Done with DDD's - Exeter, NH

So far, so good. I am healing up ahead of schedule according to the doctors. I feel wonderful! Everyday that goes by gets better and better although I do get very tired at certain points during the day. I am more swollen in one breast than the other, and my nipples are slightly different sizes. (which is absolutely fine with me, that's how much better I feel!) It's still much to early to tell what the final result will be in terms of size, but they look about a C or D so far.

I started using palmers scar oil yesterday to massage my incisions and I am curious if any of you have an opinion on Mederma VS. Palmers or Bio Oil? Mederma is so pricey but I want to purchase it if is worth it.

What a crazy couple of days! First let me start by saying, i have had trouble signing into this site since the day if my surgery, i would have posted much sooner if it werent for that. August 7th was my surgery and aside from a couple bumps in the road it has been a good experience. Ill start by describing my surgery day: I got to the hospital at 7 am, my surgery was scheduled for 8:45 am. They took me right away and had me prepped. All the doctors and nurses I met from that point were simply wonderful. They wheeled me into the operating room after giving me a shot in the stomach(blood thinner- did not hurt at all), an IV , and my surgeon marked me all up to make me the perky and small size C I am now. After the surgery I had a bit of trouble waking up, it took me about an hour longer than they expected. The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the intense burning feeling in my throat( from the breathing tube during surgery) and I don't mean to scare anyone getting this surgery, its actually rare for anyone to even have a sore throat from that, let alone as much pain as I had(still have!) from the tube. I was all wrapped up in gauze, a bra, and a really cute binder (which I will take photos of at some point) and they started pumping morphene into my system(thank God! That stuff was great!) I opted to stay the night since they were able to control my pain and I had a really great private room. The surgery only took an hour and a half... And when I got to my room I just kept falling in and out of sleep. I had compression boots on(for circulation and no blood clots) and drains attached to me. I never felt the wounds on my chest the whole time I was there, but the IV site and my throat were the most pain I was in and the morphene didn't help with that at all. I slept very well, and the next morning I got a huge surprise! My sister (who is in school to be a nurse) drove down to see me from NY (4.5 hour drive)- she could only stay for one hour and had to drive all the way back for work, (believe me I never expected her to do something like that!) but I sure was blessed. I got to leave the hospital once they transitioned me from morphene to perkisets and they taught my mom and husband how to bandage me back up and empty the drains. I had an appointment with a physician assistant the following day to removed the drains. They said I looked well and my healing was going every bit the way it should, however; the drains being taken out was absolutely the worst pain I've ever felt in my life. They say that "it shouldn't hurt", "it just feels weird", "it's awkward but painless", but that was not true for me. They had me lay back and they took the tape off around my stitches(which I could barely feel) then they went for the drains. They pulled one out and I thought I died. The worst part about it was knowing that they had a second one to take out and I wasn't able to beg them not to. Hopefully this pain doesn't happen to anyone else, they did tell me that it "shouldn't" hurt. The rest of the day I was feeling strong burning sensation right beneath the skin of my breasts. Thankfully once the drains are out that is the worst pain that has to be endured.
I tried to shower yesterday, i did not have much success- when I saw my wounds in the mirror I instantly became nauseous and dizzy. My mom was helping me, we left the bathroom and I Layed down in bed for a few moments until the feeling passed. I think I just tried too much all at once. I managed to shower, but since I have purchased a waterless soap and shampoo so I don't have to try it again right away!
With all that said, I would still do this surgery again. I feel like I can finally breath! Although I have a weak stomach with the way my wounds are right now, I really love my new breasts! I will post pics as soon as I can:)
I will have my stitches out in two days, very excited about that- but I will be taking extra pain meds prior to, just in case!

Just finished unpacking all our (my husband and my) belongings at my parents house to prepare for tomorrow.
I had a wonderful phone call with my aunt (who has had a breast reduction AND is an RN!) yesterday and she really had encouraging things to say. She had her BR about 10 years ago and even though she had a few complications (she is allergic to sutures- very rare- nothing she can do about that!) she said she has zero regrets. She even told me that she wished she had done it sooner, which is the very thing I hope to feel once I leave the hospital tomorrow.
Which leads me to my next thought, i am afraid of this changing who i am. Having a large bust has always been a defining characteristic for me(and I'm sure you too!)- I was never happy about it, quite the contrary; it's given me such low self esteem and a constant reminder of how mean people can be. I remember in middle school hearing boys gawk and giggle when I would walk by and mention the "huge knockers that chick has". (Absolutely horrifying at 12 years old) There was another incident on the school bus where a girl in the row next to me was laughing with her friend about how "it looks like she is always sticking her boobs out"... (I'm sure you all know how difficult it is to stand up straight with a book bag and "huge knockers"!). Of course I am past all of this at the ripe age of 24:), but knowing I will wake up tomorrow and not be that person anymore is slightly frightening to me. I have to keep telling myself: I will be small, I will be able to fit Into things I could only dream about before. And then I get bombarded with these horrible thoughts: what if I can't keep myself in shape, what if I look worse than before, what if my husband doesn't fancy my new chest, what if I hate the scars etc. That I hope this surgery will change all of those thoughts. Breasts are nothing but trouble.

Hope to post soon:) not sure how sleepy I will be from the drugs they will be giving me but I will try to have photos up ASAP! Praying for all you ladies having the surgery, and I hope it goes swimmingly for you:D