Should I Do It? - Orlando, FL

Three weeks ago I got breast implants. I had 3 kids in the last 5 years and my boobs had paid the price by looking saggy and deflated. In addition no matter how much my husband would try to pretend, it was obvious that he was not a fan of my saggy deflated look. So I did 6 consultations and all 6 docs suggested a lift and implants.

After picking a doctor I went in to pick a size. My goal was never to be big. In fact I kept telling everyone that I only wanted to fill out the skin. I like the feel of the 275 but the nurse encouraged me to go to 300. As I told her that I only wanted to be a full B I relied on her expertise. Boy was that a mistake! On January 7th I had the surgery and the surgeon upped the implant sized to 325 as he thought it looked better. After surgery I definitely realized I wasn't fully prepared for what I had gotten myself into. I knew I was big the first few days but chalked it up to swelling. Even then I felt like I had made a mistake. I realized I wasn't sure I wanted the on going medical care that it takes to have implants. I am very active and the thought of being laid up for weeks with pain really sunk in.

The idea of there being more procures in the future if there were problems and just wanting to feel like me again were incredibly overwhelming. In the first few days I decided I would just roll with it and if there came a problem I would just get them out and never look back. Then the first problem arrose. I realized that the big I thought was swelling was more than that. I am very big. My desire to fill out skin has left be a D cup. I know for most girls it's a goal for me it's a nightmare.

When I was pregnant and breast feeding I hated being big. I love when my boobs shrunk down and i didn't have back pain anymore. I never actually minded being flat just hated all the extra skin. The problem now is what to do? Of course my PS is suggesting waiting and adjusting to my new look. I just can't even tell you how much I know i hate my boobs. I am stressed. At first I was crying all the time. Now I'm just tired of even thinking about it.

My poor husband is stressed out as well as he feels it's all his fault and just wants me to be happy again. In addition I feel so stupid for even having done this and spending all the money to be miserable. Every time I try to convince myself to just live with them as is I do fine till my back hurts or I see them in the mirror. If I get them out I worry about the depression of having just spent over 10K (7500 to have them in and 3500 to have them out) to go nowhere. But it seems even dumber to stay the course if I'm unhappy. I know no one can make this decision but me and that sucks. All I really want is to feel good and have fun with my kids and go back to having a life. In truth I kind of just want the quickest route to not thinking about my boobs anymore.