My story goes like this. I had nice shapely A breasts. Probably AA, I never had them actually sized professionally. I was tired of wearing push up bras to make clothes look nice. I was 25, 5' 8", 120 pounds. I have a very tall slim frame. I wanted breasts so I would look better in clothes and to feel sexy. I was moving to Las Vegas from Colorado Springs so I figured, people in Vegas all have big breasts.
I researched on the internet and found a plastic surgeon that only charged $3000.00 for implants and surgery! I could afford that! That was in June 2001. I arrived in Las Vegas, and ended up having a huge anxiety attack. I managed to deal with it and not get put on medication. I still wanted to get the surgery done, but I was afraid if I was on medication they could not do surgery. How silly.
I made an appointment with my plastic surgeon in October and scheduled the surgery November 8, 2001. I have no children, and still have no plans to have any yet. Right before I thought of surgery I knew someone who had had implants and just had a baby. I will cross that road if I get to it. I was dealing with a lot of stress. I had just purchased a new home, changed jobs, moved to a new state, all within the last 6 months but I wanted to have the surgery before I got to know a lot of people. I was determined to do something I wanted.
The days prior to surgery were scary and exciting. I was ready at times, and ready to cancel the whole thing at other times. My surgery was scheduled at 1:00 pm and I had to arrive an hour prior. Luckily my husband was off work so he was able to take me. The surgery was to take less then 2 hours, and my husband was going to drop me off and pick me up when they called.
I arrived at noon and while in the waiting room with my husband, I asked him what he thought. It was then that my husband told me he didn't even want me to have the surgery. Talk about pressure. I was ready to just say forget this and walk out of the hospital with him. I just sat there. He told me it was my decision and that he saw no need for them, they were fine the way they were. I was this close from losing my non-refundable money and saying forget it? I didn't leave. I was taken into the prep room, put on my gown, got my IV prepared, took a pregnancy test and waited. I had never been in an operating room, nor had surgery of any kind. I remember being cold, probably nerves.
The nurses were all so nice, and efficient. It all went so fast. The anesthesiologist came in, and I remember being calmed by him because he was quite older and had a limp. I thought to myself, he surely has to know what he is doing.
I was taken into the operating room and laid out on the table. I remember I was so cold, freezing. They were placing the warming outfit towels all over me. I was shaking so bad, and all I had on was my panties. Then came the drugs and I was out. I woke up and remembered thinking I wish I hadn' t woken up. I was still cold and shaking uncontrollable. The nurse asked me if I was nauseous, I don't think I answered. She told me she was going to give me a shot in my butt, and I didn't want her to because I thought it would hurt (giggle) of course I didn't even feel it.
I was coming in and out of sleep. I heard them call my husband then he showed up. He later told me that when he saw me he thought something was wrong, he said I was so pale and blue he thought I was dead. I didn't really feel too bad. They gave him all the instructions and we got in the car and drove home. I was awake most of the way home, and didn't feel any pain.
I got home and sat on the couch and doze for the rest of the day. My visit the next day was fine. I remember when he took the tight ace bandage wrap off and I looked down at my breast I smiled so big. They were huge. A to C is a difference. Dr. Canada said everything looked and went well. I remember I only took the pain pill for two days, but the problem was getting up from a lying position. That was almost impossible. And I did slump my shoulders over pretty bad when I walked.
I went through the next week without any concerns. I had some stitches taken out (I had the implant under the muscle and cut under the aorta). Besides being on pain pills I had anxiety pills. I took those to help me sleep. I really didn?t regret anything in the beginning. It was horrible sleeping on my back. I didn?t sleep on my sides for a good three weeks. I was uncomfortable for a while, but I went back to work after a week and was fine at my office job. Everyone was very supportative.
After two weeks the doctor removed all my stitches. It was a little tender and there was a little bleeding. He put some normal Band-Aids on. I went home and was sitting up and noticed blood on my shirt. Oh no the scar was bleeding. I tried applying pressure with a washrag and it wouldn?t quit bleeding. I?m not talking much blood either; I am talking a minimal trickle. I have never had anything bleed on me that did not stop, and I freaked! (This was the day before Thanksgiving). I went upstairs to where my husband was and I was balling. I had tears streaming down my face I was so upset. He thought someone had died. He inspected the area and told me not to worry - it was nothing serious.
I went to bed early and worried all night long.
The next day it was still bleeding. I called the doctor and my husband ran to the store and bought some tape Band-Aids - the skin like kinds. The doctor called back and said there was nothing to worry about and the skin Band-Aids stopped the bleeding like a charm.
I just hit my 6 months yesterday. Everything appears normal; they look great and are feeling better everyday. I have some sensation loss on the inside of my left breast, but it seems to be getting better everyday. My anxiety causes me the worst problems. I always worry that I will get an infection, one will deflate, but I deal with it as it comes. I am very pleased I had the surgery and would do it again.