Mother of 2- Can't Wait for Breast Lift! - Orlando, FL

Surgery went really well. I arrived at 6:15am, and everything went very quickly. I was prepped for surgery and walked into the operating room by 7am. OMG, I was so nervous!!! Dr. Soto was awesome though. The whole team was just amazing. I woke up in recovery and everything was blurry. I remember I just kept asking for my glasses. Fortunately, I didn't get sick at all- I've heard a few horror stories. My husband took very good care of me for the first two days, but he had to go back to work today. I feel a lot better than I thought I would by this time, even with the responsibility of two little ones, I am managing well. I saw Dr. Soto today for my first post-op. He was very pleased with the outcome- he gave me a high five when he took of my compression bra!

Today is the day! I will be leaving here, from my house, in about 15 minutes. I had an okay night's sleep. I was up at 2:45am and tossed and turned for the rest of the night. No food or drink at this point since 12am and I am so thirsty and hungry! My nerves are surprisingly good. I know things will change when we get there, but for now, I am rather calm. This is something I've wanted for awhile, so I think I am just ready. I took my kids to their aunt's house last night, they will be there until Tuesday. The empty house is strange. If you are reading this- thank you and wish me luck!

Can I just say how much I love this site? I check it multiple times in a day, so thank you to the site's creators and everyone who has shared their reviews/pictures. You guys are my inspiration in this journey!

Journey is a fitting word too, because it really has been one for me. My journey goes further than just wanting to change my sagging breasts. I used to hate my body. All of it. I was thin for the majority of my life, sometimes too thin. I didn't feel thin though and when I looked in the mirror I didn't see thin either. I took drastic measures to be even thinner and eating disorders took control of my life from 15 until… well, until even now really. At 28 I still struggle. I went to counseling and took the reins back. Counseling helped me see that I was more than the outside image I portrayed. I was a hardworking mother, wife, artist- not someone who is defined by how many calories I put into my body that day. I don't look in the mirror and hate my reflection anymore- I see a body that carried and birthed two amazing little boys. I see breasts that nourished. I see a face that makes my children smile. I see someone I like.