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Andi's Breast Augmentation Journal

In the beginning there was flatness...

I was perfectly content in my childhood years. I was always a reticent little girl but happy in my little world where all things were created equal. Suddenly, they were no longer equal and the girls around me started sprouting and kept on sprouting. I, on the other hand, was given a small taste of womanhood and then the spoon was yanked away. Naturally, I got all the other wonderful blessings the accompany womanhood i.e. a period but never reaped the benefits. What?? I got to buy bras but they served no supportive purposes. They were simply to make me look like I had something. I was grateful for new technology - especially those miraculous water bras! Thank you, GOD!
My misery, however, never waned. I always told myself that if I could survive through the cruelty of adolescence and reach adulthood, perhaps I could live with myself. The endless comments about my inadequacies got a little tiring but I have always been a tough girl and could outwit or distract any person trying to make me feel small, no pun intended. I remember thinking, "Hey, I can handle getting depressed every time I go shopping for a swimsuit, tops, bras, dresses, etc., and people will stop teasing me when they mature." RIGHT. At 22 years of age, an old boyfriend of mine stopped by, looked directly at my chest and said, "Boy, you haven't changed at all." Thanks. I can't even honestly remember when I started thinking about having the surgery but it was in my late teen years. I didn't think it would ever happen so I set my sights on trying everything else on the planet that might make me feel more sufficient. Of course, nothing worked.

Somewhere in this time frame I learned that a close relative of mine had the surgery and despite some problems was happy with her decision. She empathized with me. A few years later, this same relative supported my decision to go in for a consultation and set me up with her PS who she raved about and had complete faith in. I nervously went in for a consult and immediately felt very comfortable with him. He took a look at me at made some recommendations and then pointed out that one of my breasts was slightly higher than the other. I had never even noticed it of course but now every time I look in the mirror I see it. Anyway. We discussed prices and I went home determined to save my money. I must admit that I did not do my research prior to my consultation but the information I've learned in the year and a half since my consultation has given me even more faith in this PS -- I think he's made all the right choices for me. Back to the story -- so yes, unfortunately, I failed to save. I had several financial situations and a vehicle that completed its peak and began to need something fixed on it every week. My dreams were put on hold for a while but I continued to do my research.

Miraculously, the opportunity suddenly presented itself sometime in September of 2002 when this relative of mine came into some bond money -- quite a bit of it actually and learned that I was also going to be receiving some bond money as well. She offered to give me a hand (or should I say a pair of breasts?) and I reluctantly accepted under the terms that my bond money would go to her upon its maturity.

I prepared myself mentally, dealt with the "How do I tell Dad" issue, took a breath and set the date. Immediately afterward I started waking up in the middle of the night, terrified and thinking to myself, "What in the hell am I thinking?" In the daytime I was gung ho and confident about my choice. After a few weeks of that, more research, more obsession, talking with the girls on this forum, there was no doubt in my mind. There was no turning back now! The anticipation then became a problem because I had to wait three months. I occupied myself with work and a double load of classes. I bought myself one "BA related item" i.e. comfy p.j.'s, a bra, arnica Montana, and Bromelain on a weekly basis just so I could feel like I was making progress. I even made a portfolio of all of the info I had gotten: checklists, questions, pics, mammogram results, instructions, etc. Yes, I am ANAL and PROUD!!

Pre-Op Time (two days before surgery)!

I made it! Woo hoo! The pre-op appointment was a breeze. I came fully prepared with an arsenal of questions all of which were answered appropriately and to my liking. The money was put down, we discussed size a little further and changed from textured implants to smoothes. That was it. I was much calmer after this stage!

'Twas the night before surgery and all through the house this creature was stirring and imagining a filled out blouse.

Thank goodness for prescribed sleeping pills! I would have been up pacing the floors all night. I fell asleep watching a Disney cartoon. LOL.

Surgery Day (December 12th, 8:45am)
This day was procedural. I was incredibly calm which is very uncharacteristic of me. I woke up and simply followed directions. I dressed in a comfy pajama type of outfit with a zip up front and put on my socks and slippers, brushed my teeth, pulled my hair up and we were on our way. There was a short wait at the surgery center but in no time I was back getting dressed in those darling little hospital gowns and footies. I had to give them a urine sample to ensure that I wasn't pregnant. Then a nurse came in and put a warming blanket on me, put these strange pump like things on my legs for circulation and gave me an IV. I met the anesthesiologist who after hearing of my anesthesia anxiety, assured me he'd let me hold my own facemask. My PS and his nurse came in momentarily to mark me up and exchanged some witty banter. Then I was off to a surgery room. They let me hold the mask, which I was already too relaxed to be interested in holding and within two breaths, I was out.

I woke and was reclined in a chair with a girl to the left of me and a man, who was obviously overly medicated, on my right. I was fairly groggy so I didn't a whole lot of talking but felt lucid. I was slightly nauseous and let the nurse know. I don't know what she did but I felt fine momentarily. They wheeled me outside where my mom was waiting with the car and helped me get into the vehicle. I put my own seatbelt on. I talked with her in the car and she tells me I sounded like I was normal. Then I went home and slept propped up in bed. My mom was amazing. She came in almost every ten minutes to check on me, give me meds, change out my frozen veggies, chat, bring me food and ginger ale and watched movies with me.

I definitely needed help getting out of bed the first day but by the second day (stubborn thing) I was getting myself out of bed and doing things on my own. My recovery was very fast and amazing. I went out shopping on day 4 and beware, the Vicodin makes you a little loose lipped or so it did me, lol, I told people exactly what I was thinking and embarrassed my mother a few times. I continued on my pain meds for a week and then switched to Tylenol when I needed. My biggest problem, I say was with constipation so, girls, heed my advice and get something!

The girls were beautiful from day one. Surprisingly they did not look like torpedoes. They were very round and obviously need to drop and fluff a bit but they looked great. I couldn't believe it. My PS was ecstatic and refers to himself as a genius every time he sees me. I was able to see them right away because all I wore home was the STRAP -- yes, it's not pleasant but you're sort of out of it so you don't notice I was allowed to take that and all of my bandages off on the third day and shower. Thank you! Then I wore my sports bra around and was very comfortable.

Post OP
Things are still going well. It's been three weeks now and one is dropping faster than the other as to be expected but they look good. I have the typical pangs and some stiffness but massaging helps quite a bit. I'm excited that they are finally here and feel wonderful that I followed through with this decision. It has already made a huge difference in my life and how I feel. I would encourage anyone to do this if it is something that is truly desired.

I'd also like to take a moment to thank the girls from the forum because many were my inspiration and were always available for advice, support, whatever! You guys are the best! I feel good knowing that you are all here for me. Also a big thanks to Marianne for providing the opportunity in the first place and to Cindy for helping me out with my darling little doll!

Hugs and see you on the board!
Andi