19 Years Old, 5 Feet, F Cup to a C Cup. Manhasset, NY

I'm 5'1 and very petite, weighing in at 130 pounds but extremely top heavy. I have been chesty since about the 7th grade and quickly became the girl with the biggest boobs in high school. Working in a salon has made my back issues go from bad to worse, and as my tailbone started to snap and the ridges in my shoulders deepened I knew it was time to move forward with this. My chest is also extremely low, hanging around to my elbows with my arms down. The most annoying part is hearing people say 'Thats like slapping god in the face' or 'what does your boyfriend think' but I know that once I am a perky C my life will be forever changed from having a body I finally love to relieved back and shoulder pain! My insurance company only covers two doctors that don't exactly have a good rep so my dad, being in the medical field, figured he'd rather me have it done right and is paying for me to go to an extremely well known plastic surgeon Dr. Lyle Leipziger. His fee is 15 grand, and as my insurance refuses to cover even the hospital stay or anesthesiologist, the rest clocks in at another 5 grand. I am to be at the hospital tomorrow at 5:30 am and the surgery is due to start at 7:30 am. I will be going home the same day.

I arrived at the hospital 5:30 am and was immediately taken into the back to change into a gown. A nurse came in to put the IV in but the lack of food or water in my system made all my veins nearly disappear. She tried and it hurt terribly. She left and I ended up falling asleep for 45 minutes being woken up by a male nurse who forced a vein out of my hand and it went smoothly. The only problem was that it made me incredibly nauseous and dizzy. I hung out some more in the same room with my dad and boyfriend until the anesthesiologist came in to inform me that they would be putting a tube down my throat which I was not expecting so that threw me off a little. Finally my plastic surgeon came in and by that time I felt like I was about to pass out. We went over things like the post op appointment and the size. I said I would prefer the small c to a full c because I knew it would settle into a d. He told me he would try but anything smaller than a medium c and I might lose the fullness and shape of the breast. He then told me to stand so he could mark me up and at that point I was so dizzy I almost passed out like six times. At that point I was so frustrated because I just wanted to get it started with. When he finally finished I took off my glasses to give to my boyfriend and dad, said goodbye and was wheeled off in the stretcher (because of my dizziness) and got set up on the operating table. The last thing I remember is talking to my nurse about my tattoos and that was it. I woke up in the operating room, in a pleasant mood to hear it was over already (even though it took from approx 8 am - 2:30 am) until the pain hit me. My throat was on fire from the tube leaving me with barely any voice and even though the headache and stomach pain were at a low it resembled a pretty bad hangover. Finally my chest throbbed with a deep aching pain that sitting upright and standing worsened. I fell asleep again once in the recovery mood annoyed to hear that I couldn't have water because at this point I felt severely dehydrated and the nose tubes were very frustrating as well. After I woke up nearly an hour later I was determined to go home and was ready to get going. I kept getting dizzy which was so frustrating. I got wheeled down to the main entrance with my boyfriend where my dad had the car waiting. Surprisingly the ride was quick and even though I was fully conscious and in pain the bumps didn't seem to bother me much. When I got home I laid down and ate ritz crackers and a hershey bar drinking a lot of water while watching the new episode of Shameless. I fell asleep then woke back up an hour later having to pee which is easily the most annoying task yet. My boyfriend has to help me scooch up then almost slide off the bed, open the door for me then pull my pants up/down for me haha. Good thing I haven't had to go #2 yet because i dont think I would be able to reach behind. What a trooper. Then I took my antibiotic and a Vicodin (the antiobiotic I have to take four times a day and the vicodin a single pill every 4 hours). Although i'm having a pretty tough recovery so far my spirits are high because while I was laying down in the recovery bed, my plastic surgeon came to check on me. He unzipped my surgical bra slightly and I could see just enough to be ecstatic. My chest that was almost an F or G a mere day ago were small and perky with perfect separation. Hard to explain, While on my chest before, the 'slope' if you will was basically nonexistant as they just hung straight to the floor by my navel, my new chest the slope was perfect, starting early to a curve the only perfect perky chest could have. My nipples are also visibly maybe four inches higher than they were before and the aerola a quarter of the size, it's crazy. Even though i'm sure I am ridiculously swollen, I can see how tiny I look now! I'm so excited. I'm not to take this bra off for a week until my post op appointment monday and will be taking sponge baths and I am SO excited to see! (Also, my free people wish list of wireless soft lacy sexy bras has reached $700, this is so dangerous)