Held my Hand Through the Whole Process - San Diego, CA

Being a small chested woman isn’t one of the easiest things in life. Although it wasn’t something that completely overtook my life, every so often, I would feel terrible when I couldn’t get that cute dress because my chest didn’t fill it correctly. I would dream of getting implants one day but it was merely that, a dream.

However, one day, while shopping for my nursing bra a couple of weeks before having my baby, I could not find any store that carried my small size bra. Now, not only could I not fill in clothes, but also it made me feel as a failure as a mother. As silly as it might sound, I felt that not having the ability to fit in a nursing bra meant I wouldn’t be able to breastfeed, and in turn, be a bad mother. As I stood there crying in the store, it was my husband who felt so bad for me, that he told me he would get me implants if it would make me feel better.

Well, mommy-hood consumed my life for the next year but the idea never really left my mind and really resurfaced when a good friend got them done. My husband encouraged me to go ahead and begin researching. All he asked was that I go with a reputable doctor.

I looked at several doctors online and actually considered going with a doctor I was familiar with due to the fact that he is also known for taking out wisdom teeth. My husband didn’t really feel comfortable with that idea so he asked me to keep searching. This began my research into safety, which had both good and negative effects. On the positive note, it brought me to a reputable doctor, Dr. Pousti. On the negative side, it caused me to fear the procedure.

I told my husband I no longer wanted the surgery but he told me to go in for a consult just to check things out. He said it would help ease my fear. Going in was real fun, the staff was so friendly and Dr. Pousti was so nice. They answered all my questions and I had many… many questions. I was so excited. Knowing I would overthink it if I didn’t act soon, I scheduled my appointment as soon as possible.

Sure enough, a day later, as woke up and looked into my sons crib, I woke up feeling extremely anxious. What was I doing? I was going into a surgery, an elective surgery, and putting my body at risk. I began to feel that I was wrong in wanting something that had a chance of leaving my son without a mother. I was afraid I would not wake from surgery to see him grow up.

I will admit, I was still extremely anxious over the anesthesia going in, but kept as distracted as I could, again knowing I was in the best of hands. I left for surgery that day kissing my baby telling him I would see him in a few hours.

And thankfully, I woke up. No negative reactions, just a more confident mommy to go back and play with her baby.