watch her grow up! |
