After nursing 4 children I had no breast tissue left. I'm 5'2 and weigh 118 pounds. I wanted a natural size C. I went in for my consultation in November and decided to get the gummy bear implants. Under muscle. Had my surgery yesterday! Took about an hour and half, I was home and resting by 1pm. Looking forward to getting unwrapped tomorrow for my reveal! Updated on 25 Jan 2017: Feeling better, it's day 3. Dr said everything looks great. No need to massage until I go back in two weeks to look at incision. Here are a couple photos I took of myself today. Looking forward to being able to shower tonight! Updated on 26 Jan 2017: Updated on 28 Jan 2017: Each day it's getting easier. I was able to shower and wash my hair myself yesterday. Sleeping has been an issue. Hard to get comfortable sleeping on my back. Then I wake up with "morning boob" which is a little painful, luckily it goes away quickly.
I have never felt comfortable in my body. Throughout high school, I suffered from depression and, as a result, was somewhat overweight (at 5'2, I reached 165 at my heaviest). I made excuses not to go to the beach with friends and hid my body underneath bulky t-shirts. Shortly after my (now) husband and I began dating at 19, the extra weight started coming off and when we moved in together, I got down to about 127. At the time, our lives were filled with wedding planning and working and college-- needless to say, I didn't make time to work out so although I was relatively happy with my weight, I felt flabby because I didn't do anything to tone. Fast-forward a couple of years-- we married at 21 and had our first child at 22. My pre-pregnancy weight was 125. The day I delivered my eight-pound wonder, I weighed 189. I was back to my pre-pregnancy weight at six weeks, and my breasts were the largest and fullest they had been in my life, thanks to nursing! When our oldest son was nine months old, we conceived our second child. Again, my pre-pregnancy weight was 125; the day I delivered I weighed 192. After my first pregnancy, I had considerable stretch marks but my skin seemed to bounce back relatively well in the short time between my pregnancies. That being said, my second beautiful baby boy was 10 pounds, 2 ounces. There's no bouncing back from that, friends. In the time since my youngest (now three-year-old) son was born, I have gotten serious about health and fitness. I work out almost daily, generally switching between Crossfit and Pilates. Not only am I at my lowest weight-- 122-- I am in the absolute best shape of my life. Unfortunately, nursing my sweet boys for a little over a year each has left my small (but once-perky) breasts deflated. I don't even fill an A cup any longer. Additionally, no matter how much work I do on my abs, I cannot get rid of the pooch around my belly button. The skin just hangs there. I do not leave my house without wearing Spanxx (I love them. My husband hates them). Lastly, I have never been so happy in my entire life. My husband and I are still madly in love. I graduated with my Master's degree last year with a 3.8 GPA. My little boys are growing into absolutely amazing little people. I sincerely feel like this procedure is my "missing piece." I want to feel as confident and happy on the outside as I do on the inside. I went for a consultation on January 16th and immediately knew the surgeon I met with would be the one to perform my procedures. He made me feel at ease throughout my exam. His credentials are amazing. I know a couple of his former patients, both of whom have had nothing but great things to say-- his work is phenomenal. I have since had several appointments with the cosmetic consultant to try on implant sizes because I was going back and forth between 371 ccs and 397ccs. I was worried the 397s would look too large on my frame, but have since decided definitively on the 397s since I'll lose around 25ccs by going under the muscle. The 397s were also my surgeon's choice given my measurements and the fact that he has "never had a woman say she wishes she had gone smaller, but many women say they wish they had gone bigger." What a roller coaster this has been! While I am ridiculously excited, there have been times over the last couple of weeks where I have wondered if I am making the right decision. It has certainly been an emotional process, and I am so lucky to have the support from my husband. I'm not telling many people in my life, and the ones I've told have not had the reactions for which I was hoping. I have been lurking on this forum almost nightly, searching for women with similar stories, similar statistics-- and I can honestly say that it has been so reassuring! I am now confident in my decision and ready to emerge on the other side of this surgery! Thank you for allowing me to share my journey! Updated on 27 Feb 2013: With just under two weeks left until surgery, my mind is on overdrive! My initial consultation was on January 21st, so I feel as though I’ve had adequate time to process the thoughts and emotions related to making the decision to have the procedure as well as my reasons for wanting to do so. That said, anxiety is starting to set in! While I am comfortable with and excited about the surgeon I chose, I keep thinking about how I am going to let this man cut me in half, a man whom I have only met a handful of times. I know I’m as familiar with him as I am with any of my other doctors, but the thought of it is still slightly unnerving. I’m thinking a lot about the final result and praying that I will be happy with my body on the other side of this experience! I’m also thinking a lot about recovery. I have read so many reviews on Real Self and have found such an array of experiences that now I’m not entirely sure what to expect. I see that some women undergoing the same two procedures as myself—TT and BA—are doing a light workout at three weeks post op while other women have reported not being able to stand straight until nearly four weeks post op! I don’t want to rush the healing process; I understand my body is about to undergo a major surgery and will need adequate time to recover… I just wish I had an idea of how I personally will heal from this—which, of course, no one can answer for me because it’s just a matter of taking it day-by-day after surgery. I have two small boys—ages 3 and 4—and my husband will only be home with me for the first ten days. I thought that was plenty of time, but now I’m getting nervous. At my pre-op this past Thursday, my surgeon said he will be taking the compression garment off of my breasts at 2 days post-op and from that time forward he encourages me to wear a bra with no underwire. I’ve been researching a lot online about bras women have used, some with zippers, some with clips in the front. To ladies having had an augmentation as part of their mommy makeover, what was your favorite bra to wear post-op? I am planning to add more pre-op pictures; I just have to work up some courage! Updated on 4 Mar 2013: So here I sit, just one week until surgery. I feel like I have been on emotional overload, constantly processing. I had about a week’s time where I felt so confident and at peace with my decision to proceed with the surgery, but it seems the closer I get the more feelings of uncertainty are resurfacing. Maybe I’m just scared? I’ve jotted down a few thoughts that have been rolling around in my head since I scheduled my procedure. Whose standard of beauty am I trying to live up to? Society’s? My own? Am I less of a feminist for having these procedures done? Less of a person? Professionally, will I be taken seriously if I have a small waistline and big boobs? Will I look “done?” Will men (and women?) take me seriously in a professional setting? I feel guilty for spending such a substantial amount of money on myself. Neither my husband nor my children benefit from this expenditure; at times the guilt is so consuming. I constantly think about what else we could do with the money being spent on my procedure. Am I being vain / selfish? I feel guilty for changing my boys’ lives for a few weeks. As an at-home mother, I am their primary caretaker, and I am worried about how they will adapt to the changes in our household. I feel guilty that my husband will have to pick up the slack that I leave while I’m recovering. I feel embarrassed that I am resorting to a surgical procedure to alter my appearance. I am scared that the outcome will not be what I expect. I just want to feel at home in my body. What if I’m still unhappy? Will my boys ever find out and if they do, what will they think? I worry about extreme complications wherein my quality of life is compromised—debilitation, possible death? All of that being said, every time I log into RealSelf and look at before and after pictures of women whose figures resemble mine, I get a boost of confidence in my decision. My husband is also very reassuring, though I know he’s starting to experience some anxiety as well—primarily, he’s worried about my health and safety. For the last two weeks or so, in every one of my dreams I look how I imagine I’ll look after the TT and BA. Oddly enough, not one of my dreams has been about my procedure; they’ve been about things that I would normally dream about, but my appearance is altered. I feel like I’ve already made the leap subconsciously which gives me a calming, almost serene feeling when I wake up in the morning. Throughout the day, though, when I let my mind head into overdrive, I start to feel like it spins out of control. I sincerely hope that on the other side of this process, I finally have the confidence—physically—that I have never had. I have a lot to offer this world personally, emotionally, spiritually, and professionally; I want that to reflect in my appearance. I want to feel “at home” in myself. Updated on 9 Mar 2013: I do not know where the last two months have gone. Unlike so many other reviewers, I feel like I haven’t had enough time between scheduling and surgery day. It seems as though every RealSelf-er mentions the waiting game and how difficult it is, but with just two days left until my surgery, I feel unprepared! I have everything I’ll need for the procedure and the days following. I have everything in order through the end of March. I’ll be doing a deep clean of my house tomorrow morning. Yet, I still feel like I am not prepared. Has anyone else felt this way? I know I’m making the decision that’s best for me, and I know I will be happy on the other side of this, but it has been quite the journey! These last couple of days, I’m finding myself feeling more nervous than excited, and I’ve let worry overcome me—I am so in love with my husband and my little boys that the thought of anything going wrong absolutely paralyzes me with fear. I am looking forward to the moment I open my eyes and see my husband’s handsome face. Then all of this worry and stress and fear will wash away. Pre-operatively, I have put in a substantial amount of emotional, psychological, and spiritual energy. I’m looking forward to calming all of that and focusing on the physical work after my procedure. I understand there will be pain, but I keep telling myself that if I can endure two natural childbirths so too can I endure this recovery. Currently, I am going through a sort of "goodbye" process. I find myself looking in the mirror a lot and touching or tugging at my stomach frequently. I definitely will not miss the sagging skin or my deflated breasts, but there's something about shedding this skin-- literally and figuratively-- that has me feeling a little sentimental. This sagging skin came about through the carrying of my sweet boys; these deflated breasts became saggy through years of nurturing those same sweet boys. I can imagine this is similar to selling a first home and moving into a new one; it’s exciting but still bittersweet to leave the old memories behind. I am excited about the enhancements I am making to my body and the changes to come in the weeks ahead. In the days leading up to my surgery, I feel a lot like I felt in the days before giving birth to each of my sons—wonder of the unknown, worry for complications, and excitement for what’s to come. I’m ready to shed this skin and birth myself forth into the world. Updated on 11 Mar 2013: I have spent the last two days scrubbing my entire house on my hands and knees. I have everything packed for tomorrow. My boys are excited to be spending the day with their grandmother. My husband has plenty of reading material to get him through the wait! I called my surgeon and told him to be sure to get a solid 8 hours of sleep, eat a big healthy breakfast, and relieve his bladder before surgery. I'm ready, girls! I'm finally ready! And since I'm such a strong believer in the power of prayer, positivity, happy energy, and love: if you are reading this, spare me a momentary thought. I sincerely appreciate it! Updated on 14 Mar 2013: I arrived at the hospital around 11:30 and was taken in almost immediately which was great because I didn't really have time to panic. I was in surgery at 1:15 and in recovery at 4:30. Dr. Bean told my husband that everything went fantastically, and he was very happy with the results-- he removed over a pound of skin from my belly! I have never been so happy in my life--other than the births of my children-- than to see my husband's beautiful face after I woke up from surgery. He couldn't stay for long because he had to get back to take care of our boys. My night in the hospital was absolutely horrendous, to be honest. I think I would rather do drug-free childbirth all over again than experience the pain that first night. I had extreme nausea and could not sleep, eventually I did throw up. Luckily, I had the most amazing and sweet nurse who just sat with me and rubbed my head and got me cold washcloths. We found a good balance of anti-nausea med / pain killers and I was finally able to get a couple of good chunks of sleep. My catheter came out at 6a the next morning, and Dr. Bean came in to see me around 7a. I was able to (briefly) see the results. He said he wanted me to stay the day in the hospital since I had had such a difficult night. My day went much better, I was able to get in and out of bed unassisted and I was also able to get to the bathroom. I must say, though, peeing has felt really strange these last couple of days and it takes me forever to empty my bladder. I had a few visitors in the hospital then a few at home, and I think I overdid it by staying awake and moving around so much because by 6p last night, I could barely move. Today I've been relying on my husband so much more to help me up and down instead of doing it myself. I prefer to do everything myself, but I've realized that being "strong" now will only bring me backwards in the long run-- better to let myself heal for at least a few days. I go back to see Dr. Bean tomorrow afternoon and will hopefully get my drains out then. They weren't producing a lot, so he is confident that they'll both come out tomorrow. I'll be sure to add pictures once all of the bandages are off. I have quite a few under my compression garment that I'm unable to take off until I see him tomorrow. THANK YOU all so much for your kind words, happy thoughts, and words of love. I am so happy to be on the other side of this. I can't wait to feel like it was all worth it! Updated on 15 Mar 2013: I had my post-op appointment today, and my drains came out! I was only producing about 16 mls a day through my left drain and about 40 through my right drain, so Dr. Bean was confident in removing them today! Oh boy, did it sting! Today was definitely a turning point for me in terms of activity and fatigue! I have been sleeping a lot less and walking comfortably a lot more; I was even able to play with my boys for a couple of hours today! I have missed them so much. My husband has turned into super-dad over these last few days-- he is such a blessing! But, I didn't realize how hard it would be to not pick up my boys and attend to their needs, to hold them when they are crying. I just keep telling myself that I'm only a few days post-op and I need to recover fully so that I can care for them properly when my husband goes back to work. Dr. Bean removed all of my dressings, and I looked at myself for the first time in a full-length mirror since the night before surgery. I feel fat, I feel bloated... I feel a lot like I felt after giving birth. It probably doesn't help that I haven't had a BM yet, but I am afraid to take a laxative! I am now wearing a regular bra without underwire, and I fill out a 34 C! I have spent the last two months worrying that 397ccs would be too big, but I think once they drop and soften more, I'll like really them! I'm really hoping that once this bloated feeling passes, I'll be happier with my belly. I see all of the skin is gone and all of the stretch marks are gone, but my belly looks big to me! Anyway, another day forward! Updated on 16 Mar 2013: I hit a couple of milestones today: I took my first shower (though I was cleared yesterday, the holes from my drains were still fresh and I was too scared), and I finally had a bm! I took a laxative last night. Nothing happened. I took another one this morning. Nothing happened. I took three tonight, and let's just say going poo is no longer a problem. I feel fat today. Honestly, I've felt fat every single day since. I'm worried my incision is high. I'm worried I look fatter now than before the surgery. Luckily, when I start feeling sad, I can look up at my new boobs to put a smile on my face. My husband told me today-- "When you decided to get this done, I imagined them in my head, and they look exactly how I pictured-- perfect." He's slightly irritated that I'm feeling so shitty (note the reference to the laxative-- ha- HA) about my bloating / swelling, but I guess this is all part of the process. Updated on 23 Mar 2013: I haven't updated in about a week, so here we go... I stopped taking all meds except the antibiotic at three days post-op, and I saw a significant difference in how I felt. I found that getting up in the morning and taking a shower was much more effective for pain management than lying in bed all day. 50% of days four and five was spent sleeping and the other 50% was doing normal (though restricted) activity. By days six and seven, I weaned myself to one nap a day; on day eight I resumed normal household activity with my boys. I have to say, though, I see a considerable difference in my energy level. I am completely wiped by 2p and am ready for bed hours earlier than normal. While I will be happy when I see a significant increase in energy, I'm as equally happy to report that this is the only issue I am having post-surgery! I was feeling incredibly itchy underneath my garment, particularly around my incision on day 9 so Dr. Bean had me come in and removed all of the tape. He and his cosmetic consultant encouraged me to take a look in the full length mirror hanging on the door. I was nervous because all along I've felt as though once the garment come off, a round belly would emerge. I obliged, though, and for the first time since the procedure I looked at myself and could not believe the results-- my belly was flat, my breasts were full! I was also amazed at how thin the incisions were and how carefully he placed them! After removing the tape, he cleared me to begin massaging my incisions with Vitamin E Oil. I have been doing that for the past three days and I'm already noticing a difference! I have been in an underwire-free cupped bra since day 2 post op, and my breasts have settled nicely, though they have a little bit to go. They are very soft to the touch and feel like my own already! I feel great other than being tired, so I'm extremely anxious to get back into normal activity-- running around with my boys, working out, etc. I feel like a lump. Thanks to Dr. Bean, however, I've lost one inch off my waist (and gained a couple in my bust)! Updated on 24 Mar 2013: I finally took more post-op pictures today after a mid-morning shower! I also took my measurements-- I've lost an inch off my waist and an inch off my hips (and I gained 4 inches in my bust)! At the risk of sounding vain, I actually have a smile on my face when I look in the mirror now! Updated on 1 Apr 2013: My mantra this week has been: “This is temporary; soon I will love this body.” Soon I will love this body. I will love this body. I will love my body. I went shopping last week for an outfit to wear on camera as part of the overhaul my surgeon is having done to his website. I was beyond elated to fit into a size 2 pants, especially since I was wearing a size 6 pre-surgery to avoid a muffin top. If I didn’t wear Spanx out of the house, I was constantly tucking the skin into my jeans. Well, not anymore! My husband and I went to dinner over the weekend, and for the first time ever I wasn’t self-conscious on a date night… not once did I have to reposition myself as I was seated. Not once did I fold my arms over my stomach. Not once did I look around to see if anyone was looking, then sneak a quick “tuck” of skin into my pants. I sat up straight, looked my husband in the eyes, and worried about nothing but his beautiful blues and the words coming out of his mouth. We talked and laughed, and I didn’t realize how sincerely amazing life can be when you are not constantly worried about an issue that not only dictates your thoughts and actions but also comes to define you. As I mentioned, I was invited to participate in the updating of my surgeon’s website. I was interviewed on camera for about fifteen minutes and also took a fun photo with his cosmetic consultant. Agreeing to participate and then participating in the video / photo shoot has sincerely changed my thinking on the whole process as well. It was a “coming out” of sorts. I have been incredibly secretive about this journey, except for the openness I have expressed on this forum. I’ve been worried about what people will think if they do find out, and after working with the advertising agency for just under an hour or so I have finally turned a corner in my mind. I own this. I had plastic surgery. I paid money to a man to alter my body. The fact of the matter is, I am far happier now than I have ever been. When I went shopping for the outfit pictured in my photos above, I was alone. There was a middle-aged woman waiting for her daughter who was also in the dressing room. I put on the (size 2, yes I know I’ve already mentioned that!) pants and the shirt. I emerged from the dressing room directly into an area where multiple mirrors faced each other at an angle so that when I stood in the middle, I could see every aspect of my body reflected back at me. I wanted to say to the woman, “Hey lady, come see me!” I wanted to call my husband. I wanted to run through the store. I could not believe it was my body in the mirror. It’s all I ever wanted, and I feel that I worked hard to get to where I was pre-surgery so that I can finally say my surgeon helped to transform my body into what was waiting underneath all the extra skin. Still, my body is not perfect. I’m worried about my scar being too high. I’m about my breasts being slightly too big. I’m worried that I have a little too much fat above my belly button. I’m worried that I should have done lipo to get rid of my problem areas. I’m worried that my arms are getting flabby and my thighs are droopy. I could go on. Underneath my compression garment, I still imagine the belly that once was. I find myself being extremely cautious about what I am eating since I can’t work out, but I miss the indulgences. When I do indulge (thank you, Easter Bunny), I feel guilty afterward because I know I’m not working it off. My hope is that once I settle back into my life I won’t be so critical or judgmental, because right now I am looking at myself and examining everything, from “is this swelling, or is it fat?” to “oh, man I have to work on my arms!” I’m excited to experience my life in this improved body. I cannot wait to grab my children and dance around the kitchen with them. I cannot wait for Shaun T to yell at me “Come on, y’all! S’gooo!” I cannot wait to snuggle with my husband at night instead of being laid up on my back with pillows propped under my knees. All in due time. I know in the scheme of my life this is a short time to dedicate to lifelong happiness. I’m not planning to openly share my plastic surgery journey with “friends” on Facebook, nor do I plan to wear a t-shirt announcing the fact. I do, however, hope to be a liaison for those considering surgery… a friend with words of encouragement, a beam of support for those going through an emotional process with which they are unsure of what to do—“no, you are not vain or selfish or less of a woman / man and, yes, you do deserve to do this for yourself.” I had plastic surgery. I sit up straighter. I hold my head higher. I smile a little brighter. Updated on 14 Apr 2013: I have finally made it to the “worth it” side, and let me tell you—ladies, it is so good to be here! I had my 4 week post op visit with Dr. Bean on Wednesday, and throughout my visit I was nitpicking this little bit and that little bit. He assured me all of my concerns were completely ridiculous (and they were), and he drilled into my head that I cannot fully evaluate my results until I am three months post op. By the end of my appointment—after listening to all of my woes—he finally opened my folder and said “let’s put this in perspective” as he handed me the pre-op photos. After he left the room, I stood naked in front of a full-length mirror, staring once at my pre-op pictures, then once at my form in the mirror, then again at the photos, and again at the mirror. I could not believe the person in those photos was me. I had lived with that body for so long and it has only taken three weeks for it to have become a far distant memory. This new body that I’m in has so quickly become my own. I love my body. I sincerely, honestly, love my body. I have flaws, and I still see them—sometimes they glare at me in the mirror. But, I can honestly say that I am kinder to myself now. Through this process of coming to like myself physically, I feel unrestricted—like I can finally exist in this world the way that I am meant to! What beauty there is to be found in a quick interaction with a stranger, eye contact, a simple smile, a brief exchange. I walk with my head held high and what a difference it has made! I have never felt more "me" in my whole life. I feel at peace. I feel at home. I feel like my exterior finally matches what's in my heart, and with that I am free to live my life as wholly myself. This was completely and totally 100% worth it all. I cannot thank my husband enough for this beautiful gift nor can I put into words how thankful I am to Dr. Bean! Updated on 23 Jul 2013: I was fully cleared for all activity without any restrictions at 4 weeks post op, but I didn't jump into Crossfit workouts until month 2 1/2 or so. I'm still wearing Spanx at night because I found that if I don't, I have some minor swelling in the morning! Other than that, I feel great! Updated on 15 Mar 2014: I feel like this body has been mine all of my life. I have seen incredible growth throughout the past year-- physically, emotionally, personally, professionally, spiritually, socially, etc.-- thought not attributable to my surgery, most certainly a positive offshoot of improved confidence, power, and strength.
Awful...very full of himself and his self proclaimed excellence. Did not listen to me and my Fiancee when told of my bleeding disorder. Did not do presurgical labs, did not place any drains. I ended up fighting for my life because of his mistakes. 3 days in ICU, a unit of blood and a 2nd round of being opened up to remove clots and place drains. Not to mention the infection that his PA refused to diagnos and treat. I had to go to ER for that as well. I have had to go through therapy for dealing with almost dying. My children are still recovering mentally from this. Not to mention the affects it has had on my other half. My 6 yr old is always afraid when I go to thw dr now. And to top all of this off ...I started at an E. We agreed that a full C would be best for my frame. I am now a B on my left side and an A on my right side. And the scar tissue flaps on my sides are just an added bonus to the [RS bleep] show. He has pretty much ruined my self esteem and desire to be intimate with my Fiancee. I have no use for this provider.
I am looking forward to having my man boob taken off! this will be the final step in what has been a very long journey! but so worth it! My weight-loss journey started almost 4 years ago! this final procedure is the final step to complete my journey! One of the most difficult things I've had to deal with is the insurance approval but don't give in if you are denied keep appealing I can say I didn't give up when denied and my surgeon Dr Bean finally got this surgery approved! Updated on 6 Jul 2018: The recover was very good off pain meds in 4 days! unfortunately for me I felt so good 9 days after surgery I shoveled snow and moved around some plywood over the course of the next 4 days I was in unbearable pain on my right side! swelling leaking pain pain pain they had to put a drain back in for another week and I was out of work 3 more weeks, when I should of only been out for 1 week! lesson learned when they tell you to take it easy for 6 weeks they say it for a reason!
After loosing 115 lbs through weight loss surgery 2 years ago I have a large amount of excess skin and fat around my waist line I have been getting sours for the last year! I have been approved for the tummy tuck to get this removed! my surgery is scheduled for 5-22-2017 im a little nervous but im excited as well! Updated on 21 Jun 2017: I'm 4 weeks out now they took off 6 pounds and repaired 3 Hernias! the first few days were not fun! but I am very happy with the results! i was out of work for 3 weeks! I feel great and I can sleep on my side again! I'll put the after photo on soon! Updated on 4 Jan 2018: Very happy with the results!
