AC's Story

  My journey from 36B to 36D was not very long in the planning stages.
In December I was merely considering breast augmentation, and by
April Fool’s Day, I was stacked.

  I wore bras that definitely maximized my size, and was content with
this. My husband thought I had lovely breasts, too, so there were no
underlying issues in that regard. As my friend at work talked more
and more about it, I went on the web and learned about the procedure,
and saw pictures of some great results. My friend knew someone who
had her breasts done by Dr. Levine with nice results, so we went to
see him in December. He doesn’t run a flashy operation at all, is not
salesmanly, or high pressure, or any pressure for that matter. We
asked him many many questions, he took a look at me, and had me
try on a few different sized implants in my bra, and suggested about
325cc, over the muscle because I had enough tissue. We talked
about incision sites, risks, complications, etc, and I never once felt
rushed or intimidated by him.

  We saw another surgeon who was much more salesman-like,
and impatient – I felt like I was asking too many questions for his
taste. I still wasn’t 100% sure about the operation, though. I was
afraid I might be ruining what I had, which wasn’t bad. I felt like if I
tampered, and ended up with asymmetrical, hard, fake-looking balls
on my chest with horrible scars, or even just one of these problems, I
would only have my own vanity to blame. But I was heartened by the
great results I had seen, so I made another appointment to see Dr.
Levine, whom I felt had integrity. Again, he was more than patient and
I absolutely trusted him. My friend and I both booked a surgery date
at the end of March, to coincide with the Easter break, and waited for
the weeks to tick by.

  On the day of the surgery, I woke up early and my husband dropped
me off at the hospital on his way to work – nice, huh? I had to wait for
Dr. Levine to finish my friend’s boobs first, though, and after I got all
suited up in a backless hospital gown with booties, the doctor came
out to say hi and ask me how I was doing. Then the anesthesiologist
came out to introduce himself, and take me to the OR. Everyone,
including the nurses and receptionists were very nice to me. Dr.
Levine drew on me with a marker, and the anesthesiologist put a
needle in my arm, and I was out.

  I woke up feeling pretty cold and nauseous with a horrible dry mouth.
urses covered me with more blankets, gave me gravol in my IV and ice
chips in my mouth. Soon I felt way better, and was taken to a recovery
room where I met up with my friend. After a while they moved us from
the beds into huge reclining chairs on wheels, and then next thing I
knew my husband was there to pick us up.

  At home, my friend went straight to bed, while I felt pretty active, and
could hardly sit still. I didn’t realize it but the uppers in the codeine
were causing me to be jittery and active. I felt ok besides the
discomfort of getting up or lying down. That night I stayed up late
watching TV. The next day, however, I felt sore, tired, nauseous from
the painkillers and exhausted. The pain steadily lessened, and after
having the surgery on a Thursday morning, I was back at work feeling
a bit tired on Tuesday. Largely it was a piece of cake.

  When Dr. Levine took the stitches out, I could see how minimal the
scars around my areoles would be. Over the next few months, my
breasts softened up quite a bit. They are really natural looking, not too
big for my size, and I’m so glad I did it. I was worried about people at
work saying things to me, but nobody did. If people noticed they
haven’t said anything. I didn’t tell my family at the time, and I’m glad
because my mom really would’ve freaked. I just told her recently, after
9 months and she was ok with it, though she didn’t really understand
why I wanted it done. I only told one other friend besides the girls at
work, and I’m glad I told him – he was able to shut down any
speculation by my other girlfriends by saying “She didn’t get her boobs
done – she just has a different bra for every occasion – its her hobby”, and make a joke. It is sad but true that people, especially other
women, can be very judgmental about breast augmentation – they see
it as cheating mother nature, and some of them think that only floosies
do it. I may have even thought that myself.

  The only advice I have to women considering the surgery is a) make
sure you feel confident about your decision, b) find a surgeon who you
really trust, and c) know that doctors can’t work miracles – your ‘after’
breasts will look very much like your befores, but bigger.

  So, at this point it seems like I’ve had these D boobs forever – they
have become a part of me and don’t feel foreign at all. I have no
regrets whatsoever, and am glad I took the plunge, so to speak.