Judging already, aren’t you?! Don’t worry, I was all “judgy” at one point, too. There was NO WAY I would ever have surgery to enhance my breasts! I thought women that had breast implants were RIDICULOUS! They are messing with what God gave them! Those women are uppity, pretentious, have major image issues and should be thankful to even have a chest! I seriously felt some type of way about implants. I felt they were “Hollywood,” unauthentic, not what God would recommend and were downright unnecessary.
That is… until I breastfed my third child.
Before I had kids, I had a full, beautiful, perky C cup. They fit perfectly into my size C bra, they sat at attention, like a boss in a meeting. They were vivacious and full of life!
After kid number three, let’s just say things took a drastic turn. I no longer had those perky C cup boobs. My front was as flat as my back! I looked like a teenage boy; my breasts looked like two deflated whoopee cushions. Let’s not even talk about what happened to them when I would bend over. Can you say, two triangles?
I was bummed, but I rocked my boobs. They were as flat as an opened can of Coke that had been sitting out all day and as saggy as a baby’s poopy diaper. At times I felt self-conscious, but hey, what could I do?
One day, I went to a Victoria’s Secret event with my friend and I had forgotten to wear a bra… biggest mistake, ever. I needed my Victoria’s Secret extra-extra push-up bra, with two cup sizes full of padding in order to hide my non-existent boobs. I can’t remember the exact comment that my friend made to me next, but it was enough for me to check myself out in the mirror…
I once was blind, but now I see. I felt like Adam after he had taken a bite of the forbidden apple and all of the sudden his eyes were opened and he realized he was naked.
At that moment I was no longer in denial, I was flat chested.
I’m not kidding when I say I went home that evening, found a local plastic surgeon and booked a consultation. I no longer cared about how I felt about implants in the past. I wanted back what was rightfully mine, what I had given up and sacrificed to feed my babies. I deserved to wear a C cup again. My friend pointing it out helped me see the light.
I am getting my boobies back!
I went to my first consultation at Overlake Plastic Surgeons in Bellevue and I was BEYOND NERVOUS! I wasn’t sure what to expect, but Dr. Leff was incredibly nice and helpful, and his right-hand nurse, Kelly, made me feel so comfortable. Kelly made me feel like her homegirl and I felt no judgment for wanting breast implants. They informed me about the entire process and how the surgery would take place right in his office, (that creeped me out more than you know). Dr. Leff made the decision that my implants would go over the muscle and explained why. They even helped guide me in picking out the perfect size for my body and what would fit comfortably with the less-than-appealing breast tissue I had left. My husband, of course, didn’t think I needed to enhance my boobs at all. He felt like my body was perfect the way it was and he loved it. “Awwww,” isn’t he so sweet? In a perfect world, I would have said, “You’re right honey, I don’t need boobs,” declined the implants and then skipped out of the office into the sunset with him and lived happily ever after with my flapjack boobs. BUT, this ain’t a so perfect world!
With that being said, I made a decision right then and there to have the surgery and I set the date! I was so pumped! I told my mom and my close friends. Everyone was very excited and supported my decision.
The day before my surgery, I went in for my pre-op app. At this point, the anxiety of going under the knife for something cosmetic, rather than a non-medical need, crept in. I felt like my surgery was going to go awry and I was going to die and leave my kids. All for boob implants! The doubt, fear and downright crazy was swirling through my head. By the time I sat down in my pre-op appointment, I was a HOT MESS! I asked questions like, “If I stop breathing, can you revive me? What is the likelihood of something going wrong, has anyone ever kicked the bucket in your office?” I was dotting overly anxious “i’s” and crossing my bat-sh*t-crazy “t’s”.
Dr. Leff and Kelly assured me I wasn’t going to die, that I was making a great decision and I would be happy in the end. They decided to prescribe me a Valium to take the morning of the surgery to help me be less anxious.
5:00am I woke up to prepare for my 7:00am surgery. I woke up shaking like a leaf. I was excited, nervous, preparing my eulogy and dreaming of the low-cut shirts I was going to wear all at the same time. My doctor told me to take one Valium pill one hour before my arrival to his office. I took one… I think.
Upon leaving the house, I was such a mess that I couldn’t remember if I had taken a pill or not.
So, I took my first pill…
By the time we reached the doctor’s office, I was in and out of sleep and was so relaxed you probably could have cut off my leg and I wouldn’t have complained.
I guess I had taken the pill the first time, so now I had taken two Valium on accident. I was high as a kite!
I vaguely remember sitting in a red chair in the pre-op room.
I opened my eyes and I was back in the red chair, with the doctor, the nurse and Marcus staring at me. Marcus said I looked up and asked, “DO I HAVE BOOBS?”
Yes, I did! I had boobs! It was done! I went from a flatter-than-flat A to a DD (I know, I wanted my C cup back, but I felt like I should treat myself and add a little more bang for my buck).
For me, the hardest part of recovery was not being able to lift anything including my baby for almost two weeks. After that period my recovery was golden!!
Bra shopping for the first time, (once the swelling went down) was AMAZING! I felt like a million bucks! My shirts were cut a little lower and my bikini tops were filled with an abundance of boob tissue!
I would not change getting implants for the world! I know I talked so much crap before, but you never know why a woman has chosen to get breast implants. Women get them for so many different reasons. Whether there is a medical reason or for a decision like mine, where I simply wanted back what I once had. I did it for no other person but myself. Today, my DD’s are a part of me. It is like they have been there from the start. I have had two more kids since then, so they look even more broken in, ha! I don’t think about them being “fake” boobs, and no one has ever noticed, (or they do and they keep it to themselves). I am proud of my boobs and I encourage anyone that is on the fence about breast enhancements to go for a consultation.
Furthermore, who gives a heck what other people think anyway?!
When I die, I want to be buried in my favorite dress, I want my face to be snatched to perfection, I want my six inch Louboutins on, and my implants BETTER be intact!
PS: After I got my enhancements, my husband became a believer. He loves them more than I do. 😉