Day 2 Post-Op #TMIAlert

Wednesday, Day 2 out from a 7+ hour long operation in this gender reassignment/feminization journey for Firstborn, aka Rowena.

It’s one thing to know this ‘n that will happen – shorten the distance from the upper lip to the nostrils, repair deviated septum (which by-the-by was 80% displaced and causing all manner of difficulties), adjusting the hairline, the chin, etc – and it’s quite another to watch the doctor unwrap the mummy, revealing the full, glorious extent of what actually was involved. Believe me, there’s way more to this than meets the eye.

The swelling was impressive, to say the least. Eyes swollen shut, black and blue everything everywhere, an upper lip resembling a poofy beak, two stent type devices keeping the nostrils open but not unclogged, a nose brace. But the real extent of the damage, um… work… was revealed after the gauze came off.

Yowzers. There’s a line of stitches from right ear to left, across the crown of the forehead, probably 200+ in all. It was all neat and tidy, not at all gross (the nose is gross, trust me on this one) and of course I needed details.

And boy howdy, I got them—down to the nitty gritty of shaving away the bones forming the masculine brow ridge, giving lift and separation (no, not the boob job, that comes later) to the eyebrows which actually are quite fetching, and then some magic done to reduce the widow’s peak. I can see now why they call it “plastic” surgery.

Her chin has a new implant (that’s to modify her dad’s genetic contribution) to look more feminine. The Adam’s apple was shaved down, and quite a substantial amount of excess “fat” was removed – he mentioned a number but all I could think was… do you do hips? Sign me up.

He got to comparing noses, Ro’s and mine, while both of us moaned and whined how much we hated our noses, and he’s all no no it’s a good nose a strong nose. He stopped short at strong Slavic peasant nose so props for that.

I’m going to throw out there that this medical trip also included some demasculinization as well, mostly to reduce testosterone production so the hormone therapy can proceed apace but at reduced, safer levels.

So far Ro’s been able to drink sparingly, mostly water and gatorade, a couple mugs of chicken broth, and protein drinks. Today I’m on a mission to get some solid food into her. It won’t be easy – her mouth is still so swollen she can’t really open it much. And I’m real sure she isn’t keen on me trying to spoon feed her. I’ve got bananas to mash, some flavored instant oatmeal, the ubiquitous jello.

Neither of us were really prepared for the aftermath of the surgery. I had planned on going home today to resume taking care of the critters but there’s no way I can leave her alone. She’s pretty much bed ridden until the stitches come out (moving around elevates the blood pressure and that’s a very bad thing) so a dear friend has stepped up and will care for the horses, chickens, Little Miss Mayhem and Mr Tom through Friday. By then I should be able to run home and check on things, then day trip until next week.

If all goes well, Ro might come home on Tuesday.

Gawd, she’s brave. She doesn’t complain although I know she’s in pain. She’s grateful for all the well-wishes and prayers coming her way. And I know she’s a little nervous about how she’ll look once all the swelling goes down and she’s ready to see her new normal. It’s very exciting, and very nerve-wracking too.

And again, my thanks to all of you who support Rowena on this journey. It means so much to both of us.

Peace and love.


About Nya Rawlyns

Crossing boundaries, taking no prisoners. Write what’s in your soul. It’s the bass beat, the heartbeat, the lyrics rude and true. Nya Rawlyns is the pseudonym of a writer who cut her teeth on sports-themed romantic comedy and historical romances before finding her true calling in the wilderness areas she has visited but calls “home” in that place that counts the most: the heart. She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or two pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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9 Responses to Day 2 Post-Op #TMIAlert

  1. Lyn Ehley says:

    Send her love and very gentle hugs! She’s a brave lady!❤


  2. Cynthia Radthorne says:

    Lots of hugs for our Ro, and she *will* be beautiful once everything heals up, for she will then be *her*.

    And lots of hug for mom, whose love for her daughter is so clearly evident in everything you do.


  3. John Booth says:

    All my best wishes to both of you. My subconscious keeps playing Dolly Parton singing “sometimes it’s hard to be a woman.” which I know is no help at all (and is driving me crazy.)


  4. billkirton says:

    What a journey! You’re putting a brave face on it and managing to maintain a lightness of touch but I can’t imagine how traumatic it is – for both of you. Your friends out here (and over here) are helpless but if the good wishes do contribute a little, then they’ll keep on coming in huge bundles. Take care of Ro and yourself and let’s hope recovery is quick. XXX and hugs.


    • Nya Rawlyns says:

      Your well wishes and good thoughts are most welcome! Thank you so much.❤


  5. mitziflyte says:

    I don’t think most people realize the strength and determination that’s needed to go through gender-reassignment surgery. Her courage is remarkable.



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