33 Year Old, Breast Fed One Child, Also Bipolar Type I. Brest Lift and Augumation (Right 390 Cc's; Left 450 Cc's) - Asburn, VA

Well this has been a journey THAT is for sure! Now where to start... Hmmmm..
SOME BACK STORY:
I ALWAYS wanted nice Big Bodacious Tatas. Growing up my mom had a beautiful set of Ds and I was fascinated by their awesomeness. I use to take these little rubber things that went in my grandma's shoes for her heal spurs and would push/suction them to my chest so it looked like I had boobs like my mom and I would prance around the house with my chest all puffed out (When you are a petite little 5 year old they looked like HUGE boobs under my shirt.
Time passed, puberty, happened and well I was NOT blessed with the big [RS bleep] that came from my mom's side of the family... Nope not even a little bit. Puberty happened pretty early for me got my 1st period by 10 and didn't even have anything you could even call a Bo- let alone a Boob until I was around 15...I even flashed a guy my senior year of high school and he for real squinted... Needless to say I have NEVER been happy with my breast. By my late teens and pre-baby years I felt like they were always too small (32A; 32 "barely" B if I had put on major weight) and always lopsided as hell. I got pregnant with my one and only child when I was 21. After about month 6 I started to develop some pretty nice boobs (34/36 C's). They were full and round and I was totally digging them pretty hardcore. By the time my son arrived and my milk came in I was THRILLED rocking my fabulous 36DD's - FINALLY! I was all about the benefits of breast milk for my son and even though I HATED the discomfort of "Milk Boobies" I wanted what was best for my little monkey and the perk of having the big boobies I had always wanted. I breast fed until he was about 8 months old and I just couldn't produce what he required. Then the girls slowly but surely started to go away [insert sad music here] but they didnt go ALL the way away they never got smaller than a B on the left barely C on the right but very saggy and deflated looking.... Like the bit Rob White does about the old lady who's [RS bleep] sag so bad she rolls them up like a joint to put them in her bra.... Yup thats about where they were. About 8 years ago when my husband and I first starting dating I jokingly asked him "Hey babe if we are still together by the time I'm 35 will you buy me nice [RS bleep]?" He jokingly said "sure!" never thinking it would financially be an option.... FAST FORWARD...
MAYBE HE WAS FOR REAL AND IT WASN'T A JOKE
Late last year my hubsand and I starting talking about maybe refinancing the house to pay off his credit card and his car [Note his house... I told him to buy rather than rent when we were dating but was NOT going to financially tie myself to a man again. He has his $ I have mine and we don't share it or fight about it - It works for us]. After the refi was done he paid off the credit card, his truck, did some renos to the house, and got Laisk for his eyes priced and scheduled he asked me "Hey babe you wanna get your boobs done?" I was like 'Whaaaaat for real?" So I startes looking into them decided it cost too much and told him no thanks... His money not mine and well Boob jobs aren't cheap. He knows me well and knows I said no because it was his money and not mine thats when he justified the money to me by telling me it was me who told him buying vs renting was the way to go and that it was also me suggested the refi might not he a bad idea... Lower interest rate less going out each month in bills yada yada yada... So I was finally ok with him spending that much on me... When he put it that way I earned it right.
RESEARCH AND CONSULTATIONS
Rule # Take notes at your consult theres no way you'll remember it all.
From November to Mid January I probably visited every website for every PS in the Virginia, Maryland, and Washington DC area. Many got vetoed because I didn't like the look of the after photos, others got vetoed becuase when I called the office the staff wasn't nice or helpful. I had narrowed it down to 4 doctor's its seems like all of them where at least an hour drive or more from my home but I NEEDED to feel comfortable with my choice right. I met/had consultations with 3 of them the 4th was just too far away. I decided to go with Dr. Brown in Asburn, VA. His staff and after photos kinda had me at hello. At my consultation he didn't seem to be bubbling with personally but he did seem like a master of his craft, kind of a mind reader (like for real the 1st set of sizers he had me in my milk boob size like to the T only needed to make one adjustment to the left one but he nailed it - of course I tried more but he was dead on with the firstish round), and honestly seemed like true perfectionist which I mean do you want personally or craftsmanship when it comes to a PS? Duh craftsmanship! On the way home from the consultation with Dr. Brown I was quite and still for about the first hour of a 2+ hr ride home and then i started shaking and busted into tears. My hubs asked me to "lable my emotion" my voice cracked through the tears and said "Babe I never felt so pretty looking in the mirror, I loved how my silhouette looked with the sizers on, how full they felt in my hand, it all just seems like too much just too much happy to much excited just too much. [Side note: I am Bipolar Type I (aka BP1) and we "lable my emotions" so he knows how I need to be handled and what my needs are at the time]. The next day I called Dr. Brown's office put my deposit down and scheduled my appointments.
PRE-OP - THE ROLLERCOASTER BEGINS
Rule #1 People are [RS bleep] only tell who you need to. 25% Don't care; 65% are [RS bleep]. 10% Will be supportive and happy for you.
Rule #2: Take some before photos for yourself! I WISH I had.
Rule #3: Don't reveal your boobie price tag.
So I had ALOT to do and fast. 1st I had to quit smoking... Now I have smoked everyday for about 20 years minus when i was pregnant until my son was a little over a year old. When my PCP or any other doctors have nagged me about it I've always told them "[Insert My Last Name] Women are born with a cup of coffee in one hand a cigarette in the other so you're probably wasting your breath dude." We congratulations Dr. B! Cause he was the ONLY doctor to ever get me to quit cold turkey just stopped the day he said "NO SMOKING!" It was by NO MEANS easy I wanted to kill people until about day 10 and when I would walk by someone smoking my mouth would water.
Now, I've heard and read that there can be alot of pre-op stress and anxiety with "normal" people but I'm not normal I am bipolar so you can that normal stress and anxiety level and multiply that by like 100 and on top of that I was detoxing from nicotine which is BY FAR the hardest drug I have EVER tried to kick in my life. I was a total basket case and trying desperately to hide it so I wouldnt get told not to have the BA (and lift) but I wanted it bad, I deserved it and had waited SO long for it. I mean I was even willing to quit smoking for it damn it.
Now here is a BIG MISTAKE I made. I was excited about it and I wanted to talk about it with people I considered friends (even my bosses).... DON'T DO IT! Only tell who you REALLY need to tell as far as work goes request like at least a full week off. They don't need to know why. If you talk about it at work (and to others) you are opening yourself up for some judgments. Any time I messed even the smallest thing up at work it was because I was "preoccupied with my boob job." I had friends say things like "why would you put something in your body that doesnt belong or you shouldn't have surgery if you don't have to... a got alot of backlash and judgment and honestly I'm still not over alot of it. It's my body damn it.
Don't let people know what you are paying for it - Its none of their damn business - If they want to know because they want a BA then refer them to your PS or nicely tell them to google it. Did I pay more than the average rate I find online for the same general area yeah probably BUT I got the doc that I was comfortable with and THAT is the important part.
THE BIG DAY
Rule #1 KNOW THE IMPLANT SIZES! They are gonna ask you like 100 times.
Rule #2 Know if your BA will be over or under the musle this will give you an idea pain after wards.
Rule #3 Bring more than 1 bra (multiple sizes) with you if your PS request you get a certain kind (mine wanted a sports bra that closed in the front).
Rule #4 Don't freak out when you wake up with [RS bleep] that are almost at your collar bone this is totally normal.
Rule #5 Bring a puke bucket, blanket and ginger ale or sprite for the ride home.
My BA & Lift was Thursday, March 23rd at 1 pm. You can't eat or drink after midnight and the last thing I ate was dinner at 7:30 pm the night before (big mistake) I was SO HUNGRY by the time my appointment got there!. Dr. Brown wanted me there by noon so me being forever anxious that Im going to be late ended up getting there about an hour early (If you have ever driven in Norther VA you may understand this - here it could take you 45 mins one way or 2+ hrs the next ya just never know). When the time came the nurse came and got me and took me back to get ready. They good my vitals, started an IV and I waited. My pre-op nurse, Jessica, was Awesome and totally adored her. We hung out a bit and then Dr, B came to draw on my boobs, then the anesthesiologist came in and introduced himself and asked questions (P.S. I'm pretty sure its a prereq for these guys to be drop dead gorgeous cause OMG WOW! This is the 3rd time I had an anesthesiologist introduce himself to me and I went all brain dead by his good looks.) I walked myself into the OR got on the table and that was all she wrote... The only real thing I remember until I got ready to go home was complaining about their crackers (I hate ritz crackers blak!). Thankfully my darling husband went to the store while i was in surgery and had Saltine crackers and ginger ale waiting for me in the car. Most of the ride home was a blur and I nodded in and out of sleep however apparently I had filled my husband in on the total hotness of the anesthesiologist... oooops... just kidding he didn't care he actually thought it was pretty funny and he asked if I showed him my new [RS bleep] lol. Once we got home my DH warmed up some soup I premade the night before, my cousin brought my son home for me, and it was time for bed. Because I had slept most of the day I went to bed but was wide awake - plus Percocet kind makes me feel a little speedy when I first take it. About 9:30 that night my home phone rings (yes I still keep a house phone) It was Dr. B calling to check on me. He was suprized I answered as quickly as I did and didn't think it was me at first because I was so awake sounding. This really made me feel great. How sweet to call and check on me that evening and afterhours from home.
WEEK 1 P0ST OP
You are GOING TO HURT BAD!
RULE#1: Take your pain meds.
RULE#2: Take stool softers! Between pain meds and anesthesa you WILL get constipated.
RULE#3: Antibiotics = Eat Yogurt
RULE#4: The Hot/Cold reusable compresses (feels like there is jelly inside) are your friends! I got mine and walmart and recommend you have at least 4 on hand - 2 to use 2 to Freeze.
RULE# 5: You might get emotional your body has gone through controlled trauma and narcotic pain meds can mess with your head. Again Im also Bipolar so I was a total emotional rollercoster coster for a little over a week and a half.
My post-op (on day 4) went well. My PS told me to start massages and that HURT LIKE A &!@^& at first. And I was told by my PS that I could go back to work the following day, Tuesday (my surgery was on a Thursday - so 5 days post op). Yeah it was a BAD idea I was STILL in alot of pain, driving was ummmm painful, I hadn't taken a decent poop since the morning of surgery, I was bloated, uncomfortable and emotional but I made it the whole day at work. On the way home I stoped by CVS and talked to the pharmacist about my constipation and the bloat which I loving refered to as my "Percocet Baby" he recommended I take a laxative and some antigas med after I had a BM. While yes I was able to have a BM laxatives are the devil in my book I was up all night back and forth from the bed to the toilet. When it was time to to work the next day I just couldn't so I called out. By the next day I was feel a tad better and went to work I got there and my boss told me I needed to leave until I wasnt in pain anymore and got my emotions in check and to stay home the rest of the week. Not gonna lie at the time it PISSED ME OFF. With Bipolar I NEED my routine, I need to be productive and it felt to me like she out and out called me a non fuctional emotional mess (Thank GOD for a follow BP friend who knows me better than I do myself sometimes and was able to chill me down so I didn't go all "F you, F you Your Cool, F you I'm OUT!" with my job).
I basicly spent the rest of the time asleep to pass the time or watched tv or Netflix (P.S. Jo Koy's stand up on Netflix is great and will lift your spirits), and played Xbox.
By day 11 post op I was back to work (Thank God for Xanax and My shrik upping my dose of antidepressants) still in some pain but nothing 400-800 mgs of Motrin couldn't handle. Not gonna lie totally enjoyed how messed up other people had my work stuff and how much I had to go back and fix... inside Im like yeah B!^@&es you dont know my job like I do.... you need me or this place falls appart!
WEEK 2 POST OP
As of today I am 2 weeks and 2 days post op. Yesterday I was a little upset because for the last few days Ive seen some dark/blackish color through my steri-strips and well necrosis is a VERY real thing and I was really starting to panic. I called my PS office yesterday with my concern and apparently he is on vacation right now but they called him and he said to have me remove the steri-strips in the shower lather hryogren poroixide on my breasts and put Neosporin on the insecion areas. The office also told me to send my PS an email with photos and he would look at what I have going on. I removed the strips last night and that made some of the anxiety subside because it was infact just some dried blood. And there are only small 3 spots that really have me concerned now 1 I'm about 99% sure its just some of the stickes that Im seeing, 1 is wound and open but its small and looks manageable, the 3 spots in underneath that still has me worried a bit. maybe its cause i cant look at it like i can the others because its on the bottom of my breast and Its hard to see that angle, my guy tells me its just a scab or dried blood that didnt come off with the steri-strips but again necrosis is a very real thing. This monring I'm slightly annoyed with my PS because I sent him an email at 11:35 am with photos with the steri-strips on and another once I had taken them off at around 5:30 pm and I have yet to hear back from him. I kinda feel like while yes he is on vacation and I ge that I did pay ALOT of money for these babies and I wouldnt hurt to get SOME kind of reply by 8:30 am the next day.
What size are by boobs now? Well Its still to early to tell. To me they seem slightly bigger than DDs (band size 34-36 depending on the bra) while I wanted big a full Im kinda hoping they go in size juuuuusst a little bit. If Im shoot for a cup size I dont want bigger than a DD. But again its just to early to tell.