Tiny Steps, Big Feelings
🌼 Date: Thursday, March 26, 2026
⚡ Energy: Soft Puppy Snuggles + Slightly Panicked Brain
❤️ Status: Cautiously Watching Things
🤔 Outlook: Calling the Experts in the Morning
Miss Maizy is starting to get a little braver today.
This morning she ventured farther out into the front yard and followed Gidget around like a tiny fuzzy shadow. It was honestly the cutest thing. Gidget would move… and Maizy would toddle right behind her like, “Wait for me! I’m learning the ropes here.”
She’s also starting to explore more inside the house and outside, and I think she’s beginning to recognize her name.
Which, let’s be honest, is a big deal for a 5-pound princess who just moved into a completely new kingdom. 👑
There was also a lot of cuddling today.
Some on mommy’s lap…
And at one point she even took a nap with daddy.
Apparently, Casey is now a certified tiny dog mattress.
Meanwhile Gidget has fully embraced her new role as Senior Co-Pilot and Life Coach.
Things were feeling pretty peaceful… until bedtime.
And that’s when my brain decided to take a hard left turn into Anxietyville.
When I was putting on my jammies tonight, I noticed something weird.
My left foob felt extremely soft.
Like… natural boob soft.
Which is the complete opposite of how it normally feels. Normally the expander is rock hard because it’s filled with saline. The only part that still feels firm right now is the top where the metal port sits.
At the same time, I’ve been having these strange pains near the bottom of the expander, but tonight they were much worse. The kind that send a lightning bolt zinger straight through your entire body.
And if you know me, you know my brain immediately goes to:
Worst. Case. Scenario.
So instead of drifting off peacefully to sleep, I grabbed an ice pack, took a couple Tylenol, and laid there running through every possibility my brain could come up with.
Did the expander spring a leak and the softness I’m feeling is saline that leaked into the pocket where the implant will eventually sit?
Did the massage during physical therapy yesterday push too hard or deep and cause a bruise or a seroma (which is a fluid buildup that sometimes has to be drained)?
And these zingers? They’re getting more frequent and feel like the sharp corner of something is poking inward toward my sternum or down toward my abdomen.
Anytime I bend over it triggers the pain.
Anytime I use my abdominal muscles… same thing.
The good news is I’m not running a fever and there’s no extra redness beyond the normal post-surgery stuff.
So for tonight, I’m icing it, trying not to spiral too far down the WebMD rabbit hole, and planning to call the plastics department first thing in the morning.
Because sometimes the bravest thing you can do is stop guessing and call the professionals.
But for now, I’m laying here listening to the tiny breathing sounds of two little Yorkie girls sleeping nearby…
And reminding myself that today still had a lot of good in it.
Tiny steps.
Tiny paws.
Tiny princess in pink jammies.
And tomorrow we figure out the rest.
💗 Tina –
One Badass Day at a Time
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