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After 4 births and 4 years of breast feeding I...
After 4 births and 4 years of breast feeding I wanted the stretched, loose skin gone and by breasts filled back up to what they used to be.
One week post-op today… Since my last post I...
One week post-op today…
Since my last post I have become very well acquainted with the confines of my room. Or my prison as I lovingly refer to it these days. I am being kept under lock and key by my well-meaning mom and hubby. The only relief from boredom I have is taking showers and internet shopping. I told my husband it’s either give me back my car keys or the Amex is going to be getting a serious workout. Of course the main site I’m visiting is Victoria Secret. Suddenly the world of slutty bras is wide open. I can hardly wait to get to the mall! No more boring beige for me! I AM enjoying not doing laundry or cleaning house or driving car pool. But my kids are starting to push the limits. They’ve caught on that I can’t physically chase them down when they’re naughty so they stay just out of reach. Little do they know I have a lot of time in my hands to think about new and creative punishments. Pay back is coming.
Anyway, as for recovery, it hasn’t been too bad. It’s pretty much just a constant discomfort that can get tiring. My tummy is very tight all over. It doesn’t hurt on the incision just pulls all over. I guess that’s from the tension sutures. And I get some pretty bad gas pains at times. But I can stand straight and move my arms all around with no problem. I do have to rest a lot on my back to get some relief from the fatigue and tightness and to keep the swelling down. The belly is definitely swollen. I’m hoping it’s a lot swollen and that I will end up even flatter in a few weeks. Hoping my boobs fall a little more too. Right now there just so “out there”. It’s like HELLO LOOK AT MY POINTY NIPPLES! I can’t answer the front door like this. I was trying to figure out just how much swelling I have from the scale. I know I must have lost weight because I haven’t been drinking any alcohol ? or eating any chips ? or Mexican food ?. But then I realized that these implants had to add some weight. Well I looked it up and do you know that each 420cc silicone implant weighs .99 pounds?! So I have 2 extra pounds right there. The net/net is that I think it’s about 2 pnds of swelling.
All in all, I’m happy with the results. It’s not perfect but I gotta think it’s too soon to see the final results. And what I have so far is way better than where I started. Yes I wish the suture line was a little lower and my boobs may be a bit too big and it would be nice if my waist dented in a little on the sides. But I can’t expect to look like a 20 yr old. My husband sure is happy, a little too happy. He’s treating my new boobs like a new baby. Wants to see them before he leaves for work and when he gets home. One- track- mind. ? (an eye rolling emoticon would be very useful here)
New pics from today. Sorry about the poor lighting but I’m taking these on the down-low. If anyone new I was posting nude photos of myself on line! Well let’s just say an invite to join the PTA board would probably not be forthcoming. (Hmmm, that might not be a bad thing.) Hope all you other ladies are hanging in there!
Since my last post I have become very well acquainted with the confines of my room. Or my prison as I lovingly refer to it these days. I am being kept under lock and key by my well-meaning mom and hubby. The only relief from boredom I have is taking showers and internet shopping. I told my husband it’s either give me back my car keys or the Amex is going to be getting a serious workout. Of course the main site I’m visiting is Victoria Secret. Suddenly the world of slutty bras is wide open. I can hardly wait to get to the mall! No more boring beige for me! I AM enjoying not doing laundry or cleaning house or driving car pool. But my kids are starting to push the limits. They’ve caught on that I can’t physically chase them down when they’re naughty so they stay just out of reach. Little do they know I have a lot of time in my hands to think about new and creative punishments. Pay back is coming.
Anyway, as for recovery, it hasn’t been too bad. It’s pretty much just a constant discomfort that can get tiring. My tummy is very tight all over. It doesn’t hurt on the incision just pulls all over. I guess that’s from the tension sutures. And I get some pretty bad gas pains at times. But I can stand straight and move my arms all around with no problem. I do have to rest a lot on my back to get some relief from the fatigue and tightness and to keep the swelling down. The belly is definitely swollen. I’m hoping it’s a lot swollen and that I will end up even flatter in a few weeks. Hoping my boobs fall a little more too. Right now there just so “out there”. It’s like HELLO LOOK AT MY POINTY NIPPLES! I can’t answer the front door like this. I was trying to figure out just how much swelling I have from the scale. I know I must have lost weight because I haven’t been drinking any alcohol ? or eating any chips ? or Mexican food ?. But then I realized that these implants had to add some weight. Well I looked it up and do you know that each 420cc silicone implant weighs .99 pounds?! So I have 2 extra pounds right there. The net/net is that I think it’s about 2 pnds of swelling.
All in all, I’m happy with the results. It’s not perfect but I gotta think it’s too soon to see the final results. And what I have so far is way better than where I started. Yes I wish the suture line was a little lower and my boobs may be a bit too big and it would be nice if my waist dented in a little on the sides. But I can’t expect to look like a 20 yr old. My husband sure is happy, a little too happy. He’s treating my new boobs like a new baby. Wants to see them before he leaves for work and when he gets home. One- track- mind. ? (an eye rolling emoticon would be very useful here)
New pics from today. Sorry about the poor lighting but I’m taking these on the down-low. If anyone new I was posting nude photos of myself on line! Well let’s just say an invite to join the PTA board would probably not be forthcoming. (Hmmm, that might not be a bad thing.) Hope all you other ladies are hanging in there!
Made it. Day 2 post-op and I think I might...
Made it. Day 2 post-op and I think I might actually live.
The surgery of course wasn’t bad at all, I was asleep after all. But waking up sucked. I could immediately feel the burn in my boobs and belly and I was burning up hot from being under this heated blanket thing. The nurse asked me how the pain was and I, having remembered from previous hospital stays that you better say 7 or higher or you won’t get any meds, said 9. That should get her running, right? Um, no. She just noted it on the chart. Then she got me dressed and moved me into the barca-lounger and brought in my husband to take me home. While signing some documents (who knows what they were) I asked when I’d be getting some pain medicine. “Oh, I don’t think we have anything here for you.” WHAT?! Apparently all they have for pain after surgery is hydro codeine. Which I’m allergic to, it makes me itchy. And no one told me to bring my script for percocet, so there was nothing for me. I was going to have to get home before I could have any pain meds. I live 45 minutes away. This is when I began to cry, lip poked out, sniffling like a 3 year old. Of course the nurse just attributed that to post-anesthesia reaction. This was not going well.
Well if that was all they could do for me I was getting the hell out of there ASAP. Told my husband to give me my sunglasses and let’s go. As I white knuckled it home I tried to not sob the whole way. My husband does not do well when there’s a problem he can’t fix. I think he broke every speed record home and promptly delivered me to my mother. Thank GOD my mom is here. I don’t remember much about the rest of the first day. Got the percocet going and drank lots of liquids and went to the bathroom lots. Cried a little. Oh and cussed out the PS and nurses every chance I thought of them. I think I may have even plotted their demise. I remember asking my hubby for a comment card. Oh the tongue-lashing I was going to give them!
Day 1- spent most of the night sleeping and trying to hold my pee so I wouldn’t have to wake the hubby up every hour. When it was finally time for the household to wake-up I got out of bed to the realization that my implants are not made of silicone but solid lead. They must weigh 20 pounds each. Since I was given the ok to shower this am, I decided I wanted to get that in before the hubby left. There are a lot of things I’ll let my mom do, but washing my privates is not one of them. At least not since I was 5. So this morning was really the first time I even thought to check things out. All I came home with was a surgical bra to hold gauze on and a couple of big surgical pads taped across my belly. So I take those off and I can see my incisions. They are covered in steritape, which is attached with surgical glue. I’m to leave these on until they fall off on their own. I can leave the bra off now too. So I see that my waist seems about 6 inches shorter. I know in my head that this is not the final result, but I swear my belly button and tummy incision seem really high. And of course my breasts are enormous. But the tummy’s flat and that’s really all I care about. I seem really thin too but the scale shows me 6 pounds heavier than the day before, so I must be swollen. Now this is hubby’s 1st look too. He seems pleased. He’s in the shower with me washing my back, which feels like heaven and my hair. Ahhhhhh. But I told him, he better not even think about showing any outward signs of his approval of the new girls, if you know what I mean. They may be just what he was hoping for, but hands off buddy.
So the balance of Day 1 involves me starting my period and developing what turns into the world’s worst tension headache. I am miserable. I call the PS office and there’s nothing they can do. Can’t take anything that might cause bleeding. Maybe the percocet is causing it. So I go the night with no percocet.
Day 2- Wake-up with the headache from hell still bearing down. At this point I don’t even notice or care about the tummy or boob pain. It’s nothing compared to the headache. My mom has cold compresses going, we’ve tried hot water on my neck, massage, everything. By noon I am ready to just call it quits. I will do anything to get this pain to go away. I cannot go on like this. Call the PS office again and they say maybe I have a migraine and to call my primary care doc. Oh sure, the guy I see maybe once a year is really going to help me now. But I call and of course he refers me back to PS. I am in tears now. I hate all doctors. I am back to cussing the medical profession in general. Then my actual PS doc calls me, not the nurse this time, to see how I’m doing. And bless the man he gives me the ok to take my usual headache medicine, Excedrin. FINALLY there is light at the end of the tunnel. I take the meds (off percocet already) and sit in a hot shower again for 30 mins and can finally feel relief. I can’t adequately explain how wonderful it is not to be in that pain hell any longer. It’s been about 5 hours since the headache left and I am a new woman. With the headache gone the tummy and boob pain is really not that bad. Boobs are feeling somewhat lighter and tummy only hurts when I cough or when I get up or roll over. I am able to stand pretty straight and I can sleep flat on my back or sides with some help. Mostly I’m weak. Can’t sit up for too long or walk around without needing a nap. But considering it’s only day 2, I think that’s pretty good. Post-op appot tomorrow morning. I’ll be anxious to know what all he did. Like how big are these implants anyway? And did he tighten my muscles? And will this scar ease south a little once the swelling goes down? I posted some shots from today. Funny story- when my mom put me in the shower she looked at my nipples and said. “Did you ask for them to be square?” Ha Ha! The surgical tape around them is flesh colored and they put it on in a square. Yeah mom, I paid extra for that. ?
The surgery of course wasn’t bad at all, I was asleep after all. But waking up sucked. I could immediately feel the burn in my boobs and belly and I was burning up hot from being under this heated blanket thing. The nurse asked me how the pain was and I, having remembered from previous hospital stays that you better say 7 or higher or you won’t get any meds, said 9. That should get her running, right? Um, no. She just noted it on the chart. Then she got me dressed and moved me into the barca-lounger and brought in my husband to take me home. While signing some documents (who knows what they were) I asked when I’d be getting some pain medicine. “Oh, I don’t think we have anything here for you.” WHAT?! Apparently all they have for pain after surgery is hydro codeine. Which I’m allergic to, it makes me itchy. And no one told me to bring my script for percocet, so there was nothing for me. I was going to have to get home before I could have any pain meds. I live 45 minutes away. This is when I began to cry, lip poked out, sniffling like a 3 year old. Of course the nurse just attributed that to post-anesthesia reaction. This was not going well.
Well if that was all they could do for me I was getting the hell out of there ASAP. Told my husband to give me my sunglasses and let’s go. As I white knuckled it home I tried to not sob the whole way. My husband does not do well when there’s a problem he can’t fix. I think he broke every speed record home and promptly delivered me to my mother. Thank GOD my mom is here. I don’t remember much about the rest of the first day. Got the percocet going and drank lots of liquids and went to the bathroom lots. Cried a little. Oh and cussed out the PS and nurses every chance I thought of them. I think I may have even plotted their demise. I remember asking my hubby for a comment card. Oh the tongue-lashing I was going to give them!
Day 1- spent most of the night sleeping and trying to hold my pee so I wouldn’t have to wake the hubby up every hour. When it was finally time for the household to wake-up I got out of bed to the realization that my implants are not made of silicone but solid lead. They must weigh 20 pounds each. Since I was given the ok to shower this am, I decided I wanted to get that in before the hubby left. There are a lot of things I’ll let my mom do, but washing my privates is not one of them. At least not since I was 5. So this morning was really the first time I even thought to check things out. All I came home with was a surgical bra to hold gauze on and a couple of big surgical pads taped across my belly. So I take those off and I can see my incisions. They are covered in steritape, which is attached with surgical glue. I’m to leave these on until they fall off on their own. I can leave the bra off now too. So I see that my waist seems about 6 inches shorter. I know in my head that this is not the final result, but I swear my belly button and tummy incision seem really high. And of course my breasts are enormous. But the tummy’s flat and that’s really all I care about. I seem really thin too but the scale shows me 6 pounds heavier than the day before, so I must be swollen. Now this is hubby’s 1st look too. He seems pleased. He’s in the shower with me washing my back, which feels like heaven and my hair. Ahhhhhh. But I told him, he better not even think about showing any outward signs of his approval of the new girls, if you know what I mean. They may be just what he was hoping for, but hands off buddy.
So the balance of Day 1 involves me starting my period and developing what turns into the world’s worst tension headache. I am miserable. I call the PS office and there’s nothing they can do. Can’t take anything that might cause bleeding. Maybe the percocet is causing it. So I go the night with no percocet.
Day 2- Wake-up with the headache from hell still bearing down. At this point I don’t even notice or care about the tummy or boob pain. It’s nothing compared to the headache. My mom has cold compresses going, we’ve tried hot water on my neck, massage, everything. By noon I am ready to just call it quits. I will do anything to get this pain to go away. I cannot go on like this. Call the PS office again and they say maybe I have a migraine and to call my primary care doc. Oh sure, the guy I see maybe once a year is really going to help me now. But I call and of course he refers me back to PS. I am in tears now. I hate all doctors. I am back to cussing the medical profession in general. Then my actual PS doc calls me, not the nurse this time, to see how I’m doing. And bless the man he gives me the ok to take my usual headache medicine, Excedrin. FINALLY there is light at the end of the tunnel. I take the meds (off percocet already) and sit in a hot shower again for 30 mins and can finally feel relief. I can’t adequately explain how wonderful it is not to be in that pain hell any longer. It’s been about 5 hours since the headache left and I am a new woman. With the headache gone the tummy and boob pain is really not that bad. Boobs are feeling somewhat lighter and tummy only hurts when I cough or when I get up or roll over. I am able to stand pretty straight and I can sleep flat on my back or sides with some help. Mostly I’m weak. Can’t sit up for too long or walk around without needing a nap. But considering it’s only day 2, I think that’s pretty good. Post-op appot tomorrow morning. I’ll be anxious to know what all he did. Like how big are these implants anyway? And did he tighten my muscles? And will this scar ease south a little once the swelling goes down? I posted some shots from today. Funny story- when my mom put me in the shower she looked at my nipples and said. “Did you ask for them to be square?” Ha Ha! The surgical tape around them is flesh colored and they put it on in a square. Yeah mom, I paid extra for that. ?
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I'm not really ready to recommend him or not. We'll see how it turns out.
Updated on 19 Jun 2012:
Dr. Marcadis did an excellent job on my tummy tuck and implants. I had a very easy recovery, no complications, no drains and my scars are minimal. But he doesn't really talk that much to you. He has his idea of what to do and goes with that, not very good at explaining or listening. Example- I wanted my tummy scar very low as I have a short waist. And I even said to him to see where my underwear goes and if he needed to do a small vertical scar to get the incision lower, that was ok. But he didn't feel it was needed. My scar is visible in low rise jeans and most bikinis. Also, after a breast biopsy, I had hardening in one implant and felt that the other one fell too much. But when I went to see him, he didn't see the problem. I'm going to be having a breast revision in a few months and I won't go back to Dr. Marcadis simply because I want a doctor who listens more to what I want, not just what he thinks is best.