5’5 size 8 32aa 275cc soft silicone implants over muscle final measurement 32dd

So,Id been thinking about getting what I should have been blessed with at birth since,well,puberty really.I think I might have been measured as an a cup in my teens when I got my first bra and I never got any bigger.I’ve always been between size 8/10 and most frustratingly a size 6/8 on top making it difficult to find dresses to fit because I’d have to get a dress in a smaller size that I’d feel like I was squeezing into just so it wasn’t baggy at the bust.Ive struggles with this my whole life and always been conscious of my flat chest,mostly when I was wearing nice dresses I’d cross my arms a lot or slouch/stoop to hide my embarrassment.
I don’t remember gaining much when I had my kids,my nursing bras were a b cup but they were full and I had a cleavage.It made me even more determined that one day I’d have boobs.After I’d breast fed and my milk boobs disappeared,so did any little bit of muscle :( I Tried everything I could, I went to the gym and tried every exercise going to even give me pecs.
The one thing I know I didn’t want,and that was to go to London to a ‘boob job’/cosmetic/barbie doll surgery.I felt like psychologically it wasn’t a boob job I wanted,not in the barbie doll pin-up sense.Tgats not my personality,I just want to feel like a woman,not have a ‘boob job’ for the sake of it.
January this year,a new year ,my 40th party in September! As I scroll through Facebook I saw an advert from a local private hospital (formally bupa) offering a cosmetic procedure evening event.I had to speak to hubby about how he felt about it (I think he didn’t realise at this point I’d already knew it wasn’t just to find out about it).
End of February I took my mum,it was a really nice friendly event where I met the surgeons and asked questions.I went home with leaflets ets and spoke again to the husband who still was not quite interested? Maybe? I don’t know maybe it hadn’t quite dawned on him I was serious?
So I’m at work the following day and on my lunch break and I’ve booked the appointment for an assessment.The surgeon is really lovely,and I was confident and comfortable around him.An older guy I could tell he’d been doing it a very long time.Hes a surgeon for the nhs,doing the emergency surgeries at the local QA department.He was a surgeon in the army dealing with war zone amputees etc.This was the surgeon I wanted.He took one look at me and he nodded.Im an ideal candidate,he’d only take me a maximum of 2 1/2 cup sizes (270cc).He told me if I wanted Jordan size boobs then I need to go to a cosmetic clinic because it’s not what ‘he does’! No it’s not what I want,I just want a normal in-proportion womanly body.
Over the coming weeks I fill and sign paperwork that’s sent to me,I booked my operation (not boob job,I’m still not calling it that)
I book 2 weeks off work,I told my boss about the procedure I was having.She was actually really understanding and supportive which was a massive help.It seemed like the wait was forever but that month or so went so quick.
I had my pre op assessment with the nurse 2 weeks before,and before I knew it it was op day!

Hubby is being so supportive,he’s Arranged to work from home to help me out The first week.Hes so good anyway he gets the ready for school,does lunch boxes and the school runs.Its just now he’ll be doing the housework,ironing and everything else that I normally do lol.

Surprisingly I slept well,having anxiety and a severe needle phobia I thought I’d be nervous,even thinking about not turning up for my surgery.But no,I shower with the hibiscrub the nurse gave me at my pre op.Shave my necessities because I remember being told not to shave for 2 weeks after the op,something to do with sensitive hair follicles due to the anesthetic? I was thirsty and hungry,I wasn’t allowed to eat/drink from 9pm the night before.My admission time is 7:20am.My mum has come to take me,She also has the week off to nurse me.  Exactly on time my surgeon arrived with the nurse,I didn’t have time to be nervous.I had some forms to sign,a pregnancy test to do (standard procedure when being put to sleep) and some pre meds followed by undress and gown up.She rubbed some cream into my hand to numb it ready for the tube to go in for the anaesthetic.I walked up the stairs where I was taken into a massive surgery room with a bed in the middle,just like you see on a tv drama series.My surgeon was already gowned up waiting.I was told to lay on the bed and the nurse chatted to me,I didn’t feel anything whilst I was talking to her about how I’d met Gary Barlow before Christmas.I can’t remember how we got onto that conversation but then I woke up! It took me a while to come round,I had a bit of pain but they were really good at monitoring it.It took me a while to remember/realise I’d had an op! I had boobs! My mum stayed with me a while,my dad popped in on his lunch break and hubby visited (my friend did the school run and looked after the kids till he got back,he didn’t want to leave). I made the most of the overnight stay,taking advantage of being child free :)

Handy tips for recovery ...

Macom bra...a little bit expensive but brilliant,even my surgeon was impressed! Sucky sweets and books/magazines...sucky sweets a must! I had to ring hubby to get me some because after I came around my throat was sore and dry from the tube they put down my throat while I was asleep. Housework and ironing...I’m so glad I blitzed the house and changed beds etc the day before my op,it was easier for hubby to keep on top of and for that first week in recovery I didn’t once feel like I had to do anything and I’m ocd! Laxatives...make sure you have some! The first week was horrendous with bloating and constipation due to the anaesthetic and meds. Dry shampoo or book and appointment at the salon to have a back wash because you won’t be able to do it yourself,my mum leant me over her bath and did it for me after 5 days I couldn’t bear it any longer,I felt like my boobs were going to fall off so I wasn’t going to be doing that again in a hurry!