It's no secret that I had my boobs done a month ago, but I haven't really written about it. I took some pictures to send to a friend who is considering having her's done, so I thought I would write about my experience.
A lot of things led me to the decision to have them done. I've wanted great big boobs since I first saw Dolly Parton when I was little. Then after I had Bryce and again after having each baby my breast tissue has become relaxed and deflated, becoming worse each time. When I lost weight for my last competition, they reached an all time low. My sisters and mom couldn't understand what the problem was until I finally showed my baby sister who was pretty shocked at how bad they were. She talked to our other sister and my mom talked to another lady who had it done, and they gave me their support ~ which was VERY important to me. I prayed about it and felt at peace with my decision. (when I prayed about buying a sporty car I felt uneasy).
I chose the most expensive surgeon after researching and going to three different consultations. At the shows you can tell who had their's done at the Avalon clinic and who went to a real Dr. So I saved up and went to the best.
The surgery itself was easy. I was prescribed pain meds to get me through the recovery and I used them faithfully for two weeks. Weaning myself from the pain meds and getting over the anesthesia was REALLY hard! I understand how people can become addicted to pain meds. While I was weaning myself I had some dental work done and it would have been so easy to continue with the meds, but I had to stop. I switched to ibuprofen.
A week ago I noticed that my left one was still sitting up a lot higher than the right one. I jumped back into my regular routine of lifting my kids and so the muscle on my left side was pulling the implant up. I went into the office and they gave me a binder to wear to add pressure that will help the left one to drop. It has helped a lot in a short amount of time. And I've been careful not to lift the kids. Now I sit with them and hold them.
I'm healing. A really valuable lesson that I have learned from this experience is that I need to allow my body the time it needs to heal. When I'm sick I tend to take as little time off as possible until my body is so ill that I can't do anything. And at the first sign of relief I jump back into my routine. Healing takes time.
I'm a month post op and I couldn't be happier with my decision!
Little update:
Pinks was surprised that I said she had given me her support. She did make comments in the days leading up to the surgery, it's not too late to change your mind. I took it as her joking, apparently she wasn't. Too late now!
