3 days post op

On Thursday I took 2 percocet every 4 hours and continued that on Friday, yesterday I wanted to see how I would do with just taking one and it worked out well. So today was my first day of seeing how I could do on no percocet. So far it hasn't been too bad, instead of every 4 hours I have been taking one every 5-6 hours. I am definiately going to continue with the Ambien every night because that has been a heaven sent. It seems now I am getting into a groove with the sleeping arrangements, I sleep in our glider for the better part of the night until I wake up with my back sore and then move to the bed with my head propped up with a backrest pillow. I am also figuring out what I can and can not do. With each day I seem to be a little bit more mobile with my arms but today it seems as if I am way more tired. I think the past few days I have been up and moving around too much and its pretty much just getting a hold of me. I don't feel completely tired like I need to sleep I just feel lethargic. Everytime I sit down I feel more comfortable just closing my eyes and relaxing.
As far as my breast go, they are tender near my areola's but not so much on the breast itself. That part is still swollen though and very heavy. I looked at them for the first time last night and took pictures. Its so funny, my friend who had gotten the surgery done in November 07' told me they would look like "frankenboobs" and guess what....she was so damned right. They are crazy looking. haha But I am actually happy with the way they look now because I can imagine once they've dropped how pretty they will be. All and all I am on the mend and am happy I got this surgery done. It still seems so surreal that it actually happened and it probably will feel that way until I get use to this "new" me.

Day 2

So yesterday I was up and going for the most part. I would have written a blog yesterday but our power was out for the entire day..yippee I wanted to die by 6:30 last night. :( Anyway, I went to see Dr. Pousti yesterday afternoon and they were quite surprised to see me so coherent just a day after surgery. Apparently, they told me I must have a high tolerance for pain. I was having trouble taking the Valium, it wouldn't let me urinate properly so he prescribed me some Ambien to help me sleep. Last night was awesome! Since Wednesday I pretty much have been waking up on the hour every hour and last night I slept basically until my pain meds were due to be taken again. I am not sure if I woke up because of the pain or just the fact that my subconscious mind wasn't going to let me even think about getting close to having pain. Who knows. I do know that probably with the mixture of everything, I have been pretty lethargic. If I use any of my energy it gets zapped pretty quickly.
Some of my issues as of right now are that this stinking bra itches the CRAP out of me. It's like wearing a cast and not being able to reach the spot that itches. Another one of my issues is yes, I know I am much bigger than I was before but because of the gauze and bandages I look like freaking May West. haha I feel very uncomfortable even in my husband's XL t-shirts.
I got tired of trying to sleep with my head up on my bed so I had my husband pull out our glider and put it in our bedroom which actually did a better job than I initially thought. So needless to say, that will be my bed for the next few days. Ok, so this is a little nag but a nag in the least. I am so grateful that my mother-in-law is here but I still feel like I need to be helping in some way. Either the fact that she doesn't know where I put the dishes and just finds a place for them or some other issue with housecleaning. I know I shouldn't be picky and should be grateful but I am a little OCD at times, so there is a lot of swallowing of pride going on. As for the kids and my husband they have been very helpful, so helpful I feel a little guilty being so out of commission. Hopefully a few more days and I will be better help to all of them.
As for my next appointment its not until next Friday which is killing me to even think of keeping this bra on for that length of time. I am going to call on Tuesday and see if I can get in any earlier. I should have pictures by next Friday if not sooner.

Phew...the scary part is over with :)

So today was my surgery . Yeah not fun waking up at 5:00am but I am so glad that my surgery was in the morning, that way it was done and over with. So I showed up and filled out the normal paperwork. I was dressed in my pj's and no bra when I arrived, kinda awkward but I am so glad I did that. They took me back to a small room with a chair that reclines (would love THAT right now). I was asked to get into my hospital gown with compression tights..very flattering haha. Everyone was very nice and accommodating, such a great staff! Dr. Pousti came in to do his final drawings and to go over exactly what was going to happen. He asked if I was nervous or anxious and to my surprise through this whole experience I was almost completely calm. I think I was freaking out over NOT freaking out. haha Afterwards they led me to the OR a little after 7:00 am and laid down on the table and pretty much was out but not before saying how bad the anesthesia tasted and asked if everyone was happy, yeah I get kooky sometimes. I was done with surgery around 8:30 but didn't wake up completely until 9:25. Of course the first thing I did was take a little sneak peek. hehe I was in recovery for about an hour and arrived home at 11:00. I took all my medication and got some rest but for the most part today I have been awake and somewhat comfortable to my surprise. I am kind of dreading tomorrow though, everyone is telling me that that is when the pain will start to kick in full gear. I have an appointment with Dr. Pousti tomorrow so I am planning to take pictures. Hopefully he looks at me and says...WOW your healing wonderfully.

Nerves...

It’s a little less than a week away from my surgery and the nerves are starting to hit a little. I feel as if I have a lot to do between now and then and very short time to do it in. I am also realizing that after the surgery things will be different in my world. Not just physically but mentally as well. One issue I am struggling with is the fact that before I wasn’t afraid to let people know that I was getting the surgery, I was happy to announce to those I felt comfortable with (minus my dad..having trouble with that one). Who wants their father to know something like this? I can only imagine how uncomfortable we both will be once it is out.
I am starting to realize that for a person that never had anyone stare at her chest before, that is going to be the topic of discussion and it is truly freaking me out. I can't even fathom what my husband will be feeling knowing that people are going to be staring. On one hand he might like it, ha ha but on the other how awkward would that be for him. It's definitely something we both are going to have to get used to.

Counting the days down

I went to my pre-op appointment. It’s amazing how real this is beginning to get for me, although it still seems so surreal. Everything went smooth and now I just have to worry about tying up loose ends. My surgery is set for Aug 28 at 7 am. I have to be there at 5:45 and for any of you that have kids and no family near to help out, asking a friend is a lot. Thankfully, my mother-in-law will be coming into town to help us out. For right now, since I still have a little over two weeks I am just trying not to obsess about it. I have total trust in my doctor so on that point I am comfortable. It’s just the “afterwards” that is making me anxious. I just don’t want my family to have to worry about the small things. It’s almost like I am nesting all over again. ha ha

Second Consult

I went for a second consult and the doctor decided that I would need some kind of lift. I really wasn’t too keen on having scars down my breast. He then suggested an areola reduction which was perfect for me. My areolas had been bothering me for years, my husband never had an issue with them but I was always self conscience about them. The doctor (Dr. Pousti) suggested that with doing the areola reduction it would provide a slight lift, so basically I was happy to be killing three birds with one stone. I get the lift, my areolas reduce in size and I get the augment all in one. The price did go up with that and after a few days of considering all my options and talking to my husband, I decided to go for it. I had been waiting 6 years for this and I didn’t want to walk away with the bare minimum. If I was going to do it, it was going to be all out.

Getting the ball rolling...

So I wanted to mainly start this blog to try and talk about all of the things I can no longer talk about with my friends, since they have heard me banter on about this surgery for a couple of months now. I am 28 years old and a stay at home mother of 2 children. I have been wanting a breast augmentation since after my first child was born. I breast fed but had some difficulty and it turned into a case of mastitis. From that point on I secretly wanted my “old” look back. My husband is a Marine, so if anyone knows anything about the military, it’s taken us 6 years to be able to save up the money. I had a second child and we were living in San Diego, which propelled me to finally start researching. You can’t beat the opportunity and the great doctors here in southern California. I went for my first consult in May 2008, I had heard of the doctor through a friend who had him do a revision surgery. I liked that he was double board certified, which meant if I had any complications like my friend I would not have to worry about finding another doctor to fix it like she had. He was very nice and relaxed with me, I felt very comfortable despite how uncomfortable the situation was for me. I thought about it over the next few weeks and decided to go for it. I called and set up the surgery date for a time suited best to where my husband could be with me, which stinks because it’s a week before our anniversary. Also it was a good 2 months I had to sit and wait. Which in retrospect, I am very glad I did it that way. It gave me time to really consider all of my options. I couldn’t decide whether to have silicone or saline. My friend who referred me had saline the first time and then got silicone. She really was pushing the silicone because of the feel but eventually the saline won out. I decided on saline because first off, if something were to go wrong I would know it right away and with two children and living off of a single income I didn’t want to rely on our medical insurance to pay for MRI’s, which would have to be done every few years if I had chosen the silicone.