1momkeepingitreal

Years ago I made an agreement of sorts with my husband. I would have my tubes reversed and we would have 2 more kids. In turn he would purchase me a new set of boobies. I had somehow ended up with a so/so set of boobs. I guess what I had was plenty, but once you have given birth to 3 kids and nursed them. Well those tit’s are just not the same. I never would have thunk in a million years I would have boobs – tits- tatas that would be capable of pointing to the floor. Yet here I was with a set of almost B’s that were deflated and pointing down. SMH!

When we made this agreement I was so excited. I could not wait for the kids to get here and my time come. September 2004 came and I gave birth to my 5th and final child. The 2 I had agreed to have with my husband. 2 kids that would be biological to him. He had already helped me raise my older kids for 10 years before we decided to add to our family. Yet he yearned for kids of his own that he would raise from birth on. I had my tubes reversed in November 2001 and delivered our son November 25, 2002. Clearly I had a reason for tying the tubes after my divorce. I was amazingly fertile! And finally the last of our 5 came in September 2004.

I had the kids and nursed number 5 until around February when she had to stop do to issues out of my control. Now it was time. I was ready. We seen a dr who was fairly new to town. He had come from Beverly Hills and opened an office locally. He would travel a few days a week to our small town and take care of area. Boobs, tummy tucks, nose jobs, you name it he was doing it. And was very popular. I being so young and so naive did a small amount of research on him. I seen Mayo Clinic on his resume. Beverly Hills on there and all the pictures of stunning women who had him transform them into even better versions of themselves. I was sold! Sign me up. I stripped down and told him what I was looking for. DD please and relocate the nips so I can be cold and others will know it. The procedure was scheduled for April 2005. Holy smokes I was beyond excited.

The time came and I was ready. I arrived knowing I would have a full lift, and implants that would be filled with saline. I was scared about the whole idea of silicone and what I had heard and read of it leaking into your body and causing all kinds of issues. He came into the room, marked me up and assured me I was in good hands. He was ready to make me perfect. At least in my head I was thinking a new set of firm knockers would shot me into a whole new world. I had never had large boobs unless I was nursing. And after the first kid, well firm was not even close to what I had left. My husband was being supportive and if I am correct this was my Valentine’s Day gift also. Talk about a great gift. I was taken back and could not wait to be asleep. THEN……

I wake up and have a heavy duty sports bra on that zips in the front. I am swollen and he assures me they will stay swollen for a few weeks and eventually go down. They will also be up high on my chest. High is one thing. These were right under my chin. But again over time they will drop. If they don’t drop quickly enough I can press my chest on a door jam and help with the dropping. Seriously this is what I was told. Just lift your left arm above your head, lean in towards the door jam and somewhat forward so you breast is against the jam. Then apply pressure by leaning forward until you are uncomfortable. Switch and do the other side. Stay that way for a few mins on each side each day until they drop. I can’t make this up. Ok, in my head I am will to do what has to be done to make these amazing. Wrapped up and groggy I am told to go home and take it easy. Return in 2 days to have the bandages taken off and my check up. 2 days seems too long to not see them already. But I do as I am told.

Two days later my husband takes me to my follow up appointment. I am so excited. The nurse comes in and takes off the ace wrap and the bra. Then begins to unwrap the miles of gauze I have wrapped around me. I have my head looking upwards until she is finished with the gauze. I look at my husband and he looks like he is in shock. Not a good shocked either. A shock of “what the hell happed to my playground”! Scared to death, I look down and what I see is nothing like I had expected. I do not recall the Dr. setting me up for what was on my chest. I looked like Frankenboob! Sweet baby Jesus, there was tons of stitches and the bruising was out of control. My nipples were no where near pointing in the same direction. I was handed a mirror and when I held it in front of myself and looked at my reflection I was even more taken back. Mortified is an understatement.

The Dr. assured me this is perfectly normal. That breast are like arms or legs. They are not the same and they will heal at different times and in different ways. Each healing on their own time. He was calm and seemed very sure of what he was saying. I did my absolute best to listen to what he was telling me. And to really HEAR him and assure myself this was totally normal. He put tape around my stitches and helped me get my bra back on. Then I was off to heal at home. I would go back for a second follow up in a week. Nausea was heavy. I am not sure if it was from the meds or from the nightmare I felt I was stuck in. Trying hard to be positive, I went home and rested. To be honest with you the pain was really not bad. It looked much more painful than it really was. I had felt worse pain when I was nursing and got mastitis.

The bruising slowly went from purple and red to burgundy and finally yellow. My week follow up was the same as the 2 day follow up. More disbelief of what they looked like. More of him assuring me this is perfectly normal. I know my eyes rolled a few times. Now I had to remind my husband who was sure I had completely been botched, that I was in fact fine. Even though I was thinking the opposite. More ice, smashing my breast against the wall and time. Finally the tape was gone, I was still looking like a horror movie. The nipples NEVER got to looking even somewhat similar. He told me if they don’t even out I can have them fixed very easily. Sure sounded easy.

Long story short, that was not the case. I was in fact BOTCHED. Over 10 years I had well over a dozen surgeries on the right breast alone. He was correct that breasts are not the same. My left one was amazing. I loved the left one. The right one was a nightmare from the start. I had capsular contracture more times then I like to admit. Had to have my implant replaced on the right side 3 times. Ended up having pain on the ride side for years. My husband could not touch them. Lost so much breast tissue from the capsulation’s that I had to have pig bladder used to make a shelf bra inside my chest to hold up the implant. He did NOT do any more of the following procedures on my breast. Over time we found out he was being sued by many people. He had to change the name of his medical spa a few times. Later we found out he had taken a seminar at the Mayo Clinic. He was not an actual student. As for the offices in Beverly Hills. NOPE. Not an actual office. An address where he had mail sent. So he was able to say it was an office.

The pain was so bad my insurance finally picked up the bill to help me get myself repaired. When the new Dr. went into my body to change my implants the first time he found something shocking. I was told when I got my first set I was getting 525cc implants on both sides. Well truth be told I had my right side over filled to 650cc. How the hell did he lose track of what he was putting in? My right side was the problem side the whole time. Could this over filling be a contributing factor?

I did finally have my implants removed completely. 10 years was enough for me to finally wave the white flag and call it a day. I was not going to have a solid rack with DD’s and be thrilled with my new boobs. I pretty much hated them from the start. I always felt trapped in my body. I hated my husband to look at them or touch them. Once I had them removed the Dr. who took them out for me offered to leave the sacks inside. That way if I wanted to have new ones put in later I could. Had he taken them out I would lose more tissue and I did not have that to lose. It’s been almost 7 years and I have never looked back. I love that I do not have pain or worry of my breast hardening. I can sleep on my stomach, I can go without a bra. I am happy and healthy.

1 in 3 women with implants have problems. I was that 1. I know 2 other women who also have had issues. So in my book that is 3 in 3. But, still there are those out there who have no problems what so ever. Good for them. I am truly happy for you if you are one of the lucky ones. I am also happy for me and what I have left. Live and learn I say. I had to learn after many issues, shit tons of money, and ending up almost where I had started. I do not have the low hanging issues, but I also do not have a full DD set of boobies! And I am ok with that. Before you go and get implants consider what I had said. Is it worth it? Not in my book. But, to each there own!