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On Monday August 12, 2013, I underwent a breast...
On Monday August 12, 2013, I underwent a breast reduction. I am 19 years old (20 in September) 5’3’’ and about 160 pounds. My insurance completely covered the surgery I went from being around a DDD to a large C/small D! My doctor took off 2 pounds total. I could not be happier! For the longest time I have been thinking of having one, and it finally happened for me. I cannot believe that I am recovering now and that I actually went through with the surgery. Other peoples stories on here helped me learn about what to expect and helped me decide that it was the right thing for me to do, and so I want to share my story too so that I can help others.
I have had back problems since I was in 9th grade and my breast have chronically harmed my back. I could not fit into the clothes I wanted to. I barley even bought any new clothes the year before my surgery because I just couldn't fit into shirts anymore. I have also been wearing only sports bras for years now because I could not find any bras that held me in well. Like most others, my breasts have not just harmed me physically, but emotionally as well. I was so self conscience of my breasts and so I developed poor posture from hunching over. As a girl who loves shopping and clothes, it became unbearable to try on new clothes and I just stopped shopping altogether. I am a junior in collage now and I was still lost at realizing who I am and accepting myself because all I could think about was how terrible my breast were. But now all that is changed!
So starting last year, I started going to plastic surgeons to find someone who I wanted to do the surgery. All together, I went to 3 doctors and I settled on the last one I went to. I liked her bedside manner, the way she was going to do the procedure, and overall I just felt comfortable with her and I knew it was a good fit. So around May, I scheduled the surgery with her for August 12. I went to Disney World with my family from July 30-August 9. So yes, that meant two days after I returned I had my surgery. Honestly, I think the timing was the best ever because not once did I worry about the surgery during my magical trip. It was only those two days before the surgery that I worried and actually came to the realization that I was having surgery.
I woke up around 4:30 on the day of my surgery, got showered with the special soap that the hospital gave me, put on clothes, and off we went to the hospital. The hospital where I was having my surgery is only about 5 minutes from my house and we had to be there at 5:30 so we lucked out with that. As soon as we got there I started crying into my moms arms while my dad went to park the car. I was an emotional wreak as we checked myself in. All the nurses were really nice though and they tried to calm me down. I was so nervous that I was afraid I would run out and not go through with the surgery. The first nurse lead me to a room and gave me two gowns to change into. One had to open in the front, and one in the back. She had an accent and was very hard to understand which made me more nervous. When she came back I was crying so hard and she asked me “What happened? Did they find a lump?” I was kind of taken aback when she said that. At first I was thankful that that was not the case, but I also realized that I must seem so ridiculous being so scared of a breast reduction when there are a lot worse things to go through. But all the same, I was still shaking in my skin. I guess I want to share this because I want to help people who are really afraid to go through this to see how terrified I was and that if I could do if, so could you. So any way, I tried to get comfortable in this big chair in the room and then a nurse came in to put my iv in. Thats when I threw up. It was like a wave just crashed over me and I completely realized that this was REAL. After the iv was in (which actually did not hurt bad) and I finished throwing up, the nurse said she need to get fluids into me and I was like “But I can’t drink!” and she just pumped my iv with solution and my thirst went away. I was SOOOO cold though. Like really, really cold. The nurse came back with three warmed blankets for me and bundled me up. I started to warm up a little and tried to focus on Full House which my dad put on the tv. Then another nurse came in an took my medical history and then a short while later came the anesthesiologist. He was really nice and comforting and answered any questions we had. Then my doctor came in which calmed me down a bit. Seeing her calm demeanor and how she looked like she was coming in for just another day of work instead of coming in to chop my boobies off, sort of made me feel just a bit better. She marked me up and answered my last minute questions. And then a bunch of people came into the room. This is when it all becomes a blur to me. They asked me to get up on the stretcher and then I burst into tears and kept repeating that I didn’t want to do it. I was soo soo scared. My biggest fear was for the pain. I have a really low tolerance for pain, and reading peoples stories about how much pain they were in did not help me at all. But, reading stories about people who had very little pain gave me comfort and so I want to assure everyone that this was my experience. So any way, I was on the stretcher and apparently my dad gestured to the doctor or whoever it was to give me the anti anxiety medicine, because otherwise, well I don’t know what would have happened. So they gave me that and I remember asking my dad, “This is supposed to make me feel calm?” I thought I wasn't but apparently I was much more relaxed. Then I was rolled into the OR and the trip there felt like 2 seconds long, but my dad said it was pretty long. Oh by the way, because I was so scared they let me dad come into the OR with me until I was put to sleep. All I remember from the OR was the big lights above me because I just kept my eyes on my dad. I remember someone saying to my dad that they need to give him a mask and so he had to leave for a second and then he was back and I had scooted onto the operating table. The anesthesiologist said he was going to give me an oxygen mask to breathe into and that is all I can remember.
The next thing I know, I am waking up in the recovery room. All my memories from this kind of seem like a dream because everything looks so bright and like the whole picture is not there. I was in an out the entire time and I don't actually remember seeing anyones faces. The first thing I saw was a nurse typing next to my bed and then someone told me they would go get my parents. I did not feel ANYTHING when I first woke up. I was not aware of my body. As I was waiting for my parents I gained feeling back and when they came I told them that it was not as bad as I thought and my boobs and throat didn't even really hurt. And that “I surprised them.” Whatever that means. The nurse asked what my pain level was and I told her a .5! This makes me laugh. Like I was so out of it that I said .5, not even 1 haha. I remember I kept asking my parents to scratch my nose (the nurse said the anesthesia makes you itchy). A bit later she asked me what my pain level was and I said a 2. Then I remember being taken to a private recovery room and I was just in and out of sleep the whole time. The nurse brought me anti-nausea meds and a wheelchair around 5 and had me get into it and took me out to the car. She told me to keep my eyes closed and to stare straight ahead so I would no get dizzy. I got into the car and the drive home was fairly smooth. Honestly, I was so worried for nothing. This entire process has not been nearly as bad as I was expecting and I could not be happier.
Once I was home I just slept and slept and slept. The past 6 days have really just been a blur to me but basically that what I did. It took me about three days to fully wake up I think. The day after my surgery I was having sharp burning pain in my left breast only. We called my doctor and she suggested I come in to get it checked out just in case. She was not in though so I had to be seen by another doctor. So we went to her office and I got all the bandages taken off which I was pretty scared for. I had my mom cover my head with me shirt so I wouldn't see haha, but everyone said they looked great! So I went home and tried to eat for the first time and I slept more. The next day I went back to the doctor again because this time my doctor needed to see how I was doing. She said I couldn't look better and so I looked down at them! I smiled and just couldn't believe how small they were! It was like turning a corner because I realized that I really did it! I really went through with the surgery! I showered the next day and looked at myself in the mirror and was just high on life. Everything just seems so much better and I'm 10 times happier because this huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. I went out for the first time on Saturday with my mom to target to buy some sports bras and just look around at some clothes. I found this really cute dress that I could have never fit in before my surgery and I bought it and it fits! Before it would have looked terrible and now it looks pretty on me! I cannot believe I can now, even just 5 days after my surgery, go to a store, pick out a dress, and have it fit! Ahhhh its just the best feeling ever!
Im sorry if this is a bit long and jumbled, but I really just wanted to share my entire process in detail and include my emotions as well. I am the type of person who likes to know every little detail because I like to be in control. I am sure there are others out there who are considering this surgery who are also like me in this aspect, and so I want to give them as much information as I possible can. Once again, I am only 6 days post-op and I feel unbelievable! I am still sore, but that doesn't matter because I have tiny boobies! Seriously though, if you are on the fence about this surgery, please do it! I can already see that my life will be changed forever. It was really not painful at all, just uncomfortable and sore, and every second of it was worth it for the way I feel now. I cant even imagine how good I will feel a month from now! I just have a whole new outlook on life and I know that there are so many positive things in store for me now. :)
I have had back problems since I was in 9th grade and my breast have chronically harmed my back. I could not fit into the clothes I wanted to. I barley even bought any new clothes the year before my surgery because I just couldn't fit into shirts anymore. I have also been wearing only sports bras for years now because I could not find any bras that held me in well. Like most others, my breasts have not just harmed me physically, but emotionally as well. I was so self conscience of my breasts and so I developed poor posture from hunching over. As a girl who loves shopping and clothes, it became unbearable to try on new clothes and I just stopped shopping altogether. I am a junior in collage now and I was still lost at realizing who I am and accepting myself because all I could think about was how terrible my breast were. But now all that is changed!
So starting last year, I started going to plastic surgeons to find someone who I wanted to do the surgery. All together, I went to 3 doctors and I settled on the last one I went to. I liked her bedside manner, the way she was going to do the procedure, and overall I just felt comfortable with her and I knew it was a good fit. So around May, I scheduled the surgery with her for August 12. I went to Disney World with my family from July 30-August 9. So yes, that meant two days after I returned I had my surgery. Honestly, I think the timing was the best ever because not once did I worry about the surgery during my magical trip. It was only those two days before the surgery that I worried and actually came to the realization that I was having surgery.
I woke up around 4:30 on the day of my surgery, got showered with the special soap that the hospital gave me, put on clothes, and off we went to the hospital. The hospital where I was having my surgery is only about 5 minutes from my house and we had to be there at 5:30 so we lucked out with that. As soon as we got there I started crying into my moms arms while my dad went to park the car. I was an emotional wreak as we checked myself in. All the nurses were really nice though and they tried to calm me down. I was so nervous that I was afraid I would run out and not go through with the surgery. The first nurse lead me to a room and gave me two gowns to change into. One had to open in the front, and one in the back. She had an accent and was very hard to understand which made me more nervous. When she came back I was crying so hard and she asked me “What happened? Did they find a lump?” I was kind of taken aback when she said that. At first I was thankful that that was not the case, but I also realized that I must seem so ridiculous being so scared of a breast reduction when there are a lot worse things to go through. But all the same, I was still shaking in my skin. I guess I want to share this because I want to help people who are really afraid to go through this to see how terrified I was and that if I could do if, so could you. So any way, I tried to get comfortable in this big chair in the room and then a nurse came in to put my iv in. Thats when I threw up. It was like a wave just crashed over me and I completely realized that this was REAL. After the iv was in (which actually did not hurt bad) and I finished throwing up, the nurse said she need to get fluids into me and I was like “But I can’t drink!” and she just pumped my iv with solution and my thirst went away. I was SOOOO cold though. Like really, really cold. The nurse came back with three warmed blankets for me and bundled me up. I started to warm up a little and tried to focus on Full House which my dad put on the tv. Then another nurse came in an took my medical history and then a short while later came the anesthesiologist. He was really nice and comforting and answered any questions we had. Then my doctor came in which calmed me down a bit. Seeing her calm demeanor and how she looked like she was coming in for just another day of work instead of coming in to chop my boobies off, sort of made me feel just a bit better. She marked me up and answered my last minute questions. And then a bunch of people came into the room. This is when it all becomes a blur to me. They asked me to get up on the stretcher and then I burst into tears and kept repeating that I didn’t want to do it. I was soo soo scared. My biggest fear was for the pain. I have a really low tolerance for pain, and reading peoples stories about how much pain they were in did not help me at all. But, reading stories about people who had very little pain gave me comfort and so I want to assure everyone that this was my experience. So any way, I was on the stretcher and apparently my dad gestured to the doctor or whoever it was to give me the anti anxiety medicine, because otherwise, well I don’t know what would have happened. So they gave me that and I remember asking my dad, “This is supposed to make me feel calm?” I thought I wasn't but apparently I was much more relaxed. Then I was rolled into the OR and the trip there felt like 2 seconds long, but my dad said it was pretty long. Oh by the way, because I was so scared they let me dad come into the OR with me until I was put to sleep. All I remember from the OR was the big lights above me because I just kept my eyes on my dad. I remember someone saying to my dad that they need to give him a mask and so he had to leave for a second and then he was back and I had scooted onto the operating table. The anesthesiologist said he was going to give me an oxygen mask to breathe into and that is all I can remember.
The next thing I know, I am waking up in the recovery room. All my memories from this kind of seem like a dream because everything looks so bright and like the whole picture is not there. I was in an out the entire time and I don't actually remember seeing anyones faces. The first thing I saw was a nurse typing next to my bed and then someone told me they would go get my parents. I did not feel ANYTHING when I first woke up. I was not aware of my body. As I was waiting for my parents I gained feeling back and when they came I told them that it was not as bad as I thought and my boobs and throat didn't even really hurt. And that “I surprised them.” Whatever that means. The nurse asked what my pain level was and I told her a .5! This makes me laugh. Like I was so out of it that I said .5, not even 1 haha. I remember I kept asking my parents to scratch my nose (the nurse said the anesthesia makes you itchy). A bit later she asked me what my pain level was and I said a 2. Then I remember being taken to a private recovery room and I was just in and out of sleep the whole time. The nurse brought me anti-nausea meds and a wheelchair around 5 and had me get into it and took me out to the car. She told me to keep my eyes closed and to stare straight ahead so I would no get dizzy. I got into the car and the drive home was fairly smooth. Honestly, I was so worried for nothing. This entire process has not been nearly as bad as I was expecting and I could not be happier.
Once I was home I just slept and slept and slept. The past 6 days have really just been a blur to me but basically that what I did. It took me about three days to fully wake up I think. The day after my surgery I was having sharp burning pain in my left breast only. We called my doctor and she suggested I come in to get it checked out just in case. She was not in though so I had to be seen by another doctor. So we went to her office and I got all the bandages taken off which I was pretty scared for. I had my mom cover my head with me shirt so I wouldn't see haha, but everyone said they looked great! So I went home and tried to eat for the first time and I slept more. The next day I went back to the doctor again because this time my doctor needed to see how I was doing. She said I couldn't look better and so I looked down at them! I smiled and just couldn't believe how small they were! It was like turning a corner because I realized that I really did it! I really went through with the surgery! I showered the next day and looked at myself in the mirror and was just high on life. Everything just seems so much better and I'm 10 times happier because this huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. I went out for the first time on Saturday with my mom to target to buy some sports bras and just look around at some clothes. I found this really cute dress that I could have never fit in before my surgery and I bought it and it fits! Before it would have looked terrible and now it looks pretty on me! I cannot believe I can now, even just 5 days after my surgery, go to a store, pick out a dress, and have it fit! Ahhhh its just the best feeling ever!
Im sorry if this is a bit long and jumbled, but I really just wanted to share my entire process in detail and include my emotions as well. I am the type of person who likes to know every little detail because I like to be in control. I am sure there are others out there who are considering this surgery who are also like me in this aspect, and so I want to give them as much information as I possible can. Once again, I am only 6 days post-op and I feel unbelievable! I am still sore, but that doesn't matter because I have tiny boobies! Seriously though, if you are on the fence about this surgery, please do it! I can already see that my life will be changed forever. It was really not painful at all, just uncomfortable and sore, and every second of it was worth it for the way I feel now. I cant even imagine how good I will feel a month from now! I just have a whole new outlook on life and I know that there are so many positive things in store for me now. :)