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Days 1-7 POST OP
Surgery day:
After getting home I took a brief nap while coming off the anesthesia. I hated the drowsy, groggy, out-of-control feeling so I was eager to sleep all that off.
Once I woke up I made sure to write down all the meds I had taken and when I could take each one again. I’ve accidentally double dosed a few times so I wanted to be sure that wouldn’t happen. I was on anti-nausea, pain, muscle relaxer and antibiotic medications (4 total).
Unfortunately I just didn’t get that sleepy on my pain meds ( I was really hoping I would!) so I watched a little Netflix and did my best to simply let my body rest.
I got out of bed three or four times throughout the day just to walk around the house a bit. I had basically zero pain and overall the day was pretty much a breeze.
Post Op days 1-3:
Sleeping propped up was the absolute WORST (I’m a stomach and side sleeper!) and I was getting more and more tired as the days went on. My pain also increased each day, though I think it was just because of the pressure of the implants more than anything else.
I stayed on top of my medications, always trying to keep ahead of the pain. No doubt they helped, because I didn’t get nauseous once and the pain, though uncomfortable, was manageable.
Post Op Days 4-6:
These were my worst days BY FAR! Not only did my pain increase, but I ran out of all my medications. I tried taking Tylenol instead but it wasn’t cutting it. I called the office and my nurse was surprised to hear I still had pain since most patients are coming down from pain by day 6. But after she spoke with my doctor they refilled my prescriptions.
Something I wasn’t expecting to experience was depression! I got very, very sad during this period for no tangible reason. Yes, I had frankenboob. Yes, I was swollen. No, my boobs didn’t look amazing. But I knew all of those things would happen before going into surgery, so I wasn’t surprised by any of it. I can only imagine it was the cocktail of drugs I was on, the lack of sleep I was getting, and the inability to cuddle on my young children that really did me in.
For this reason I was SO grateful to have a strong emotional support system around me. My husband, both my parents, my best friend and my sisters were all there for me to talk through my emotions and carry me through those rougher days.
Unfortunately a distant family member passed away this week, and though her passing was heartbreaking for people I love dearly, it was very good for me to get out of the house and attend the funeral and burial. It was a beautiful day, a beautiful ceremony, and a beautiful memorial to her precious life.
Post Op Day 7:
Once the 1-week mark hit, I was feeling much, much better. I was mostly off the prescription medications (I only had the pain meds and muscle relaxers refilled previously) and was taking regular walks and outings with my family without much struggle.
I required a great deal of help all week, especially with sitting/ laying up and down, opening jars, reaching for things, scratching my back…. all those little things you don’t think about until you’ve had silicone shoved under your pecs! By day 7, however, I was much more independent!
After getting home I took a brief nap while coming off the anesthesia. I hated the drowsy, groggy, out-of-control feeling so I was eager to sleep all that off.
Once I woke up I made sure to write down all the meds I had taken and when I could take each one again. I’ve accidentally double dosed a few times so I wanted to be sure that wouldn’t happen. I was on anti-nausea, pain, muscle relaxer and antibiotic medications (4 total).
Unfortunately I just didn’t get that sleepy on my pain meds ( I was really hoping I would!) so I watched a little Netflix and did my best to simply let my body rest.
I got out of bed three or four times throughout the day just to walk around the house a bit. I had basically zero pain and overall the day was pretty much a breeze.
Post Op days 1-3:
Sleeping propped up was the absolute WORST (I’m a stomach and side sleeper!) and I was getting more and more tired as the days went on. My pain also increased each day, though I think it was just because of the pressure of the implants more than anything else.
I stayed on top of my medications, always trying to keep ahead of the pain. No doubt they helped, because I didn’t get nauseous once and the pain, though uncomfortable, was manageable.
Post Op Days 4-6:
These were my worst days BY FAR! Not only did my pain increase, but I ran out of all my medications. I tried taking Tylenol instead but it wasn’t cutting it. I called the office and my nurse was surprised to hear I still had pain since most patients are coming down from pain by day 6. But after she spoke with my doctor they refilled my prescriptions.
Something I wasn’t expecting to experience was depression! I got very, very sad during this period for no tangible reason. Yes, I had frankenboob. Yes, I was swollen. No, my boobs didn’t look amazing. But I knew all of those things would happen before going into surgery, so I wasn’t surprised by any of it. I can only imagine it was the cocktail of drugs I was on, the lack of sleep I was getting, and the inability to cuddle on my young children that really did me in.
For this reason I was SO grateful to have a strong emotional support system around me. My husband, both my parents, my best friend and my sisters were all there for me to talk through my emotions and carry me through those rougher days.
Unfortunately a distant family member passed away this week, and though her passing was heartbreaking for people I love dearly, it was very good for me to get out of the house and attend the funeral and burial. It was a beautiful day, a beautiful ceremony, and a beautiful memorial to her precious life.
Post Op Day 7:
Once the 1-week mark hit, I was feeling much, much better. I was mostly off the prescription medications (I only had the pain meds and muscle relaxers refilled previously) and was taking regular walks and outings with my family without much struggle.
I required a great deal of help all week, especially with sitting/ laying up and down, opening jars, reaching for things, scratching my back…. all those little things you don’t think about until you’ve had silicone shoved under your pecs! By day 7, however, I was much more independent!
Why I chose my doctor + pre-op & surgery experiences
Choosing my Doctor:
I pursued multiple consultations with different plastic surgeons in my area, mainly off the before-and-afters from their websites. In hind site, I see where this may have been a bit foolish since they will only share their absolute best on the front page of their websites. But I also heavily researched each surgeon anywhere I could find their name online.
Ultimately what caused me to make my decision was 1) the amount of credentialing, certification, continued education and experience he held, 2) the “style” I most frequently saw him produce, and 3) my gut feeling when interviewing him.
Pre op:
So my pre-op appointment was pretty straight-forward. I met with the nurse who would be with me in surgery and we went over all expectations and responsibilities for both parties (the practice and myself) along with all the risks involved. I was given a very large packet of information to sign, and also given PLENTY of time to actually read it and ask questions.
On sizing: One unique thing about my surgeon that I hadn’t seen elsewhere was that he didn’t offer an opportunity to try on different sizes of implants. I brought it up during our consultation and he explained that he would choose the implant type, profile and size in surgery based off my goal pictures. I actually loved this, because it took so much of the pressure off of me to pick the “right” thing. Several of the women in the office with whom I interacted had also had breast augmentations done by him, and they raved at how amazing it was that he seemed to put their exact goal pictures on their own bodies!
So instead of trying on sizers, I went through their famed “Boobie Book” which was simply a notebook filled with various pictures of breasts of all shapes, sizes and styles. After browsing through the book, I chose the look I liked best. But I also emailed a picture I had found on this site of a woman’s results I had absolutely loved (Happyboobs88).
Next I was taken to another room to take various angles of “before” pictures. That was super quick!
After that, I paid my balance and was on my way!
Surgery day:
Surgery was simple- I was able to leave on my socks and panties, robed up along with sock and hair covers, peed in a cup, had my vitals taken, got stuck with an IV (the hardest part for me) and waited!
I met with the anesthesiologist who asked some simple questions, then met with Dr. Schantz one final time. He explained what would happen during surgery, marked me up, then left me to the nurse.
I had to wait just a short time because they were prepping the OR from the first surgery of the morning (a 59 year old woman who was getting her first BA!). But once it was ready they walked me into the room where I saw my before pictures and my goal pictures taped to a wall right next to the operating table. They had up-beat music playing which I didn’t love, but I wasn’t the one operating, so I was okay with it!
Within a few minutes of laying on the table, I was drugged off to sleep (IV sedation only).
I will say I hated this part- It felt like an incredibly terrible high where I was completely out of control but could hear everything going on. Now I didn’t feel AWAKE by any means, and I’m pretty sure what I was hearing was all during post-op while trying to wake up. But it sucked and I hated it with my whole entire being.
But once I came to, though drowsy, I was okay. I felt a lot of pressure on my chest, but my pain was a 2 out 10 and I felt zero nausea, which I had worried about before. Though I was in the recovery room longer than normal by about an hour, it was simply because I’m a lightweight and needed extra time to come out of the anesthesia.
It was at this time that the nurses told me I was implanted with 615cc implants! I COULD NOT BELIEVE MY EARS! I definitely didn’t expect to be able to reach that seize, especially since the other doctors I interviewed said they wouldn’t go about 360ccs. I was beside myself! I’m pretty sure I asked two or three more times just to see if I had really heard correctly!
Once I was able to transfer to a wheelchair they sent me on my merry way! Mind you, I was very, very drugged up and drowsy, and I kept apologizing to everyone in case I had offended them (I tend to be super critical of everyone around me but keep it to myself… but drugs can make me lose my filter!).
The entire process from arriving to the surgery center to getting home in bed was around 5 hours total. Not bad at all.
I pursued multiple consultations with different plastic surgeons in my area, mainly off the before-and-afters from their websites. In hind site, I see where this may have been a bit foolish since they will only share their absolute best on the front page of their websites. But I also heavily researched each surgeon anywhere I could find their name online.
Ultimately what caused me to make my decision was 1) the amount of credentialing, certification, continued education and experience he held, 2) the “style” I most frequently saw him produce, and 3) my gut feeling when interviewing him.
Pre op:
So my pre-op appointment was pretty straight-forward. I met with the nurse who would be with me in surgery and we went over all expectations and responsibilities for both parties (the practice and myself) along with all the risks involved. I was given a very large packet of information to sign, and also given PLENTY of time to actually read it and ask questions.
On sizing: One unique thing about my surgeon that I hadn’t seen elsewhere was that he didn’t offer an opportunity to try on different sizes of implants. I brought it up during our consultation and he explained that he would choose the implant type, profile and size in surgery based off my goal pictures. I actually loved this, because it took so much of the pressure off of me to pick the “right” thing. Several of the women in the office with whom I interacted had also had breast augmentations done by him, and they raved at how amazing it was that he seemed to put their exact goal pictures on their own bodies!
So instead of trying on sizers, I went through their famed “Boobie Book” which was simply a notebook filled with various pictures of breasts of all shapes, sizes and styles. After browsing through the book, I chose the look I liked best. But I also emailed a picture I had found on this site of a woman’s results I had absolutely loved (Happyboobs88).
Next I was taken to another room to take various angles of “before” pictures. That was super quick!
After that, I paid my balance and was on my way!
Surgery day:
Surgery was simple- I was able to leave on my socks and panties, robed up along with sock and hair covers, peed in a cup, had my vitals taken, got stuck with an IV (the hardest part for me) and waited!
I met with the anesthesiologist who asked some simple questions, then met with Dr. Schantz one final time. He explained what would happen during surgery, marked me up, then left me to the nurse.
I had to wait just a short time because they were prepping the OR from the first surgery of the morning (a 59 year old woman who was getting her first BA!). But once it was ready they walked me into the room where I saw my before pictures and my goal pictures taped to a wall right next to the operating table. They had up-beat music playing which I didn’t love, but I wasn’t the one operating, so I was okay with it!
Within a few minutes of laying on the table, I was drugged off to sleep (IV sedation only).
I will say I hated this part- It felt like an incredibly terrible high where I was completely out of control but could hear everything going on. Now I didn’t feel AWAKE by any means, and I’m pretty sure what I was hearing was all during post-op while trying to wake up. But it sucked and I hated it with my whole entire being.
But once I came to, though drowsy, I was okay. I felt a lot of pressure on my chest, but my pain was a 2 out 10 and I felt zero nausea, which I had worried about before. Though I was in the recovery room longer than normal by about an hour, it was simply because I’m a lightweight and needed extra time to come out of the anesthesia.
It was at this time that the nurses told me I was implanted with 615cc implants! I COULD NOT BELIEVE MY EARS! I definitely didn’t expect to be able to reach that seize, especially since the other doctors I interviewed said they wouldn’t go about 360ccs. I was beside myself! I’m pretty sure I asked two or three more times just to see if I had really heard correctly!
Once I was able to transfer to a wheelchair they sent me on my merry way! Mind you, I was very, very drugged up and drowsy, and I kept apologizing to everyone in case I had offended them (I tend to be super critical of everyone around me but keep it to myself… but drugs can make me lose my filter!).
The entire process from arriving to the surgery center to getting home in bed was around 5 hours total. Not bad at all.
My stats: 5’6” 120-123 lbs 32AA on a good day (br...
My stats:
5’6”
120-123 lbs
32AA on a good day (bras still gape!)
Breastfed two babes, maybe reached a full B cup at the time
29 years old
12.5 BWD
Growing up I waited for my breasts to grow while all my girlfriends around me were buying their first real bras. I figured I’d fill out eventually, especially since I ended up becoming very hippy with a small waist... but breasts never came.
But as I grew up, recovered from an eating disorder (BED) and gave birth to and breastfed two kids, I really began to love my body and all it has done for me. I’ve had plenty to be insecure about, but I’ve tried very hard to love those flaws instead of treat them with disgust (easier said than done, of course).
So this Christmas I took boudoir photos for my husband, and even though they technically were for him, they ended up being one of the best gifts I’ve ever given myself. I have stretch marks, cellulite, bruises, scars- and yes, small boobs- but I was IN LOVE with how I looked in the right light and from the right angles. It gave me a sense of confidence I’d never had before.
So then why am I here?
Simply put, I find large best beautiful, and I’d love to reward my own for all their hard work!
My views have actually caused a lot of back-and-forth over my decision to get a BA (I love them, so why risk changing them?!), so eventually I decided I should just go to a several consultations and see what it was all about. I asked all the hard questions I could think of and did my best to be critical of the entire process. After I had all the information I could get, I was either going to go for it, or be done entertaining the idea for good.
So, to make a long story short, I went for it! I'm now 8 days post op, but I'd like to share my journey here for both support and to help others on their journey. I'll share more as the days progress, but I'm going to try and keep each post as brief and on-topic as possible.
A HUGE thank you to those of you who have shared your journey! I wouldn't be where I am now without you!
5’6”
120-123 lbs
32AA on a good day (bras still gape!)
Breastfed two babes, maybe reached a full B cup at the time
29 years old
12.5 BWD
Growing up I waited for my breasts to grow while all my girlfriends around me were buying their first real bras. I figured I’d fill out eventually, especially since I ended up becoming very hippy with a small waist... but breasts never came.
But as I grew up, recovered from an eating disorder (BED) and gave birth to and breastfed two kids, I really began to love my body and all it has done for me. I’ve had plenty to be insecure about, but I’ve tried very hard to love those flaws instead of treat them with disgust (easier said than done, of course).
So this Christmas I took boudoir photos for my husband, and even though they technically were for him, they ended up being one of the best gifts I’ve ever given myself. I have stretch marks, cellulite, bruises, scars- and yes, small boobs- but I was IN LOVE with how I looked in the right light and from the right angles. It gave me a sense of confidence I’d never had before.
So then why am I here?
Simply put, I find large best beautiful, and I’d love to reward my own for all their hard work!
My views have actually caused a lot of back-and-forth over my decision to get a BA (I love them, so why risk changing them?!), so eventually I decided I should just go to a several consultations and see what it was all about. I asked all the hard questions I could think of and did my best to be critical of the entire process. After I had all the information I could get, I was either going to go for it, or be done entertaining the idea for good.
So, to make a long story short, I went for it! I'm now 8 days post op, but I'd like to share my journey here for both support and to help others on their journey. I'll share more as the days progress, but I'm going to try and keep each post as brief and on-topic as possible.
A HUGE thank you to those of you who have shared your journey! I wouldn't be where I am now without you!
Provider Review
Dr. Schantz and his staff were all top notch! I was treated with courtesy and respect the entire time. All my questions and concerns were answered with honesty and frankness (no sugar coating!). This practice has an incredible reputation and I can clearly see why! 100% recommend!