My story begins in late August 2002. I decided to have a BA after many years of agonizing debate. I was worried about being considered selfish, materialistic, vain, or slutty. I was worried about what my friends, co-workers, and family would say. I was 26 years old, divorced, dating a new man, and a single mother of a 3-yr old girl. I was working full-time, raising a daughter by myself, and going to college full-time at night to finish the degree I never completed (marriage seemed better at the time). I felt that I worked hard and deserved to do anything I wanted with my money. It took me two years to save the money. It took another three years to part with it. It was not a hasty decision.
I was never happy with my breasts. I thought them too small. Many people considered me a pretty girl. I weigh about 110 lbs and am 5'7". After breast-feeding my daughter, they were worse. I thought they looked like raisins. I was embarrassed to let my new boyfriend see them. I had terrible stretch marks all over my body and small breasts. The breasts were easier to cure. I called my Plastic Surgeon a year after my consultation and set a date for surgery.
I took two days off of work and had my daughter stay with her grandparents for a long weekend. My surgery was a Thursday. I was nervous, but determined. I was a 34A and decided on 375cc, which would have given me a 34C. My surgeon thought I should have gone with 400 or 425cc but I wanted a more natural look. I had them placed under the muscle. Both of my best friends had BAs and I thought they looked very fake. Both went from a 34B to a 34D. One was under the muscle and the other over the muscle. The over the muscle girl looked a little more natural, but she also had a lift due to a lot of weight loss. I decided on under the muscle with an incision under the breast. The surgery went well. I did not get sick, but was very out-of-it. I remember being in a lot of pain, very comparable to childbirth. I could not move my upper body and was very stiff. Slowly, the pain subsided and I slept a lot over the next couple days. I went back to work on Monday and tried to get back to normal.
Two weeks after my surgery, the stitches were removed. That's when the problems began. The next day, I woke up early in the morning in extreme pain. I knew that it was not normal. The left breast was swollen and very hard. I developed a fever and had to go back to the surgeon. He was not sure why I was sick. He prescribed Cipro and another antibiotic. I was to be on these until I was better. It really stopped my life. I had to go back to the surgeon to have my breast reopened and drained. The doctor had a swab analyzed and found an infection that was resistant to medication. If it did not clear up, I was going to have my breast implant removed for one month and re-implanted. I was devastated. I searched the web for information and found many horror stories. Slowly, the infection went away, but it took about two months. I was afraid the left breast was going to be behind the right one in recovery. The pain made me cry daily. I was taking so much medication. I never thought I would recover. I thought that I was being punished for being vain. Friends and family members actually said that I should have expected this and should not complain. I was still on a full schedule and managed to pass statistics with an A. Somehow, I made it through.
My surgeon was wonderful. He saw my on weekends and late nights. He gave me his cell phone number to call with any questions. I was to call everyday with an update. His office was about 1-hour away from my home, so I could not travel to see him much. Without his support and help, I think I would have lost it. He is the Chief of Plastic Surgery at the Montgomery Hospital near Philadelphia, PA. His staff was so helpful and understanding. He did everything he could not to remove the implant. I have never met another doctor who took as much time with helping me recover.
One year later…I am very happy with my implants. They look natural and wonderful. I do not know why I got an infection, but I would do it all over again. They have not changed my life, but they have made me more secure. I was so happy to actually buy bras that fit with no padding. I do not feel vain because I can still where the same clothes. They only fit better. I am actually a bit bigger than a 34C, but I am happy about it. Sometimes I think I should have gone bigger, but as a professional, I do not want my boobs interfering with my job. I would recommend the surgery to anyone who feels that it can enhance her life, not change it. I am in the process of completing a research article on stereotypes regarding people who have had cosmetic surgery. Some people may stereotype me, but let them stare or talk, I am happy.