I have written this post a thousand times in my head, but after some nasty Facebook comments and emails I had a hard time publishing it to my blog. I don’t know why women feel the need to harshly judge those around them, but it’s what we do.
You may read this post and wonder why I did this, why I couldn’t be happy with the body I had, why I felt the need to have boobs, and all I can say is because I wanted them. I was tired of feeling bad about my chest. At this point you can feel how you want to feel about my choice to get breast implants because I know everyone will have their own opinion. I personally feel that boobs are like any other body part, if you lost a leg you could choose to go without it or get a prosthetic. Sure you could argue that a leg is a body part that you need so it’s different, but I am a woman, and my breasts were something I needed to feel whole.
Before I had kids I was a small B and I was happy with that. During my pregnancy I had a C cup and when I was nursing I was a D. It was unfair in so many ways because after that I knew what it felt like to have bigger breasts and I loved it, and then I stopped nursing and went down to an A. My chest was nothing like it was before pregnancy and four children later it reminded me of that scene from There’s Something About Mary (you laugh but I’m not kidding).
All of this is to say that I chose to have this surgery because it was what I wanted for myself. I didn’t do it to give guys one more rack to stare at, I didn’t do it because I wanted to feel like a porn star, and I didn’t do it because I suffer from low self-esteem. I did it because my breasts are a part of me, an important part, and now I feel AMAZING and most importantly like myself again (with slightly bigger boobs ).
So without further ado here is my breast implant story:
Before The Surgery:
The hardest part of the pre-op was choosing a size. While the vectra breast sculptor did give me an idea of what I would look like with various sizes it was still hard to really imagine it. I knew that I didn’t want to go crazy big, but I also wanted to get my money’s worth. I looked at it like “Hey, I’m only going to do this once so let’s make it count”. I was able to tell my doctor what I wanted and in the end he made the call during surgery (360 cc in case you’re wondering). I knew that I wanted to keep my athletic slim figure in proportion and I think he did a great job with that.
The Surgery & Beyond:
When I woke up from surgery I didn’t notice any pain at all from the breast augmentation. To be honest I have been more tender and sore before my period than I ever was after the surgery. Maybe I just have a really high pain tolerance or maybe my attention was focused on my tummy tuck but I would do this surgery a thousand times over again (not literally of course). The first time I remember feeling discomfort was after I used the rowing machine about 4 weeks post-op. I had a burning feeling under my armpits so I just stopped rowing.
To begin with my chest was exactly like it was when my milk came in. My breasts were engorged, hard, and very high but amazingly they didn’t hurt. After about 3-4 weeks I noticed them start to soften up and drop and now 7 weeks later they look much more natural and have continued to drop.
I am so happy that I decided to do this, and I don’t regret it one bit. To be honest I think less about my boobs now than I ever did before. It’s just normal to me. I don’t obsess about them, I just get dressed and think “now this is how this shirt is supposed to look on me”. I also haven’t been mobbed by guys who can’t look me in the eyes. It really feels no different, except now I’m complete! I’m me again!