I received my phone call the afternoon beforehand and was told to arrive at Waratah Private Hospital at 7am. My instructions were no eating from midnight, and no water after 6am. I was to take my first antibiotic that night and shower in the morning using my antibacterial wash. I finished work at 3:30pm that day so I met up with a friend on my way home for a quick (non-alcoholic) drink :P she gave me the sweetest little post-surgery care package! It had one of those metal drink bottles with pretty designs all over it, a little cushion for my bed, some Malteasers (yum!) and hair ties, nail polish and lip balm. She had also written me a card that originally read “2 today!” but she’d modified it to read “2 new boobies today!” haha.
So that night I spent mostly packing my surgery bag, finding all my forms I had to take, writing up comments on RealSelf :P and just tidying my room to make it nice for when I came home. Got to sleep around 11pm for a 5:10am wake up!
In the morning my Dad and I left for the hospital with an hour and 10 minutes to spare for an hour long trip :/ needless to say we were a little stressed once we hit traffic at 6:30am (I definitely recommend leaving with plenty of extra time!) but we made it to the hospital at 6:59am ;) and up I went to be admitted. We waited for about 20minutes before I was called through, hugged my Dad, said see ya later and off I went! My nurse was a lovely lady and she kept me busy, taking my blood pressure, oxygen saturation levels, asking my medical history, asking me about schooling and studying and work. Eventually I got to change into a white cotton gown, little blue surgery booties and a red hair cap. I was taken through to pre-op and placed on a bed to wait to be taken through to surgery. All in all this was about 1 hour since I’d arrived. I waited in pre-op, watching cartoons on the tv hehe, had various nurses come over and check my details or to get me to sign something and, after about 35minutes, the porters came to push me in to theatre on my bed. Dr Rastogi met me at the entrance to the theatre (like a little prep-room) and seemed very happy to see me saying “Good morning beautiful! How are you doing?” He helped me into the little prep room and rugged me up in a chair with a blanket.
Then he went through what we were doing again, saying that he’d brought the 295cc and 335cc implants and was hoping to fit the 335cc but if not then the 295cc would still look spectacular. He explained again that I shouldn’t have any bruising or bleeding, and that the swelling would start high on my chest and gradually move down my body over the next week or two. He said that once the fluid reached my lower ribs that I could massage it down towards my abdomen to help the process but that I absolutely was not to massage my breasts at all. Eventually, the fluid would move from my rib area, to my abdomen, to the lymph nodes in my groin and then be excreted via my urinary system. I’m not sure if he goes into that much detail with all of his patients but I have a degree in healthcare so maybe he knew I’d appreciate it? Anyway, next he said I should finish the entire 1 month’s course of Mobic (anti-inflammatory), 2 weeks course of antibiotics, and recommended taking 2 diazepam before bed to assist with my sleeping. I only have to sleep on my back, not propped up unless I want to. He said that he would visit me after the surgery but that I wouldn’t remember it, so he was telling me everything now. I asked a few questions along the way, such as how long the incisions would be (5cm, I’d forgotten), whether I would have my arms strapped down like a cross (yes, but not until after I was asleep), he said he would hold my hand until I went under which was nice. Next was to take some before photos!
There was a white background screen set up and we took six photos in total I think; one front view with me holding my paperwork to identify me, one front view with no identifying features, a right side view, a 45degree right view, a left side view and a 45 degree left view. Then Dr Rastogi took a seat on a rolling stool to begin marking me up. You can see some of the marks leftover in my after pictures :)
He measured my centre line, marked it and my cleavage widths up, measured my total width again, drew my breasts curvature, made a mark around a small mole I was having removed (it sits right on my bra line and was right where the incision would be as well so I was so happy when he offered to get rid of it for me!) There were some other markings as well, up around my armpits, etc, maybe nerve regions? Then he wrapped me back up and sat me down to meet the anaesthetist Dr Koh. I was grinning like mad because I knew I was only minutes away from going in and I think I scared Dr Koh a little bit haha he asked quite a few times if I was alright and I ended saying “oh don’t worry, I know I’m grinning like a crazy person, I’m just really excited!” and he laughed and told me he’d get the nurse to come and bring me through.
The anaesthetist’s nurse (who I’d met earlier) came and brought me through into the operating theatre and I remember thinking as I followed her in that she was really tiny and I was really tall and I felt kind of like a giant lol, the random thoughts that keep you from focussing on what’s really happening you know? Haha, then I saw the operating table and was like ‘huh, it’s smaller than I thought it would be’ and it had the arms outstretched all ready for me to be strapped in! :P I laid down and they covered me with a warming blanket, it felt like a big paper bag being blown up with warm air. I noticed that the big lights on the roof each had a different coloured light in them, like a rainbow effect, I told them I approved and they laughed. Then the nurse helped me get both arms out of the gown whilst still being covered up, it was sweet because she tried to help keep me modest, but I didn’t really care at that stage because I knew all these people were about to see me naked once I was out of it anyway! Haha.
Next I stretched one arm out for the anathetist, and one arm out for a blood pressure cuff, whilst another nurse started sliding compression cuffs over my lower legs. I found the whole thing sort of fascinating and was watching everything. Dr Rastogi was right by my side as soon as I laid down and only let go of my hand whilst they put the blood pressure cuff on, then he grabbed it straight back up again. I watched myself being cannulated which I think amused him, he said something about how I was about to get lightheaded, so I looked over and saw the anaesthetist injecting me and he said to enjoy the cocktail haha. Then I settled my head back to look at the roof and saw the big lights melding together already. So I started laughing and said to Dr Rastogi “wow it happens so fast! The lights are all blurring into one big light!” and he laughed, which made me laugh harder, which made him laugh even more. There was a lot of laughing as I went under! Right before that though I heard the anaesthetist asking if Dr Rastogi wanted to go and scrub up but he said he was staying until I was out completely and he did, which I thought was a really nice touch.
Waking up in recovery was weird because I think that I was dreaming that I had to vomit, so I was trying to turn my head but I could hear these nurses telling me not to roll over, then I’m pretty sure I sobbed a little bit because I thought I was going to puke all over them haha. This was all in my mind though, I wasn’t actually feeling sick and as soon as I snapped out of it a bit more I wasn’t even upset, but then I remembered and I said to the nurse “was I sobbing when I woke up?!” and she was like “no no! well…” and just smiled haha. I asked what the time was and it was 11:45am. I’d gone into the theatre at 9am because there was a clock right above the door and I checked. So I must have been in and out, waking up in recovery for quite a while. Once I was staying awake a bit more consistently they sat me up for a while, then helped me get dressed and walked me around the corner to the recovery lounge. I was really unsteady and held the nurses hand the whole way, only because it felt like my mind was moving faster than my feet. They sat me down and gave me biscuits, juices, cheese and crackers, water and a chicken sandwich to eat. After about 20 minutes they phoned my Dad and it was probably about 12:30pm by this time. He came up and sat with me, I told him about the morning and we had few laughs about my new assets. I was told that as soon as I went to the toilet I would be allowed to be discharged. So even though I didn’t feel like needing to go at all, I went in and sat down (my Dad had to help me walk over there) and I sat and I sat and I waited and I waited and it was really hard to pee first thing after surgery! Eventually I relaxed enough to start going, and then it would just stop! So I stop-start-stop-start pee’d as much as I could haha and then I headed back out to be discharged. I was given a lot of information on what had been done in the theatre, contact numbers for the hospital and my surgeon’s mobile number in case I had any urgent questions or problems. All in all, the staff at Waratah Private Hospital were really supportive and understanding, I didn’t feel judged or criticized for the procedure I was having done (which has been one of my fears – although more from the general society than from the hospital personnel) and most of them had good senses of humour about it all.
So Dad and I left for our 1 hour drive home, I held my pillow against my chest for comfort and turned the air con up on low to keep me comfortable. I only felt nauseous once and asked Dad to pass me the bucket I had in the backseat but I didn’t need it, I fell asleep instead lol. Drifted in and out the whole way home and woke up to him taking photos of me with my mouth hanging open! Typical father! :) First thing I did when I got home was go to the bathroom, strip off and have a look at my new body :) I have to admit I was a bit stunned because they looked bigger then they felt, but they actually already looked like they belonged to me in my opinion. I was really happy! I had Dad checked the incisions because they had wept onto my clothing a little bit but nothing to be concerned about, then hopped into my nicely cushioned bed where my brother put a movie on for me. He then showed me the dvd cover of a horror movie and pretended to leave with the remote! But he was just kidding lol it was really Harry Potter, I fell asleep again (right around the point where Lupin turned into a werewolf), woke up for some dinner, watched some tv with Mum then went back to bed at around 10:30pm.
So all in all, I was really happy with the day! I had some slight stiffness and soreness, I can tell that my shoulders are hunched up around my neck to try and protect my chest but I’m taking the muscle relaxants religiously so that’ll settle soon I hope. Also had a little bit of nausea (from the panadeine forte I think) but haven’t thrown up yet luckily! :) I’m really happy I went through with it and I wish good luck to all the others who are about to as well! I’ll post up some after photos! I think I’ll take some every day for the first week, then maybe once a week for the next 6 weeks to see how they progress :) thanks for all the support! It really makes a world of difference! Xx