Over one month Post-Breast Lift!

Hellllllllo ladies!!!

I am 25 years old, 5'6, 135 lbs, a 34D, and have never had kids. I'm FINALLY in a position where I can afford surgery, and ladies, it's happening. Yup. This Thursday at 8AM, actually. I've been researching a lot online and I'm discovering we breast lifts without augmentation are a rare breed indeed! Aside from being completely stoked, I admit that I'm a little nervous. I've never had any kind of surgery before.

The prompts next to this box is telling me to talk about my feelings. So, to be honest, I'm really looking forward to the anesthetic effect that makes you feel like you've passed out and woken up two mins later, and BAM!.... surgery complete. I know, I'm a freak. But aside from that, I guess ever since I can remember I've never been keen on my boobs. Once I hit puberty they got ginormous within such a short period of time, I remember having to wear two sports bras at one point. As a teenager it was extremely frustrating, and I developed a poor self image. I got in the habit of slumping my shoulders forward in an effort to try and hide them, and to this day (even though my posture has improved) at times my mother will yell at me, "Pull your shoulders back!" As I got older I leaned out, lost my baby phat and got more active. But surprise, surprise, even though the rest of me tightened up, my boobs were upsettingly droopy and elongated and after a few internet searches I realized the devastating fact that, alas, you cannot by any natural non-surgical method tighten up stretched skin! Eventually I just stopped working out because no matter how much effort I put into my body, my breasts would not change, and so I was like, screw it.

Few years later I met a boy. He told me that he loved my boobs. To this day he tells me he loves my boobs. He told me a week or so ago that with or without the surgery he would 'still love them things.' :) I definitely feel more comfortable in my skin, but this is something that is important to me - and that I feel will help me continue to live a healthy lifestyle and is another step to appreciating and loving my body even more. When I was at my pre-op appt a few weeks ago, I asked the medical assistant helping me if my boobs would go down a size with the lift. She said, "No, they won't. They will be a lot perkier though - you know, like when you were younger, they'll be like that!" I laughed and looked at her and said, "Actually, I wouldn't know. I didn't have perky boobs as a teen. I've never had them." So in a sense, I am recapturing my youth! Getting the boobies I never got to experience!

Essentially, I don't care so much for having a big size, as I do the perkiness. I'm one of those that would be completely content with a B or C cup. For the past few months I've been doing Insanity Asylum with my man Shaun T whom I both love and hate at the same time to get into better shape. I've also been trying to eat healthier. Physically, I feel ready. I'm still not entirely sure what to expect though.

Well, anyway... already written a whole novel here and it's late and I'm POOPED. I've been thinking about posting on this site for a month now, and reading about other's experiences has made me want to share my story. Maybe it will be a support to someone and if I'm lucky, make some friends! That would be nice. Well, I promise to update tomorrow. I promise I'm a lot more excited than I've let on. Just tired at the moment and wanted to get this damn thing posted!

To all of you brave souls who actually read this whole thing, I applaud you. No, but really, thanks for taking the time to read my story. Much love!

I should be in bed right now but I can't sleep. My surgery is tomorrow morning and there are a million things running through my mind it seems like it's all just one big blur... I hope everything goes well. I hope I've done, and will do everything right (whatever that means...haha) I'll be getting a lollipop - not the kind that sweets are made of - by Dr. Mangubat. Something that many people might find shocking, is that I've never interacted with him very much, even in my consultation. I had a joint consult with my mom who was looking into getting laser...so yeah. I am going mostly by his reputation, credentials as a board certified surgeon, and plus he made my mom's boobs look great. I'm trusting in all these things. Everything has lined up perfectly and so it feels right, even though I might not have spent the traditional amount of time that others do in looking for a surgeon. So I'm going for it. I really am doing it. Finally.

Just got back almost 6 hours ago...first time I've felt decent enough to type! My mom dropped me off 30 mins prior at one of the side door entrances to the clinic. I used the bathroom like, a million times! Haha! I kept feeling like there was more pee left in me and i didn't want to go into surgery with that awkward feeling. They took me to one of the rooms and i put on some stockings to help prevent blood clots and a paper(?) blue gown and took my vitals. I felt surprisingly calm. My heart rate was 71, BP 112/64, so not bad. I met my anesthesiologist face to face and he had me take a pill that he said would help keep my blood pressure down during surgery and began to explain the rest of his part (morphine, I guess.) I asked him if he was going to intubate me lol. He smiled and was like, nooo, I'm going to put in - and i was like, a laryngeal mask airway? Haha! He laughed and asked if i worked in the medical field and I said mmhm, I'm a respiratory therapist! Respiratory therapists often assist anesthesiologists in trauma and code situations, so it was cool talking to him. After he left, Dr. Mangubat marked me up and explained to me that he does things as precisely as possible because he does not want to have to do a reconstruction, specifically if it was his own work, he takes that extra time if needed, to make everything as accurate as he can. After he was done i was taken to the OR and layed down on the table with my warm blanket over me. I was talking to the anesthesiologist about eastern WA was the last thing i remember, and then bits of fragments i remember getting out of the car to my house and being guided to bed. I don't remember waking up, Jon picking me up, or leaving. My throat is sore from the LMA and I am mostly having pain in the crease under my boobs....and some pressure. I feel pretty nauseated, but if i close my eyes and inevitably drift off to sleep then it goes away. Im trying to use only the minimum amount of pain meds required because i already have a low baseline blood pressure and it makes me feel like im going to faint when i sit to long. It's taken me forever to write this, and a lot effort, by the way. I think it's important though to get exactly how im feeling and all the details in full. I've tried choking down a saltine and almost aspirated it because my mouth was too dry...thought a little something in my stomach would help with the nausea but, eh.... Im going to try to eat some soup and noodles a le
Ittle later though. Anyhoo...thats all for now. Sleepy time.