I have been flat, flat, flat all my life. I could barely fit into a 32 A and have grown up painfully insecure about my body. I remember hitting puberty and making a vow never to sleep on my stomach so my breasts had “room to grow”. Well – they never did.
I knew it was time to get them done when I was watching a documentary on breast cancer patients who were about to have their breasts removed. I remember one woman crying and saying that she can’t imagine her life without her breasts. I honestly couldn’t relate to her at all. And I wondered how much I was missing.
When I began contemplating about a breast enhancement surgery, my main concern was what doctor I chose. After going to a few consultations and doing a years worth of research, I found a great plastic surgeon in Canada. He is the only doctor in the Toronto area who allows his patients to stay over night after the surgery to be consistently monitored as opposed to being wheeled out to a car as soon as the procedure is finished. I was sold after the consultation. He put me at ease right away, I liked him immediately. He told me I could go to a B cup and be conservative, or a C/D cup.
Because I had never (nor have known anyone) who has ever gone through with a breast augmentation, I originally chose a B cup, but then realized that I was paying good money to get them done and I’ve always wanted to know what it was like to have big breasts – so I went for the full C/small D cup. And I’m so glad I did. If you’re anything like me, the kind of person who has trouble making up their mind about the size, my best suggestion would be to go with the bigger option. You will get used to them so fast, trust me. I would regret it if I had gone any smaller than a C. They look amazing in everything I put on.
Anyway, the day of the surgery I was a nervous wreck. When I got all suited up in my surgical booties and walked into the surgery room, I thought I was going to faint. The staff led me over to the operating table and told me to lie down (that was the worst part). Then the doctor told me that I’m going to start to feel a little bit drunk...and man did I ever! I felt awesome. I closed my eyes and before I knew it I woke up in the recovery room laughing hysterically. Honestly, whatever drugs they gave me were heaven.
The overnight was awesome, I had a nurse all to myself (included in the price), who tended to my every need. I was super comfortable the entire time. When it was time to go home, my plastic surgeon walked me to my car and gave me flowers ? Again, I knew I had gone to the right Doctor. I was given Percocets to take every few hours. For me, the best way to describe the pain was a burning feeling. I didn’t feel like anyone was sitting on my chest – but I did feel like my boobs were really hot. It was a sharp pain for me, but not anything I couldn’t handle without pain killers – try not listen to the stories people tell on here that it was the worst pain they’ve ever had...I know different people have different pain thresholds but you’ll be fine as long as you go to the right doctor, I can’t stress that enough. The pain won’t last for more than a couple of weeks. I was fine to go to the bathroom by myself, I could wash my hair the next day. Try not to worry!I wish I had someone to tell me that before I had it done.
The only thing I found difficult was coming off of the pain meds. I found myself a little bit depressed for about a week. That goes away too, some people call this the “post-op blues”. Believe me, it won’t last forever. Anyway, it’s been 2 months since the operation and I’m a 32 D – it’s amazing. Trying on all my clothes all over again was the best part. The shirts that used to look alright on me look smokin hot now!
It really was the best decision I ever made for myself...I would do it all over again in a heart beat. If you’re thinking about getting them done, all I can say is that it’s worth it and you’ll thank yourself every time you look in the mirror or go bra shopping ? Good luck!
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