When my 25 year old daughter got implants this past July she could not have had more support from me than she got. While I've always been pretty flat, she was flatter. Within weeks after her surgery her confidence soared. I'm not too concerned with my self confidence, but I'm tired of wearing padded bras. And bathing suits are the worst of all to wear.
I'm a bit nervous about having two foreign bodies implanted, but other than that I'm ready.
Updated on 29 Oct 2013:
This morning, my sweet husband asked me if I was getting nervous about my upcoming surgery, and I couldn't have replied faster than I did. NO! I'm not the slightest bit nervous about the surgery itself. What my thoughts seem to focus on is telling people why I'll be under the radar and home bound for a week. I'm 51 and am imagining the same scorn I got from people when I ended my previous unhappy marriage. As I mentioned earlier, my 25 year old daughter had BA in July, and I remember how defensive I was when people inquired. My step-daughter has already labeled me as superficial, and I think if she knows what I'm up to she'll have some (totally off) confirmation. And I know, I'm doing this for me. I've always felt unfinished, having waited for my buds to develop until I had children. They didn't; even after 3.
Updated on 14 Nov 2013:
This is such a surreal time for me. I'm 51 and about to have BA in the morning. I can't shake the thought that I'm a bit old for this, yet I'm equally grateful that my life of hating my body, and my flat chest is about to change abruptly. Tomorrow. I'll go to sleep tomorrow night not having my protruding ribs be the biggest feature of my whole torso.
On a lighter note, my husband of two years is adorable. He's never cared or commented on my flat chest, but he's excited to bring me shopping for new clothes, lingerie, and bathing suit soon. He lives to make me happy. Fingers crossed and prayers said as I drift off to sleep.
Updated on 17 Nov 2013:
Hello friends,
I intended to write an update on my 11/15/13 BA after surgery, but because I was so loopy afterwards, I put off until the following day. I was still feeling goofy yesterday, so
here goes, my breasts are like stone currently, but on a scale of 1 to 10, it's about a 3. I didn't take into consideration that upper arms would be sore until I realized they were likely put out of the way for the one hour procedure. I'm wearing a size large sports bra, and all I want to do now is to pop the sucker off me.
The first night following the surgery, I slept fitfully because I couldn't get at all comfortable in my bed. I resorted to big club chair in the living room, and that helped me fall asleep. Another thing I hadn't anticipated is being so constipated because I'd started drinking tons of water in advance. I checked drugs.com this afternoon and saw that both medications can lead to dry mouth, as well as constipation. Lucky me. By the way, I can't believe how impressive my additions look so damn good! More later!
Cheers to all who have summoned the courage and saved the money for the procedure.
Updated on 22 Dec 2013:
I love my new breasts! After my second week post-op check my PS suggested that my new bra cup size would likely be a C, I went shopping! The helpful associate at Victoria's secret measured me as a 34-D! My new breasts are by no means huge, but it underlines something I've picked up on as I read the reviews of others: A C or D-cup are totally different on different bodies. I happily accepted my PS's choice on what size implant would be appropriate for my frame, and my motivation for the surgery to begin with. I've read countless reviews by women who seem to go to the doctor with a specific CC amount, as if they have any clue how much or little breast tissue they already have. I have 320s on each side, and they fit my 5'4", 125 lb frame perfectly. I'm very happy, and glad that I chose to find a board certified doc within a half hour's drive. Like so many women who are satisfied with the results of their procedures, I'm thinking about another couple of options: lipo on my chin, and my tummy pouch!
Updated on 22 Mar 2014:
As I said in my first entry; I've lived for 51 years bothered by my body's shortcomings. After making the first appointment with my PS, it suddenly dawned on me: I could make change happen. I took photos but I was ashamed by my own body, so I didn't post them. Skip up to my fifth month post op. I couldn't be more pleasantly surprised by my self approval. My breasts finally shadow my ski-jump ribs; I'm proportionate. I still feel vain about my choice now and then, but I'm very grateful that I had the support of my wonderful husband and the skill and experience of my surgeon.