I am 23 years old and I chose breast augmentation because I have always been fairly small chested. After I had a child at age 20, I believed breastfeeding was the best option. Unfortunately, afterwards, my breast size declined from an A to a AA (an A cup bra would wrinkle on me). Even more frustrating is the extra weight I put on after having her. My butt, thighs and tummy never really lost the weight even though I work at a fitness center and stay fairly active. I was getting tired of people assuming I was my daughter's babysitter. I am a single mom, and I'd like to look like an attractive, feminine woman- not necessarily to attract men, but to earn the respect I deserve. I have had men, even in relationships ask me "why I even bother wearing a bikini top" and overheard them telling their friends I "have no boobs". After dealing with this all through high school, I decided to save a little of every paycheck for the "boobs fund." I finally graduated college, and decided the timing was ideal before I entered the work world.
The surgery was scheduled for a day after my birthday (July 4) so I was a little disappointed to be the DD on my birthday, but not drinking was a small price to pay for the goal I've been waiting almost 8 years for.
The few days before surgery, I was overloaded with all the research I had done on risks, complications, etc. I was very stressed and would fall asleep at one A.M. and wake up at 4 A.M. and not be able to get back to sleep worrying.
I remember my doctor saying my height (5'9) and weight (143) could proportionately pull off a full C cup size. I still had no real visual of this size, so I read the forums online that suggested filling a sock with rice to the converted amount of CC's the doctor suggested. I took a picture and brought it into surgery yesterday, and the doctor agreed that looked a little larger than what we had planned on. This was a relief because I was thinking the same thing. Because my saline implant was placed under the muscle, I went with a more natural look. Because of the placement of my incision, bilateral (under the breast), they did not need to cut through milk ducts as breastfeeding will be a goal of mine again in the future. The nurses were excellent in keeping me calm, although my nerves had me shaking. I picked up my pain pills beforehand, which was lucky because I needed them afterward.
When I woke up, I was all dressed and in a recovery chair. My surgery began about 9:30 and I woke up about a half hour late: about 1 pm. I was incredibly groggy, couldn't focus my eyes or see straight. The nurses helped me into a wheelchair and my mother drove me home. The nurses instructed my mother that my only job was to sleep. It seemed like my only job was to throw up. I threw up in the car on the way home, after making it into bed, and every time I took a pain med the first day. The nurses insured me it was the anesthesia wearing off and I should become accustomed to the pain meds. As of today, I have been able to keep reasonable amounts of food down. The dosage of Vicodin prescribed varies from 1-2 per 4 hours. I found that when I took only one I was counting the hours til I could take another one.
I decided to go out and water my plants today, and thought I would be okay to move a ceramic plant pot into the shade. I was paying for that move. I had to double my dosage the next time. It's amazing how much the pain went down with two pills. But I noticed my face and under my ace wrap have become a little itchy, and I am fairly more nauseous. This is only day two, and I go back to get my ace wrap off tomorrow. I have 375 cc's in each breast, which is a full C. Can't wait to see what they look like!