Ode to my surgery socks

While skimming through some blogs the other day I came across a fun little post about comfy clothes over at my friend Neely's blog, A Complete Waste of Makeup. Her post made me think about my own, most favorite EVER piece of comfy clothing -- My surgery socks. Yes, surgery socks.

Let me tell you a little story...

Part one:
Back in 2010 I had a boob job. Which I still love. (if anybody has any questions about what goes on with breast implants during pregnancy feel free to ask me - as I have always said, my life is an open book). Hospitals, as most know, are FREEZING... unless your pregnant then you are never cold. ever. So, for my surgery, they had me put on these ridiculous compression stockings, wrapped me in heat blankets, and blew out air under my blankets to make sure that I stayed warm during the surgery. After all was said and done and it was time for me to go home, I got these hideous grey socks with grippers on the bottom to help keep me from falling. I named them my "surgery socks." These socks ROCK. They are so comfortable and keep my feet warm AND, since we have hardwood floors throughout my house, they really do keep me from busting my butt (which I have been known to do one or two times). Needless to say, although I was in love with my new boobs, I was really in love with my new socks!

Part two:
When I found out I was pregnant and realized I would be going back to the same hospital in which I got my boobs, I IMMEDIATELY got super stoked thinking I would get more surgery socks. I would own two sets of them! Oh my gosh!! (Even more exciting since my beloved first pair were now worn pretty thin and Zamp had chewed a hole in one of them - sad day) My pregnancy was sooo not ideal but I kid you not, knowing there were surgery socks waiting for me at the end of the 9 months helped get me through it all. Yes, I am serious. So the night Bret and I got checked in to the hospital and got settled into the L&D room, he asked the nurse about the socks. She gave me a bag that had little personal items for me in it and said my socks, MY SOCKS, were in there - YAY! Oh so wrong.. The socks in the bag were NOT my surgery socks. They were these posh, uber soft, brown fuzzy socks. I put them on and immediately hated them. Where were my ugly grey, rough, man socks?! Needless to say I was bummed. Seriously bummed. And refused to wear these new socks. The night progressed, Brooklyn arrived the next day, and the socks were forgotten. Until.... that night! I was blessed to have my night nurse be a woman that I currently work with. So, yes, I asked her about them. I asked her if they still had surgery socks at the hospital. She referred me to the brown hoax that I currently had waded up in my suitcase. No, no, no. So I described MY surgery socks to her and she thought she could get some for me. Joy! About an hour later my socks arrived -- and not just one pair, BUT TWO!! She brought me TWO pairs of surgery socks!! Oh my goodness!! If you want to talk about one of the biggest highs of my life, that was it. (I kid you not. Ask anybody who was there).

So that is the story of my COMFY clothes that I cannot live without - My now three pairs of surgery socks!

(I thought I would sneak Brooklyn into the picture as well since, thanks to her, I got MORE socks)