Change of Plans and Pre-Op Appt

Yes, once again I had to change the date of my surgery!  This time it was not because of my dog, but because of the Army.  I originally rescheduled my date to March 25, 2014, so that if anything went wrong in the grand scheme of life in general, my husband would be home to help and handle things.  His return date to home changed several times.  Finally he got a return date for right around the time of my surgery.  I did not want to have to worry about homecoming and preparing for surgery.  I also didn't want to be healing right when he would come home.  I decided not to postpone my surgery to April due to us pre-planning family activities and trips that I expected to be healed for.  My only option was to have it earlier.  I was more than happy with this because at that point I was just ready to have the surgery done!  I changed my surgery date to Tuesday March 11, 2014.

Boob Job Humor. Picture from Pinterest

On Monday, March 3, 2014, I went for my pre-op appointment.  I first met with the Patient Advisor (PA) and she went over a lot of paperwork with me.  She explained the procedure again, and all of the do's and don'ts.  My surgery will be at an outpatient surgery center.  She went over in depth the possible risks and complications and how they are handled.  I was able to ask her a lot of questions.  I was really concerned about healing.  I want to do everything to promote the best healing for my body.  She assured me that considering I have had two c-sections, this surgery will be easier to recover from.  That made me feel better considering my husband won't be here to help out.  I have an awesome crew of friends that are going to be helping the kids and I out.

Previously, on the phone, I discussed with the PA that I was thinking about changing my size.  I have watched probably thousands of you tube videos of other girls' journey and a lot of them talked about making sure you chose the right size.  It was common for women to wish they had gone bigger.  I kept thinking about this and decided if I'm paying all this money, and is going to go through with this, I might as well "go big or go home".  I am just kidding! No I do not want to look like a porn star, but I do want to look like a girl with a nice rack!

The PA first had me to get undressed, and my PS (plastic surgeon) came in to see me again.  He measured me again and determined that due to my frame and current breast tissue, that the largest he could fill me is to 375 cc's.  I thought this was perfect because that is exactly what I wanted.  In reality I was only going up 25 cc's from what I originally chose.  Originally I chose 325 cc's but the PS would automatically insert a 350 cc implant because when you go under the muscle you lose volume so you get filled 25 cc's higher than what you chose to achieve the look you want.  So him filling me to 375 cc's would give me the look of the 350 cc's that I had tried on before.  Yes the ones I thought were too big.  I think at that time I was trying to be very modest.  At this point I am boob obsessed and modesty has been thrown out the window!  I tried on the 375 cc's and I felt they looked "ginormous" on me.  I think this is solely because I have never had boobs in my life so anything looks big on me, to me.  I did like how they made me look slimmer and finally proportioned my hips and thighs out.  I have always felt larger than I am due to me being bottom heavy.  Now I feel like my body will be balanced out.  I didn't feel that I looked that bottom heavy anymore.  I loved what I saw!

I was also given my prescriptions at this appointment.  My PS does not usually prescribe an antibiotic, but did so with no problems when I requested it.  I saw that a lot of other girls were prescribed an antibiotic just to ward off any infections, so I asked for the same to be safe than sorry.  Besides the antibiotic I was also prescribed:

Percocet (for pain)
Ambien (for sleeping)
Motrin (for pain, swelling, and bruising)
Zofran (for nausea)

The appointment ended with the PA taking pictures of my old boobs.  My husband asked if I was going to take my own pictures of my old boobs.  No thanks! I do not want pictures of them! I don't want to look at them now!  After my photo shoot, I had to fork over the most money I have ever spent at one time on myself.  I wanted to cringe at the number, but felt good that for once in my life I was doing something for myself!  Go me!

My surgery is a week away and I am of course screaming with excitement, but also a ball of nerves!  After paying for my surgery I now feel like, "OMG I really have to go through with this now!".  "I can't believe I am going to do this!"