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My stats: 35, 5' 6", about 160 lbs, 34 DDD. I've had the biggest boobs of all my friends since I was about 11. Since I've always been an athlete, my breasts have at times been very difficult to handle. I'd dreamed of a reduction, but the scarring and severity of the traditional surgery was too much for me. My back problems had been getting progressively worse though, and then in December, I seriously injured my shoulder while running on a treadmill and that was pretty much the last straw. I thought I had my best sports bra on, but the repetivite pressure from the weight of my breasts threw my back out so bad it was weeks before I run or excersize. I realized it was just time to do something about it if I could.
A coworker recommended a Dr. who she'd gone to for a traditional reduction and I had a consult with him and was seriously considering it when I learned that breast reduction is specifically excluded from my companies health plan (see what happens when men are in charge!
) So a little more internet research led me to SBR and decided to just take $$ out of the picture and decide what would be best for me if cost were not an obstacle. My one concern with SBR was that I wouldn't have enough fat in my breasts. Even though I'd gone from a D to a DDD in the past 8 years or so--and gained weight at that same time--I'd also gone through some hormonal fluctuations that I feared had increased my glandular tissue. Dr. Baxt seemed confident that he could give me a good result and after a lot of thought I decided to go for it. Of course this brings us back to the money question....I'll have to sacrafice a little to pay it off, but I really don't know what you could better spend your money on than your own body and you own health.
So that's the back story...here's the update so far. My husband and I left extra early to drive up to Paramus from central Jersey yesterday--leaving plenty of time to get through traffic. And of course it was clear sailing so we got to Baxt Cosmedical really early. I ended up going in pretty quickly anyway...it felt like it happened really fast once I got there. Erica and Arlene took very good care of me and before I knew it I was walking into the room where the procedure takes place.
The anesthesiologist and I were chatting about how much we like Oahu and the next thing I knew I was waking up in recovery. Had a juice box and tried to relax, but for some reason I felt like I was raring to go. I have no idea why. The whole feeling cold thing didn't happen for me, although I had brought sweats and Uggs and it's June, so that may be why.
I dozed in and out on the car ride home and had no pain. Then ate half a sandwich and took a loong nap. Got up for dinner and tv watching and changed my pads for the first time. There was definitely a lot of drainage, but I was actually able to change them mostly myself, with just a little help from Hubby.
So--my results. I know I have to be patient to see where I finally end up, but right now I look so much smaller it's shocking. In a good way! I think Arlene told me I had 1200 ccs removed from the left breast and 1450 from the right. (My right side was bigger). Dr. Baxt called last night to check on me and said it had gone extremely well and he felt confident we had gotten me down to somewhere in my goal range. (I'm hoping for a small D, but I'll settle for a plain old D).
Around bedtime last night the pain kicked in and I took half of a pain pill. I had a bit of restless night but am feeling better this morning. The pain reminds me of muscle soreness after a really hard workout, so its not really a bad pain, if you know what I mean. The drainage seemed to have stopped this morning, so I switched from maxis to pantyliners!
Now I'm tucking into the bag of dvds my coworker brought in for me this week and resting it out! Starting with Season 1 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer...seems appropriate--hopefully I'll be back in fighting shape before we know it!
More to come...
I've always had a bit of a heavy footstep, plus I walk pretty fast. My coworkers always say then know when I'm coming down the hall or around a corner. I must sound like a clydesdale on speed or something. Well, my husband actually called me a ninja the other night. I'm definitely walking more gingerly just to avoid the soreness, but I wonder if my footstep will be lighter going forward?
