33 Years Old, Mother of 2, Deflated 34c - Richmond, VA

I've been thinking about breast implants for a while when shortly after I stopped nursing my youngest I was ready for the consult. After some bad news (I needed more time after nursing) and a move I finally had one. We had just moved so I figured my best bet was to ask my primary care physician and it was a great way to get a recommendation. As I have also heard its best to have a few consults, I randomly picked one with good reviews on this site. Needless to say that was a waste of time, once the second consult realized I had already had one they weren't as friendly. Also, I caught them in the middle of a move and they were very disorganized. I was shocked to find out implants weren't going to fix the problem that I was also needing a lift! Yikes! The scars! After that I stopped listening. After calming down and discussing it with my husband, I still felt overall shape and size was worth a few scars. I called back and scheduled the procedure. Two weeks out I find out I have an infection in an old root canal. Once that was resolved I was able to reschedule for September 18, that was 5 weeks later! So much anxiety!

The morning of surgery went smoothly, I think the meds helped me sleep and get to the hospital. Really couldn't believe it was happening. I agonized over the size up until the day, really didn't want to go to small but then worried I'd be too big?? Ended up going from a 375 cc silicone to a 350 cc silicone. Everyone at the hospital (Bon Secours) was amazing! Really can't say enough good things about them. My discharge nurse was fabulous, if I could remember her name I'd send her a thank you. They really do a good job of making you feel at ease. Once the iv was in, I remember seeing my dr, then a quick goodbye to my husband. That was the last thing I remembered. I agonized about being put under, it was my first time. Fast forward I'm awake and I feel nauseous and drowsy. They load me up with 2 bags of anti nauseous medicine and I'm finally about to get out of there, I think I woke up at noon (my surgery was at 7:30 am) and we didn't walk out till 2:30 pm. I do remember the nurse mentioning if I ever have surgery again, I might want to mention I get so nauseous. I barely remember the ride home and once I was there I was out. My husband was fantastic about keeping me on my meds every 4 hours, even waking with crackers and water through the night. There was pain, mainly the pressure and in moving my arms. All I wanted to do was sleep. My first shower was exhausting and again I got nauseous so I couldn't even look. When I did the next day, it was scary, bruising, bleeding, stitches. Can't wait for this to heal! I have to keep the incisions covered with antibiotic ointment for a few days then switch to aquaphor. Then I wrap in an ace bandage. I will be glad to be done with that.

Being home with 2 young children after surgery is difficult. I was under the false impression that stopping the pain meds and going out the next day would be a good idea. It wasn't. It was 6 days later and I thought a quick lunch and park playdate would be a good idea. I just stood there and watched them. It wasn't. I thought I was dying later that night. It was a weird pinch feeling on the left side every time I inhaled. It was excruciating. Then I took so many pain pills I got sick. After speaking with the nurse the next day, I realized I overdid it and needed to take it easy. I didn't leave my bed for the next 2 days. My advice to all you mommies thinking about doing this, may arrangements for your little ones for at least a week. My husband wasn't able to take the time off and I thought for sure I'd have a speedy recovery.