For the longest time (since high school...I am now 23, no kids), I went back and forth on whether I was okay with my tiny boobs (didn't even fill a padded A cup) or if I wanted to change it. Finally, last year I made the decision to change it. After research on RealSelf, the official plastic surgeons website, I found my doctor and started the process. My consultation went well, they let me meet and tak privately with a previous patient who had her breast augmentation done 11 years ago. It was really helpful to be able to ask her all my questions. Then I sat down with the doctor and his office staff and talked about the look I wanted. My phrase of the day was "as natural as possible." After leaving the doctors office, I felt comfortable enough to go ahead and schedule my surgery. At my post op appointment 3weeks before, the doctor was late getting out of surgery and I had to leave for work so I got to talk to him for all of 3mins. But I showed him my poster of pictures with my likes and dislikes and he seemed confident that he could achieve those results. Surgery day was actually really easy. I wasn't nervous at all, I'd been counting down the days and couldn't wait to get in there. The nurses were all super nice and made me feel comfortable. They have this great machine that blow warm air into your gown...best thing ever considering the whole surgery center is COLD. After talking with the anesthesiologist and the nurses, Dr. Pousti came in and we reviewed my poster again and what I wanted. He was encouraging me to go for more of a cleavage look when all I really wanted was a gentle slope with full breasts. I was nervous about going too big (I'm 5'7'', 128lbs) or having the rounded look (the rounded look screams "boob job!!"....kind of the opposite of the natural look I wanted.
Coming out of anesthesia, I can remember wanting to look at my chest SO bad but I couldn't open my eyes. Finally the medication wore off and I kept looking down thinking, "Oh my god, I have boobs! They're not huge but they're boobs!" They gave me percocet and zofran before I left so the car ride home (1hour drive) was super easy (luckily I had my mom there to drive me). I wasn't nauseous all day and was able to eat soup for lunch with some fruit. Then I rested and watched TV before trying to go to sleep. The hardest part is the medication routine...between the antibiotic, the pain med, and the muscle relaxer, I'm taking pills every couple of hours which means I don't get much sleep.
Now, Day 2 has been a different story. SO SORE. Every muscle hurts, especially the ones under my arms. Reaching for anything is super painful. I had one bought of nausea today but I think it's because I hadn't eaten recently but was still taking all my meds. I've heard day 2 is the worst so I'm hoping it gets easier from here. I completely agree with recommendations that other people have made: use bendy straws, set-up a mountain of pillows on your bed (you won't want to lay down all they way anyways, it would hurt too much), have plenty of zip up or button up shirts, write out your schedule of medications, and have people around to help you. I am currently scheduled for my recheck on Monday so that's 4 days of not showering, boooo. But I think I'll take a waist down bath and try to wash my hair in the sink. So excited to see them!!!