Candi's BA Journal

Introduction
Hi, I am Candi. I am 28yrs old. I have a wonderful husband and 3 wonderful children. 2 girls, Aubrey 10, Sandi 8 and Junior 3. They are my pride. We all reside in Tallahassee , Florida .

Now the Journey Begins
I developed in my mid-teens. About 14 years of age. A little late, I thought. As the girls around me were still developing, I stopped. I settled at a 34b. At first, I thought nothing of it. As I went on with school, I noticed, I wasn’t getting noticed like all the other well developed girls. It got even worse when the girls were talking about me, not being as developed as them. It really upset me. I eventually ignored them. I even ignored my body. I put in my mind that I would eventually develop more. I was wrong!

When I had my first child, I saw something miraculous. BOOBIES! I was happy. I was praying that I would keep them, but that didn’t happen. I enjoyed them while I could though. I did experience them again when I had my 2nd child. I was all too happy. Again, I wasn’t lucky enough to keep those beautiful boobies.

So for the next few years, I lived with I had, always wishing that my body would start to grow. No such luck. I was again a 34b.

Things changed when I had my son. I breast fed him for 2 years. I now had boobies. Thinking to myself, I have done it this long, just maybe this was my time. Unfortunately for me, that did not happen. I looked like a 14 yr old girl. Only this time I lost a cup. I went down to a 34 baby A. I was crushed.

I couldn’t stand it! I began talking to my husband about getting a BA. He kept telling me that I was beautiful the way I was. I kept saying thank you, but I wasn’t doing it for him, I wanted to feel like a full woman. He understood and said that when we get the money, I can have one. Well, a year after that, we had the money. WooooHoooo, somebody was on my side.

My Real Journey Begins;

5 weeks before 1st consult
I began reading all the material about BA’s. I did research like crazy. I had made calls to 2 PS, here in town, even one to Orlando . My first date, May 27th. I was getting prepared. While looking in the internet, I came across this site, Breast Implants 4 You. This site had everything. Journals, pictures, doctors, and most importantly, answer to all my questions. I met lots of wonderful people just like me. I was all prepared for my consult, when the worst happened. My husband got very ill and was admitted to the hospital. My whole life was put on hold. We had no idea what was wrong. I was a nervous wreck. When the doctors told us that he had 2 pulmonary embolisms and that he needed to have surgery, my heart just broke. I had no idea what was going to happen. When he was in recovery the doctors told us, we were lucky, if I didn’t get him to the hospital when I did, he would not be here today. So as any wife would do, I cancelled my consult and stayed next to my hubby. I also looked to the most wonderful ladies in the world, the ladies on YTF. They were so supportive and sent me their love. After a month of being in the hospital, my hubby was able to come home. I helped him get better, at least until he told me he could do it on his own. LOL!

My hubby then decided to continue on with what was originally planned. ME getting Boobies! I made another appointment, this time June 25th.

I again began to prepare. I was so excited. I had everything ready, pictures and questions. I took a lot of the girl’s advice on YTF. They mentioned to be sure to get measured and try on sizers. I did all that. Well, after a 2hr 15min appointment, I was going to get boobies. I paid for it right then and got a date of July 16th at 7:30am . Boobieville, here I come!

2 weeks and counting
Things were getting crazy. All the doctors’ appointments. Had to get blood work done. Making arrangements for the girls. Arrange hubbies DR appts. Things were going very fast. I was at least keeping busy.

1 week
Time for my pre-op! Or in other words, sign the final papers. At that appointment, I did however begin to wonder about the size. I didn’t say anything though. The rest of the week, prepare. My hubby went nuts. He was getting easy to prepare food, and things that would make me comfortable. The weekend before my BA, we had arrangements for my girls to go out of town. That would leave it be my hubby, son and I. After the girls departed, we went to buy a comfortable button down shirt. Hubby found the perfect one, a long pajama top that said ANGEL down the one side. I loved it! Now we are ready for the BA.

2 days
I am going nuts! I could hardly keep myself contained. I tried everything to keep busy. I cleaned like the President was coming to visit. LOL. I had to make sure the house was BA proof.

1 day and counting the hours
Today is a great day, not was I only hours away from boobies, but it is my anniversary. 3 glorious years! I had a full day ahead of me. 1st, I had to go to work to make sure that things were taken care of there. I was going to be away for 5 days and you can only imagine what would happen if a manager left if things weren’t covered. OK, so now down to 18hrs. Hmmmm, what to do know. I had a date planned with hubby, had to prepare for that. Off to the nail salon I went. That took about 2 hours out of the day. 2pm and still too soon to leave for date. I just rested for an hour. Got clothes ready for tomorrow morning. Time to get ready to leave for date. My husband looking handsome and I all dolled up. Can’t forget about my son, he in his Superman outfit. Off to dinner we went. Hubby toasted to 3 wonderful years and to a soon new confident me! I was happy and anxious all in one. Hubby kept me calm all night. I wrote to the ladies before I went to bed. They all wished me luck and sent me their love. That made feel at ease.

BA DAY!
6am -time to wake up! Not feeling nervous-ready! Hubby, son and I left. Hard to believe, I was not nervous. At 6:45am , the nurse came and got me. I kissed hubby goodbye and began to get nervous. The nurse took me back. I had to change into their goofy looking gown. Well, I really was nervous by now. The Doc came in and talked to me. He said he was ready to make me beautiful. I saw the anesthesiologist. He had a sense of humor. I asked if he was going to stay in the room with me, he said after he put me to sleep, he was going golfing! HA HA I said! He left and the nurse came back in to get me. It was TIME! I got my IV and about 5 min later the anesthesiologist said good night and I was out like a light.

Before I knew it, I was asking for a drink. Of course they said NO! They told me that was getting sick as they were waking me up. I also remember getting dressed. I don’t remember getting into the car or the ride home. Hubby told me that I kept mumbling what had to be done during the week! I was sooo out of it, that I forgot I just had a major operation. I remember walking in the front door and climbing in bed. That was it! After a few hours of sleep, I woke and finally knew where I was and what had happened. I looked down and saw boulders on my chest. They were beautiful. Hubby was taking very good care of me. Making me soup and bringing me Gatorade. Even though I was sick for the fist 10 hours, he made sure I had liquid in me. My schedule was eat, sleep, get sick, take meds. That is how it was threw the night. I did sneak and write to my YTF family to let them know that I had boobies and was ok.

Next Day
OOOOOOOOOOOOO my word, where are my pain meds? Ouch! I can’t move my arms. I couldn’t believe how hard it was to get out of bed to pee. The words “Honey, I need you,” were the only words in my vocabulary. My son also tried to help me, the little man he is. He was so adorable, every time he wanted to be near me (sit on me), my hubby said “mommy can’t right now,” then my son would look at me, point and say “Bigger Boobies!” It was too cute.

Things slowly got better. I was able to get out of bed, by myself. I was no longer sick. The hard part was moving my arms. When you can’t move, all you can do is, REST! I got plenty of it.

1 week post
Things have improved so much. I was able to move and actually do things on my own. There was only one thing I was not allowed to do, raise my hands over my head. Also, not lift anything over 10lbs. That was hard for me. Especially with a 3 yr old and my job requires me to carry food. I adjusted though. I was off the pain meds and only taking Tylenol as needed. I was having a blast with my new friends. My hubby said, “you bought them, flaunt them!” So he took me shopping. Everything was great.

1st post op
By this time I had dropped a little, I took those nasty steri strips off and was using the Curad silicone strips to minimize scarring. My post op went great! My PS was pleased with the way things turned out. He thought that I went too big. I was going to go with 350cc/of375. I decided to overfill to 400cc. I didn’t want to be too small. He thought that 375 were going to be too big. Nope, got what I wanted! He said that I carry them very well. The doc lifted some restrictions. I still could not lift more then 10lbs though. Oh Well!

6wk post op
Everything was great. I was very happy and having fun. I had to buy a new wardrobe, at least shirts. I was healing wonderfully. No problems. I went for my next check-up. The doc was extremely happy. He said I have a little more to drop and I was coming along very well. He lifted all restrictions. I was free. There is one thing he told me to do. I had to come back at my 6mo. And to keep massaging for another 12 weeks. OK doc, whatever you say!

To this Day
I am a happy woman. I am now complete.

I want to thank all the ladies who were there for me and all that are still there. All you ladies are WONDERFUL! Thanx!

Hope you enjoyed my journal! Come see me on the board!

*HUGS*

Candi