30 y/o, 5’5, 125 lbs

I was overweight at the start of puberty which caused my breasts to sag as I got older. My sisters always mocked my boobs, calling them “cucumber boobs” because of their shape. Nursing 2 kids didn’t help

I ended up getting a breast lift, along with 375cc medium profile Natrelle silicone implants. I was very nervous leading up to the surgery, because I’d never had surgery in my life (aside from having wisdom teeth removed,) and I was concerned about having “boob job” looking boobs. I wanted to make sure that with a shirt on, my boobs would look more or less the same as they’d looked before, in a subtle push-up bra. Dr. Taylor was very thorough about asking how much cleavage I wanted, how much “side boob” I wanted, how much projection I wanted from the side, etc. He even double checked how large I wanted my areolas to be.
The day of surgery, I arrived at the center, had an IV inserted, and after an hour or so, walked into the operation room and within minutes, I was out like a light.
I woke up in A LOT more pain than I expected. I kept hearing about “tenderness” and “chest pressure,” but I wasn’t prepared for the level of pain I was actually experiencing. I’ve had 2 children and a ton of tattoos, so I consider my pain threshold to be fairly high, but this HURT.
I’m about 50 hours post surgery now, though, and the pain is much more tolerable. I’m taking all the meds I was prescribed (and hadn’t originally planned on taking) and I can already tell I’m going to like them, even though they’re obviously very swollen and distorted right now

I was a helpless mess for the first few days. I didn’t have the strength to even open my prescription bottles, and my boyfriend had to do everything for me, from helping me sit up in bed, to reaching the water for me on my nightstand. I’m normally very independent, so I was not comfortable with this, or prepared for how incapacitated I would be. I spent most of the time just sleeping. But by the third day, I finally felt human again, and even made it to the store to get some Tylenol (so I could stop taking the Norco) and made myself a bagel, so this was some major progress! There’s still some discomfort, but it’s definitely manageable. My breasts look like bruised Roblox pecs, and my friends and I are having a good laugh at them, because, thanks to this site, I was prepared for the Frankenstein monstrosity that they would become for the first couple of weeks. I know they look ridiculous right now, but I’m excited to see how they heal up and settle down in the coming months