Now, don't get me wrong. I don't regret for a second having the procedure done. I'm happy with the outcome. I'm still healing, so I'm sure I'll be even more happier as more time goes by. What I didn't expect was the healing time. Notice how in that line above I said "I'm still healing...." I still have discomfort and weird feelings.
Keep in mind (as I try to remind myself) that my only other experience with surgery was laparoscopic when I had my weight loss surgery. That was 5 itty-bitty cuts and some gas pain. This was 6 great big giant cuts and a lot of pain, for a lot longer time.
Those who aren't squeamish, or those who don't have a problem seeing the boobs of someone they know, can click on the link below. This is what my breasts looked like the day of surgery. I called them Frankentits:
Here's some fun (G-rated) comparison pictures:
Notice they're not huge. That was the point. I just wanted what I had refilled. I ended puberty with a B. I wasn't thrilled. After pregnancy and during nursing I was a D. I was thrilled. Imagine now, those D boobs deflating to As.... I was definitely not thrilled.
The discomfort comes from the multiple suture lines as well as having a foreign body under the muscle that likes to move around some. It's a feeling I'm still getting used to. Reaching up for something high on the shelf feels totally different now. I can sort of feel the implant moving around under there.
This June I will be doing a lower body lift. That will involve a much larger portion of my body and, I assume, a much longer recovery time. Knowing what I know now, I'm ready for it. I'm ready to not be able to jump right up and get on with life. I'm ready to give up running for a large period of time (which I wasn't ready for this go-round). I'm ready because, goddamnit, I worked hard for this and deserve to have the body I've always wanted.