From the moment I knew that puberty wasn't going to bless me with boobs, I always thought I would eventually develop, I began looking into the possibilities of breast augmentation. At 18, I knew the chances were grim, so I set a personal goal. "By the time I turn 25, I will get my boob job".
I had my ba on August 26th, 1999, just 24 days shy of my 25th birthday. Shew. I made it. I am 5'10, 150 lbs. I don't have any children, or a husband for that matter! I had a really hard time finding photos or experiences of girls close to my same stats I consulted with four other doctors before I found my doctor. I truly believe that if you don't feel comfortable with your doctor 100%, keep on moving, so I did. I was very lucky. My plastic surgeon is not biased on overs or unders, incision, or size. He listened to everything I said, then made his recommendation.
I was very interested in the TUBA incision method. I liked it for the idea of having no scars and a quick recovery. The only real concern I had was I had always wanted the implant placed under the muscle. After flipping through a million photos, seeing many results of over the muscle placement, I decided to go with the TUBA incision over the muscle. My next obstacle was size. This seemed to vary so much. I was a small B, but I'm also 5'10. I wanted to be in the D range. Girls on Nicole's site seemed to be in the D range with anywhere from 200 to 650 ccs! My doctor recommended at least 450 ccs, but wanted me to go bigger. I decided that I would get 400's overfilled to 450.
The morning of the surgery I was a mess. Driving to the office seemed like a dream. What was I doing? Why was I altering my body? Am I this vain? Is spending all this money worth it? I had been breast obsessed for as long as I could remember. Was I being logical? When I arrived at the office, I was put into a gown and very quickly brought into the OR. I spoke with my doctor and he really thought I should up the size, so I listened to his recommendation. I went with 475's overfilled to 550. I asked the anesthesiologist if she could give me something to "take away" the worry. So she started the IV and gave me some of something, Valium I think. The next thing I knew, she told me the doctor was on his way, so she was going to start to put me out…..
Next thing I knew, I was waking up. I was in an immense amount of pain, honestly it felt as though they had stacked four elephants on my chest. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to cry, and I was kept drifting in and out of sleep. Finally, I was able enough to get up and move to the car. I asked for more pain medicine, but they told me they had given me the max until I got home.
The ride home was a nightmare too! Rush hour Atlanta traffic, ugggggg! Didn't sleep a wink of it. Finally I made it home. My best friend had taken me to my surgery and it scared her to see me hurting the way I was, so she called my boyfriend as asked him to come help me up to my apartment. I didn't want anyone touching me so I got out of the car and into the elevator by myself. I remember walking with my shoulders up to my ears, for some this made it feel mildly better. I laid on the couch and everyone tried to make me as comfortable as possible. So this is what everyone meant by feeling as though you'd been hit by a Mac Truck! Well, then came the next nightmare.
Day 2. I knew I was allergic to Codeine, so my doctor prescribed Percocets, synthetic codeine. Thus began the series of drug runs. Everything made me throw up… Percocet, Darvocet, and Vicodin. Finally Bridget came back with anti-nausea suppositories. I was so out of it, I had no shame! They helped only a little. Finally, I broke down. I cried and cried and cried. I had spent the last 24 hours in unspeakable pain because the pain meds couldn't kick in before I threw them back up. Dr. Larsen asked Bridget to bring me back in.
When I arrived at his office I had matted hair and a tear streamed face. I was miserable. He immediately gave me two shots, one for pain and one for the nausea. Then he called in one last drug, Mepergan. The wonder drug. The drug of drugs. Anyway, I finally feel asleep in his office only to be awaken by nightmare #3. My first massage. The mere idea of someone touching me in this area at that moment was unspeakable. First he did the massage and EKKKKKK! OMG it hurt! Then he wanted me to do it… I displayed the weakest version of massage possible. No way was I squeezing these things one more time. So we stood up and went to the mirror for the unveiling of the ugliest set of boobs I had ever seen. They were WAY too BIG, WAY too HIGH, and WAY TOO EVERYTHING! Despite what everyone had told me going into the surgery, I lost it. Back into major tears. No matter how much preparation you do, it's hard to see your body look so augmented. I thought I'd made the mistake of my life. We drove home.
Day 3. Well the Mepergan worked like a champ and I was over the hump. I was able to eat, sleep, and drink. I didn't want to look at my chest, but I felt good. I still needed help getting up and both Bridget and Joe mastered the "neck lift". I was still out of it. I hallucinated eating and would catch myself pretend eating corn of the cob!!! Hehehe! I started to get back my sense of humor and everything seemed to get better by the third day. Had it not been for the problem with the pain meds, I imagine this really wouldn't have been too unpleasant of an experience. So here I am.
One month post op and EVERYTHING was well worth it. I love my new breasts. They look fabulous! They have started to fall a great deal and they look very natural. The swelling has gone down and the size is perfect! My incision has almost completely healed and is total concealed in my navel. The only bruising I really ever had was on the inside of my breasts and on my stomach. The bruising had totally disappeared by 1 ½ weeks post. The only negative I can think of is that I've started getting small red stretch marks on my chest, so my doctor has me putting Retin A on them. Hopefully I can get rid of them!! I lost a tad of sensation in the crease, at the point where they put in the local pain meds, but that has totally returned since the second week.
I have no regrets. I wanted to share my experience because even though the road was bumpy, the end result was well worth it. I would do it all again in a second. Nicole's site has made me so much more educated and I have developed so many new bosom buddies! It's great to have a support group to turn to with every little question that pops up! I recommend doing a lot of homework before getting a ba. Nicole's site has tons of information. Interview your doctor, remember, you're paying him/her big bucks! Good luck to everyone and THANK YOU Nicole for all the hard work you've done! It has been a major difference for so many women!
Heather in Atlanta