Worth Every Penny! - Cary, NC

I’m 38 years old with two sons, ages 5 and 8...

I’m 38 years old with two sons, ages 5 and 8. I had a full tummy tuck with flank liposuction and a vertical mastopexy with relatively small silicone implants for fullness and slight size boost.

At age 18 (in 1991), I weighed 130 pounds at 5’7”. This was the perfect weight for my frame, but I always had a little lower belly pooch. I wore a 34C at the time, but I always had to wear an underwire bra because my breasts didn’t keep their shape very well (genetics?). College and graduate school took their toll on me, and by the age of 28 (2001), I weighed 175 pounds and probably wore a 38C bra. I got pregnant and had a beautiful baby boy in 2002, and my postpartum weight was 185 pounds. I breastfed my son for two years, and then I got pregnant with my second baby. I had another beautiful baby boy at age 31 (in 2005), and I breastfed for another two years.

In 2007, when my boys were 4 and 1, my mother died. A few short months later, we moved across the country. That year was both good and bad, and my weight reflected it by fluctuating wildly. By the end of 2008, I weighed 205 pounds. In early 2009, I lost 60 pounds via diet and exercise, bottoming out at 145 pounds. Needless to say, four cumulative years of breastfeeding and a 60 pound weight loss left me with sagging, deflated breasts and a lot of loose skin on my stomach. I decided that if I could keep my weight down for a couple of years, I’d reward myself with a mommy makeover.

Sadly, my body did not want to stay at 145 pounds. Though I remained physically active, I began eating more, and my weight crept back up. Two years later, at the beginning of 2011, I was back up to 170 pounds. I began a more serious workout routine and began watching my food intake again. In four months, I had lost just a few pounds, but had gained some muscle as well. I had told myself I would only get the mommy makeover if I could keep the weight off, but it seemed nearly impossible to get back down to where I was. After much thought and discussion with my plastic surgeon, I decided to go ahead with the surgery. Although my husband is not a big fan of plastic surgery and insisted that he loved me the way I was, he reluctantly came on board with my decision.

April 2011

I set my surgery date and had my ‘before’ pictures taken (a humiliating experience). I also bought some special surgery pants: gray velour elastic waist pants. Finally, I bought a 10 pound bag of bird seed on the recommendation of my PS. He said I would put it on my belly after surgery to keep the swelling down and for comfort.

The week before surgery, I was a bundle of nerves. I had my pain and nausea medications filled, and I identified our leather recliner in the living room as my sick bed. I covered it in sheets and piled blankets and pillows next to it. I set up my laptop within easy reach and even my son’s Nintendo DS to keep me occupied. My husband presented me with a large basket filled with various creature comforts: bottled water, magazines, chocolate, crackers, mints, Kleenex, and some other things, along with a sweet card. It was precious. I set it next to the recliner as well. The night before surgery, both the nurse and the anesthesiologist called me separately to explain exactly what would happen in the morning and let me ask any last minute questions. I then took a Xanax and went to bed.

Day of Surgery (Friday, May 6, 2011)

My husband and I arrived at the PS’s office (he has an ambulatory surgical center in his office) at 8:30 AM. We signed some various papers, and the anesthesiologist gave me clonidine to take orally. He said it would both relax me and lower my blood pressure or something. It worked. The surgeon came in, and I asked him if he had a good night’s sleep the night before. He smiled and said, “Nah, I drifted off around 5AM.” My husband laughed and responded, “I’m sure the amphetamines woke him right up this morning, don’t worry.” Ha ha. He began measuring me all over and drawing on me with a black Sharpie. Not some special medical surgical pen, but a Sharpie. When he mumbled that he wanted to take one of the measurements again just to be sure, I joked, “Measure twice, cut once!”

After the nurse gave me a pregnancy test just to make sure, I said goodbye to my husband and headed for the OR. It’s a long story, but he had to go out of town that day, so I literally hired someone to take me home from surgery and care for me and my children. She showed up sometime during surgery. Two nurses and the anesthesiologist walked me to the OR. When the anesthesiologist put the IV needle into my right hand, I moved a little and blew out the vein. Oops. He had to put it in the other hand. I told him to tell me when he was putting the propofol into the IV, and he said, “It’s already going in!” I think I remember one of the nurses telling me, “Night night!” That’s the last thing I remember.

I woke up in a dimly lit recovery room, and someone said it was around 3:30. I wasn’t feeling any pain. I had the compression garment on with maxipad-like dressings sticking out of the top and bottom. I also had on a hideous looking granny bra, also stuffed with dressings, as well as my lucky surgery pants and the zip-up fleece jacket I brought. One of the nurses was bubbling over how happy I was going to be with my surgery and assured me that it looked really good. They took me to the bathroom to pee, and I remember the nurses talking to the girl who I hired to take care of me. From what I learned later, they were concerned about her being able to get me up the few steps into my house, because she is about half my size! The nurses ended up following her to my house and helping get me into the house and into my recliner. You get great service when you pay out of pocket! I don’t remember the car ride home at all.

I had to pee like every hour when I got home. My caretaker helped me to the bathroom a few times, and I could walk pretty easily shuffling my feet. She had to help me fold the recliner back up and then help pull me out of the chair every time, but I could get on and off the toilet by myself because I could hold onto the walls. I remember being very sleepy and otherwise very still for the rest of the day. I didn’t want to move a lot. I remember having to get used to breathing in the binder.

I had my first dose of 2 Vicodin just as I woke up from surgery, around 4PM. I took one nausea pill just in case I became sick, but I never did, so that was the only dose of that I took. By 6, I was complaining that my tummy was hurting and wanted to know if I could take another pain pill. I don’t know if the doctor had called or if I asked the caretaker to call him, but he said to go ahead and take one at 6 and the other one at 8 and then get back on the schedule of two every four hours. That worked fine. There was no pain in my breasts at all, by the way. Just in my tummy, like a soreness in the skin and muscle.

The drains were really gross. The little plastic clips that come on the grenade-like bulbs do NOT work well to attach it to your clothing. I put safety pins on the clips and attached them to my clothes that way. At first, I tried attaching them to the center of the waistband of my pants, but then in my drunken stupor I told the caretaker that they looked too much like testicles hanging down there, so I moved them. She was cracking up! The fluid that collects in there looks somewhat like cloudy kool-aid. She wrote down the measurements every few hours and then we’d squeeze them out into the toilet. Absolutely gross. I figured out later that they came out of my pubic area, and the PS had tied suture thread tightly around each drainage tube and then anchored them by sewing them into my skin! He told me later that if he didn’t do that, they’d just fall out. I didn’t have any drains in my breasts. I ate half a piece of pizza for dinner, made some short phone calls, and posted some brief facebook messages. My PS extraordinaire called me around 8:30 PM to see how I was doing, and I told him I had been peeing a lot. He said that he gave me some medication to help me pee because people have trouble urinating sometimes after surgery. I remember scolding him for working so late.

The caretaker tagged out with a friend of mine at 9PM. My friend who came to stay overnight with me and the kids set her alarm clock to give me my pain pills every four hours all night. What a sweetie! It turned out I had to urinate a lot during the night, and since she was sleeping upstairs, I just shuffled to the bathroom on my own. Once, she woke up because she heard me, and she ran downstairs to make sure I was okay. Despite keeping very still, hunching over, and shuffling when I walked, I was pretty ambulatory by myself, and that was the first night! It just kept getting better from there.

Day 2: Saturday, May 7

I had a little more energy today, although I did take some naps here and there. I was still a little groggy but was more “with it.” The pain was better, and as long as I was sitting still, I honestly did not feel any pain at all. Totally bearable. My husband came home that day, thank goodness. I was so relieved to see him. My five year old son was concerned about me and insisted on sleeping next to me in the recliner. That was not comfortable at all, and I was very guarded about the hip that was next to him. He was awfully cute though, holding my hands as I walked to the bathroom, offering me water every 5 minutes, and putting his little arm around my neck. He was so sweet!

Day 3: Sunday, May 8

I began wondering what it looked like inside that granny bra and compression garment. I peeked inside the bra, but all I saw were steri-strips and what looked like maxi pads with dried blood on them. I pulled the top of the compression garment away from my skin, peered down and saw a bloody cavern that I assumed was my new belly button. I remembered thinking, wow, it’s really high up! I figured out later that it only seemed high because the old one had sagged down so much with my hanging belly! I saw something that looked like the bloody stump of my belly button, but it was dark inside the compression garment and I couldn’t really tell. I reached in there and touched it, and it moved independently of the surrounding stomach. I thought it was my belly button stalk and that he had forgotten to sew it back down! Turned out that it was a wadded up piece of gauze just stuck in there to protect it, and it had dried blood/fluid on it. Whew! Weird thing: when I touched the bottom half of my stomach, it still felt like I was touching the top half of my stomach, I assume because that skin used to be on the top half just a couple of days earlier.

Day 4: Monday

I began doing work from home on the laptop to keep busy and entertained. My mobility was a little better, although my back was killing me from hunching over and not using my abdominal muscles at all. I guess my lower back muscles had to compensate. I did spend most of the day in the recliner, getting up to go to the bathroom and just walk around. That night, I got uncomfortable with the little one in the recliner with me, so I went upstairs to lie down in my bed. I had to wake hubby up to get me back out of bed to go to the bathroom. When he pulled on my right arm, I developed a shooting pain in the area between my breast and armpit. It felt like it was on fire! I took my pain pills and whimpered until I fell back to sleep.

Day 5: Tuesday

Back to the recliner. I wasn’t ready yet for the bed. My hubby washed my hair in the kitchen sink for me, as I was not allowed to shower until the drains came out. I ventured out of the house for the first time – my son had a musical thingie at school. I wore big clothes to hide my drains and walked like an old lady. I felt very self-conscious about the drains, like one of them would fall out and gross everyone out! I started taking just one pain pill every four hours today instead of two.

Day 6: Wednesday

Holy swollen boobs! I lay there all day with a bag of frozen veggies on each boob and a 10 lb bag of bird seed on my belly. I also had my first follow up visit with the PS. He took my drains out! I also got my first look at my new belly. He said he was very pleased with the results so far. He also said the breast swelling would get better soon, but he advised me not to go bra shopping for three months. I found out he used 200 cc’s in the left breast and 250 in the right. That took me from a small C to a small D cup. I had him make them look as natural as possible, so I don’t have that high-up gravity-defying overly-fake look. It did not hurt when he took the drains out, but I dribbled fluid from the holes for a few hours. Gross. The good news was that I got to shower! It was great to be clean again, although it was hard to wash my own hair because of my limited arm mobility and the entire shower took a long time because I was still moving slowly and cautiously.

Day 7: Thursday

My first sneeze. I thought I was going to implode. Seriously, sneezing hurt! I felt it up and down in the middle of my belly where I imagine the abdominal muscle sutures are. I hobbled into Old Navy today looking for stretchy shorts and tried on a bathing suit top just to see. It looked great! I didn’t buy one though. I went to my son’s baseball game that evening, and although I was still walking hunched over, I was much more mobile. In fact, it felt better to stand and walk around than to sit on the hard bleachers. It was pretty humid that day, so I tried going without my binder just for the game, but my belly button started to hurt and I felt ‘naked’ or something without it, so I put it back on.

At one point, I was getting something out of my purse when a small card fell out onto the bleachers where a bunch of people were sitting. I picked it up and started reading it to see what it was, and to my horror it was a card with the serial numbers and info about my breast implants! I’m glad nobody noticed. I had left a message with my PS wanting to know if I could start straightening up tomorrow and if I could have a couple of drinks tomorrow night. He happened to call me back just after the card incident, so I told him the story. He thought it was funny. That night, went from bed to recliner and back to bed. I took my two pain pills before bed, but none during the night. I woke up sore the next morning, but Tylenol helped. I stopped the pain pills altogether that day and switched to just Tylenol.

Friday (1 week post-op):

Back to work for a couple of hours at the office. It took forever to get ready because it was hard to reach above my head, pick stuff up off the floor, and every movement is slow and calculated. I was self-conscious about my ginormous swollen boobs, but I did well! Although I was still walking like an old lady out of habit, I made an effort to start straightening up despite the strange stretching sensation in my belly. I went out with friends for the first time since surgery. By the way, I seemed to be getting a little more sensation back in my belly and breasts each day.

Weekend:

Feeling great! I started doing some things such as unloading the dishwasher, but I let my hubby put the dishes into the upper cabinets because it hurt a bit to reach up. I still had the pain in the right side of my chest between my breast and armpit, but it was not bad unless I tried to reach up. I think I pulled it a bit when my husband tried to help me out of bed that night. I still couldn’t use my stomach muscles, and bending over to pick things up was still difficult.

I started having some itching in random places, probably because I began getting more sensation back. Still numb in a 3” wide area below my belly button down to the incision, and also in my nipples and bottom half of boobs. I noticed what looked like NEW stretch marks on my breasts today. Although I didn’t feel swollen, I noticed that when I pressed down on my stomach, it felt like there was fluid squishing around just underneath the skin. I figured it was a slight seroma and would discuss it with the PS at my next follow-up.

Definitely riding the euphoria wave now that I’m standing up straighter and loving my new body, even though I wear the compression garment and have swollen breasts.

Tuesday, May 17

I got my belly button stitches out. The PS also took off all my steri tape and replaced it on all the incisions. He drained off 60 cc of fluid from my belly with a HUGE needle. Luckily, he inserted the needle below my belly button where I was still completely numb and I didn’t feel it at all. He told me to continue to wear the compression garment 24/7 for three weeks total, and then 12 hours a day for two weeks after that. He gave me the okay to take it off for brief periods of time if needed, and he also said I could take my kids to the pool and get in the water very briefly if needed. He didn’t want me in there for long though. I noticed that night that a tiny bit of fluid was weeping out of the belly button suture holes. Yucky.

My breasts have stayed swollen, and he insists that this will go down within a month. It feels like I’m engorged with milk and need to find a baby to nurse! Seriously, they’re like rocks. It’s not unbearable, though.

Thursday, May 19

Went bathing suit shopping! Since I’m still around 10 pounds overweight, and since I still have an unacceptable level of inner thigh fat, I looked for a more conservative swimsuit. My OLD bathing suit is a one-piece, underwire, tummy-cinching Miracle suit. It was the only kind of bathing suit I could wear without giving away my sagging breasts and flabby stomach. My NEW bathing suit is a full-coverage triangle top with swim shorts. BARE BELLY! I think I’ll be able to get away with a more traditional looking bikini bottom once I lose another 15-20 pounds, but for now I’m very happy with my new bathing suit and can’t wait to go to the pool! I still have a little visible liposuction bruise on one side, and my belly button is still a bit red and swollen, but I don’t care.

Overall?
WORTH. EVERY. PENNY.

Seriously… if you’ve been thinking about this for a long time, run, don’t walk, and interview plastic surgeons. Check their credentials, of course, seek patient reviews, but first and foremost, trust your gut. If you feel at all uneasy about the surgeon, go elsewhere. It is so important that you feel comfortable with and trust the person you are hiring to cut your body open and rearrange things permanently!

Friday, May 20

What was gearing up to be a really great two week surgery anniversary ended up to be a backslide: my belly button split open! I was half awake this morning, doing a little stretch, and I felt a pop in my belly. I didn’t pay much attention to it, but when I got in the shower and looked down, I noticed that the left side of my belly button where it attaches to my stomach was wide open. Fluid was draining out of it. It wasn’t bleeding, and it didn’t hurt, but it was definitely open wide. I called the PS, who was out of town, but I went in anyway to have his nurse look at it. She said he probably will not sew it back together and that it will most likely have to just stay open and heal from the inside out. She also said that it is not as bad as it looks, that it just opened on the surface and that there are sutures deeper inside that will keep my belly button where it is. She just taped gauze on it and told me that I can’t exercise or go in the pool like I had planned to do. I have had to change the gauze a few times today because of the fluid leakage, and it’s pretty sore now. I’m bummed! Maybe I was feeling so great that I was doing too much and putting strain on it – putting dishes up into high cabinets, carrying laundry baskets, etc. I’ll see the PS on Monday. Will update.

Advice:
Get this done in the cooler months! You will be miserable wearing a compression garment in the summer. Seriously.

Updated to add side view tummy photo. Heading to...

Updated to add side view tummy photo. Heading to see PS about the belly button.

Saw the PS yesterday (day 15) about my belly...

Saw the PS yesterday (day 15) about my belly button. He rooted around a bit and found a 2" piece of internal suture that had worked its way up to the surface. He said that could have irritated that side of my bb and contributed to the split, and he also said that another cause could be that the blood supply was interrupted there for whatever reason. He seemed optimistic that it would heal right up.

He instructed me to wet a tiny piece of gauze with saline and insert it into my belly button and then cover it with dry gauze and tape like I had been doing. I did that today, but the wet gauze inside made it hurt badly! I finally took it out around dinnertime and just taped the dry gauze over it by itself. I took Tylenol but it didn't do much. Wearing the compression garment over it helps the pain. It's just really sore.

Anyway, I emailed PS to ask if it was okay that I left the saline gauze out but haven't heard back yet.

Everything else is awesome - the swelling in my breasts is going down and I no longer feel like I'm carrying around huge rocks in my bra! My stomach incision is looking great too. Small dog ears on the ends of that incision, but PS said they will go away with time. He got my tummy incision really low and I'm very happy about that. Still have steri-tape on all incisions which he wants to keep on for 6 weeks.

The dependence on the compression binder is something you will "get" when you have your TT (for those of you who are pre-TT). It's not that I'm worried about my incision ripping open without the binder or anything, I just feel more secure/complete with it on. Can't really describe it. It got to 95 degrees here today, however, so it was quite toasty!

Funny side note, when I shared these before/after pics with one of my friends, she said, "Your PS did a great job - he even gave you a tan!" Ha ha. It was just different lighting. I'll post a more updated 'after' photo soon, but honestly it doesn't look that much different yet.

PS said I could leave the gauze out of my belly...

PS said I could leave the gauze out of my belly button and just put Neosporin or bacitracin in it and then cover with dry gauze. Thank goodness. It feels much better now, and although it's still healing, I think it looks okay enough to wear my new bathing suit this weekend. I won't be going in the pool, but that's okay.

Today is 3 weeks since surgery, and I feel great! I can go from wearing my binder 24/7 to wearing it 12 hours a day now. I will try to wear it as much as possible when I'm inside in the air conditioning, but at least now I can leave it off when I'm at my son's baseball games or doing other things outside. That sucker gets hot!

I swear I will post updated pictures soon. It's on my long to-do list this holiday weekend.

I added my three week photos. Lookin' good, but my...

I added my three week photos. Lookin' good, but my belly button may need a little revision once it's all healed.

Okay, had my 1 mo check up. Belly button revision...

Okay, had my 1 mo check up. Belly button revision will have to wait another two months, but I can live w/that. I'm healing up great and even went running today! Still tight up the middle of my tummy, but that's to be expected. I wore one of my old bras today and it fit. I guess I'm still a C and not the small D I ordered! It's all good though - I wanted it to look natural.

I'm being bold here and posting my official before and after pics. God I hope nobody I know recognizes me!

I forgot to mention - I still have no feeling in...

I forgot to mention - I still have no feeling in my nipples, and the PS is a little concerned that the feeling may not come back. He was encouraged that I do have feeling on the inside of my breasts where the nipple nerve comes from, so he is optimistic that the sensation could return. Oh well. It honestly would not be a big tragedy for me. At least getting into the cold pool this weekend didn't affect me! :)

I'm also still numb on the bottom of my breasts where the vertical incision is, and also in center of my stomach in about a 3" wide strip from my belly button to the incision.
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You look great! I'm having my tt and lift/aug in December. We are about the same size pre-op, hopefully I will look that great postop! If you have a chance to post pictures at the 6 month that would be great! I'm very nervous about the scarring on my breast. Thanks again for all the details!
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Oh wow you look fantastic!
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I am stoked to hear that you went running at 1 month post-op! That is my goal. I'm 7 days post-op today (put up some pics if you're interested) and already feeling pretty great. I'm taking one more week "off" then will be walking for exercise for 2 weeks, then off and running (god willing!).

I didn't notice anything odd about your belly button at all, so I'm sure it will heal up just fine. I also laughed at your photo caption about the left being your "superboob". Lefty is my "superboob", too :)

Do your incisions itch? Because mine are ITCHY!!
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I just commented on your story! The ONLY reason I wasn't back on the elliptical after 2 weeks was because of my belly button. PS wanted me to avoid impact for longer, so he said elliptical was fine. I did have to keep my upper body pretty stable while exercising at first, but now I'm pretty good to go. I couldn't have run after 2 weeks.

My tummy incision itches. Mine is really low - in fact, he cut into my pubic hair area about 1/2 inch! It itches just under my incision from time to time, but boobs don't itch at all.

I keep having these second thoughts about my breasts - "I should have gone a bit bigger" or "I should have had the implants placed differently" but then I keep reminding myself that I got exactly what I asked for, and for that I should be happy. Once I remind myself of that, I'm happy again. :)
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You look incredible! And honestly, if I hadn't read your review I wouldn't have noticed anything weird about your belly button. My guess it when it heals only you will notice what's different but it will look totally normal to everyone else :)

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You are looking great! I also really wanted to lose another ten lbs before my surgery but my weight hasn't moved more then a few lbs in over a year. So I figure it is now or never. I only have a week to go until my mm. Very excited and nervous. Your results make me much more excited to get this done. I am not looking forward to the compression garments during summer but now is the best time for me as I am a teacher and will have all summer to recover.
Can't wait to see your updates. Thanks for the great post.
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Thank you for the reply! My PS said I can lose up to 15-20 lbs after surgery with no perceptible difference in my results. I figure I'd rather have the surgery at a weight I KNOW I can maintain rather than have it at 20 lbs less and struggle not to burst at my new seams!

Be excited - and take lots of before pix. I kinda wish I had taken more. You will be absolutely stoked with your results!
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I will try to make myself take more before pictures but that is hard as I keep looking at myself in the mirror and just think yuck. Your three week pictures look great. You are looking awsome! I go in Thursday for my pre-op and plan to ask them if they think I should have lipo on my flanks also? Getting more excited! This week should fly by.
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My PS said he usually does the lipo just to make the TT blend better into the back. I still have a bit of back fat but it's not bad. Do take those pics. I don't miss my tummy at all but I'm glad I have the pics sort of as a nostalgic reminder of my post-baby body. It's funny, now that I've had it done, I'll show the before pics to anyone and everyone. I used to be so self-conscious about it, but now that it's GONE, I'm proud of the before/after!
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WOWW!!! Very nice :)
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Thanks for the great post. Your results are AMAZING. I can't wait!
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Thank you! It really is a big change, but I don't look any different in clothes! I knew that would happen, as I was good about picking clothes that hid my sagging stomach and bras that hid the sagging boobs!
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Thanks for such a detailed description of your recovery. You look great!
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Wow, you look amazing! Thank you so much for detailing each day of recovery. That is very helpful for someone like me who is a stay at home mom to three little ones. Kind of gives me an idea of what I might be capable of and when, after I have surgery. Congratulations!
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The hardest part was explaining to my youngest (5 y.o.) why he couldn't sit in my lap. I ended up showing him my incisions and telling him that Mommy has ow-ies that will be sore for a little while. He was okay with sitting beside me, but I was constantly "on guard" when the kids would get around me. It's totally do-able with kids. I could watch them by myself by day 3, although I couldn't get up quickly if something had happened.
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Good advice about the compression garment in summer! I'm glad all is well. You look really fantastic.

I love the comprehensive way you told your story. It's going to be so helpful to other ladies.

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Wow! Terrific. You look awesome.
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