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My Breakdown in Mexico After Mommy Makeover
Alright, this has taken me a long time to actually write. My surgery was in Aug 2018. I went with top plastic surgeons mexico. legit. I wrote that in a search and that's what came up. The website is so easy and nice to look at and full of information. It was EASY! I emailed with a man about everything and he was super helpful and reassuring of everything I asked. I booked about 5 months before my surgery. I was so excited. Like so excited. I decided I would go alone as my husband would be bored and we have 3 boys, I really felt I would rather him spend time with them.
So I flew out by myself Aug 13th. My flight was delayed so that ended up pushing everything back. I should also mention I was told to bring cash. The mommy makeover would be 12,000 Canadian. I'm not sure how this would go over at the airport so I actually divided my money up and hid it in different areas in my bag and self. I was very uncomfortable that I would be robbed. If I paid with a bank draft the price would go up a lot. It was a risk I was willing to take. this surgery would have cost me more than double in Canada.
I got off the plane in mexico city, which is not a beautiful airport. I wandered around and finally found a man in street clothes and realized he would be my driver. He was very lovely. but I was still terrified... people say ted bundy was charming too! He spoke broken English. Got to my hotel which was beautiful. it was late so I would not met the surgeon till the morning, not like planned.
Morning was okay, I waited a lot. Gabriel was my next assistant and he waited outside my door for a good 2 hours before he said okay we can leave to met you surgeon. he was lovely. I believe he was French. then we sat around longer, waiting. he said my surgeon is bad with time. finally met the surgeon.. which I am trying to find! I did have an email package sent about him. he checked out my bod. I wanted to go with smaller breasts but he reassured me they should be bigger. and then the tummy tuck to fix my muscles and remove my loss skin.
We walked over to a pharmacy and we filled out the prescription the doctor had given me. then I went up into this strange maze of a clinic where my surgery would take place. they showed me my private room which really looked like a prison, one window and cement walls. still terrified. Ithen Gabriel asked if I want to continue and I said yes so he asked for my money. he counted it and said he will leave me and the nurses will help me.
They brought me down to the surgery room. I should mention I did also met the anesthesiologist and he seemed very bright but lacked some bedside manner. in surgery room I got naked. the surgeon drew on my body while the nurses walked around laughing and having fun. of course I was so uncomfortable. a nurse had already given me an IV... it took a lot for to get one which sucked as I hate needles.
Aat on the table and there was no countdown, I was just put under (after they had strapped me to the table!) so going to sleep I had a sudden panic because I really felt I was dying.
I woke up in that same panic I had fallen asleep in. it was terrible. I woke up to some nurses singing the beetles!! but get this... they did not speak English! I felt like I needed to pee so badly and started panicking more. they got a young student man to come and talk with me as he spoke English very well. I should also mention the surgeon and anesthesiologist spoke English very well. he told me I had a catheter so I shouldn't worry. I was not told I would have one but it makes sense. It felt like I had an infection it was so uncomfortable. I lay there for what felt like forever. then they got me in a wheelchair and the student got me to my room via elevator.
I thought once I got to my room I could relax. but no. I messaged my husband and my mom and sister. I could not sleep. I've had surgeries before and I have slept lots of my recovery away. but I could not. then... the tears started. I really felt nothing, no pain. uncomfortable. I was fed some food. it was nice. different. I didn't see any other patients. I caught glimpse of a lady and her husband leaving the next morning.
Surgeon came in and I bawled to him and he tried to comfort me. said it was normal. none of the nurses spoke english so I used a translator on my phone. they took my catheter out in the morning and told me to pee on my own and I was very happy to. I was not able to move around for the first 12 hours I believe but after that they encouraged me to move. The nurses helped put my compression suit on. then they said would go to the hotel. I waited hours. finally the surgeon came in and was shocked I was still there, he said he would figure out a ride for me. and he did, soon I was leaving. it was very tough walking to the elevator and to the car. it was the same man that had picked me up at the airport. I felt like a weird white women.
Looking back I cannot believe I went to Mexico City alone for a major surgery! I was so determined. I ask my husband and family how did they let me do this! And they say my mind was made up and they knew they couldn't change it even thought they tried with many horror stories.
I got off the plane in mexico city, which is not a beautiful airport. I wandered around and finally found a man in street clothes and realized he would be my driver. He was very lovely. but I was still terrified... people say ted bundy was charming too! He spoke broken English. Got to my hotel which was beautiful. it was late so I would not met the surgeon till the morning, not like planned.
Morning was okay, I waited a lot. Gabriel was my next assistant and he waited outside my door for a good 2 hours before he said okay we can leave to met you surgeon. he was lovely. I believe he was French. then we sat around longer, waiting. he said my surgeon is bad with time. finally met the surgeon.. which I am trying to find! I did have an email package sent about him. he checked out my bod. I wanted to go with smaller breasts but he reassured me they should be bigger. and then the tummy tuck to fix my muscles and remove my loss skin.
We walked over to a pharmacy and we filled out the prescription the doctor had given me. then I went up into this strange maze of a clinic where my surgery would take place. they showed me my private room which really looked like a prison, one window and cement walls. still terrified. Ithen Gabriel asked if I want to continue and I said yes so he asked for my money. he counted it and said he will leave me and the nurses will help me.
They brought me down to the surgery room. I should mention I did also met the anesthesiologist and he seemed very bright but lacked some bedside manner. in surgery room I got naked. the surgeon drew on my body while the nurses walked around laughing and having fun. of course I was so uncomfortable. a nurse had already given me an IV... it took a lot for to get one which sucked as I hate needles.
Aat on the table and there was no countdown, I was just put under (after they had strapped me to the table!) so going to sleep I had a sudden panic because I really felt I was dying.
I woke up in that same panic I had fallen asleep in. it was terrible. I woke up to some nurses singing the beetles!! but get this... they did not speak English! I felt like I needed to pee so badly and started panicking more. they got a young student man to come and talk with me as he spoke English very well. I should also mention the surgeon and anesthesiologist spoke English very well. he told me I had a catheter so I shouldn't worry. I was not told I would have one but it makes sense. It felt like I had an infection it was so uncomfortable. I lay there for what felt like forever. then they got me in a wheelchair and the student got me to my room via elevator.
I thought once I got to my room I could relax. but no. I messaged my husband and my mom and sister. I could not sleep. I've had surgeries before and I have slept lots of my recovery away. but I could not. then... the tears started. I really felt nothing, no pain. uncomfortable. I was fed some food. it was nice. different. I didn't see any other patients. I caught glimpse of a lady and her husband leaving the next morning.
Surgeon came in and I bawled to him and he tried to comfort me. said it was normal. none of the nurses spoke english so I used a translator on my phone. they took my catheter out in the morning and told me to pee on my own and I was very happy to. I was not able to move around for the first 12 hours I believe but after that they encouraged me to move. The nurses helped put my compression suit on. then they said would go to the hotel. I waited hours. finally the surgeon came in and was shocked I was still there, he said he would figure out a ride for me. and he did, soon I was leaving. it was very tough walking to the elevator and to the car. it was the same man that had picked me up at the airport. I felt like a weird white women.
Looking back I cannot believe I went to Mexico City alone for a major surgery! I was so determined. I ask my husband and family how did they let me do this! And they say my mind was made up and they knew they couldn't change it even thought they tried with many horror stories.
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