Although I had plenty of breast tissue at that time, my surgeon suggested an implant with the lift, as you apparently lose a lot of volume when you do a breast lift. We discussed a size that I thought I would be happy with. However, as I was literally going to sleep, he asked, after I'm done with your hips, if I think I can go bigger on top, can I? I said sure. Then I woke up with these monsters. As I was in the recovery room, the nurse yelled over, doctor is on the phone and wants to bring you a support bra, what size do you wear? I said, 38D. She laughed and said, oh honey, those aren't D's. Ugh. He never brought me a support bra, so I'm guessing I was beyond the sizes they carry.
I have always felt like my boobs were too big (currently I'm something like a 42DDD aka an F, G or H depending on the brand) and too low (essentially hanging at my elbows), and the nipples dropped unevenly, so earlier this year (ten years later), I went to another surgeon for an opinion on fixing them. She said that she generally does not do a breast lift with a tummy tuck since you are pulling down what you would like to pull up and gravity always wins. She warned me that since this was a revision of old work, I may not be fully happy with the results and there was a high risk of having to go in for another round to do some fixes. I figured it was worth the risk and scheduled my surgery for the day before Thanksgiving. I scheduled a breast lift, replacement of implants with a smaller implant, and installation of a mesh that would keep them from falling again.
I am now a month out from surgery. I will admit when I first peeled the padding and garment off a couple of days after surgery, I was shocked. Blood, bruising, angry incisions. It looked scary. I thought maybe I had made the wrong choice. When the drains were pulled out a week later, I started getting a stabbing pain underneath that was apparently my body getting used to the mesh. I was allowed to pull the tape off at about two weeks. I was swollen and still pretty scary looking (I accidentally ripped a bunch of skin off with the tape), but I could see that once things relaxed, I was going to be extremely happy with the results.
Now at a month out, I have people asking me if I've lost weight. Although, I have lost 15 pounds in the last six weeks or so, what they are really noticing is that you can see my waist now that my boobs are out of the way! The kicker is that my measurements are exactly the same, but that will go down as swelling settles in the next couple of months. I'm struggling with getting off the pain pills (I like Percocet a little more than I should) and being patient to let myself heal, but I feel like I made the right choice. However, there will be very little pole stuff on this blog for another couple of months. I get to try yoga in a couple of weeks, but I'm still waiting to make sure that under-boob/mesh pain is gone first.
I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas! I will probably touch bases early next year!