3 days post op and on

3 Days Post Op

I can’t believe it’s been three days since I had my breast reduction surgery! The first few days included my pectoral muscles and shoulder muscles pretty much burning every time I tried to use them. I didn’t realize how much I push up from the chair with my arms as I stood up until this time! Also, I didn’t realize how hard it was to take the gauze off. My gauze is blood-stained and sticking to my incisions because of the dried blood. I also never realized how independent I am and how much I care for other people without even realizing it— mainly because I was trained so well by my Southern childhood. Not picking up something someone dropped? Not holding open a door for the person behind me? It’s such second nature for me.
Things I’m thankful for: my mom! Momma has helped me so much with everything. She has fed me, kept me at her house, has supplied me with comfy PJ’s, has driven me to and from the hospital, and helped me with my drains, and made sure I took my medicines. She had a lot of practice with my daddy before he died. She also has a handicap-accessible bathroom and master bedroom suite for me to use.

I’ve had many friends reach out and offer to come over to visit, which keeps my spirits up. Thanks, everybody! The first day was the toughest, I was dizzy and a bit spacey from the anesthesia and pain medications. I’m getting my drains out on Monday, and having a follow-up with my surgeon. I hope I am healing to her expectations. Also, I am so thankful for FMLA and my short-term disability insurance I get through my job!
In the recovery room after the surgery, my chest was burning at first, that’s what woke me up and what I first remember. And then, I realized how my breast were repaired and I couldn’t stop smiling. I was a happy camper when Dr. Wagstrom came in to advise me that she was able to save my nipples and didn’t have to do a nipple graft that would have made them for decoration only. I am so thankful! I haven’t showered yet, my gauze is still sticking to my incisions, but I will be taking my first shower shortly. I have unzipped my support vest go see what my breasts look like.
So far, my breast look like implants and are kind of hard and square. I held one of my old bra cups up to my current breast, and there was no question my breasts are smaller! This is exciting for me. For a while, I worried I went too small at first, or that the shape of my breast wasn’t right. My surgeon advised me that the shape they initially showed up as would not be the shape they’d always be and not to freak out. My friend Rachael assured me that they would change shapes. A huge number of women have come out of the woodwork to me and my mother about having breast reductions, which was a surprise for both of us! I’m sad I waited so long to do this.
Momma has helped me with emptying my drains and recording the amount that has come out. The drains are coming out tomorrow (hopefully) and I’ll have to wear a special support bra/vest in the meantime. I made the mistake of taking a Hydrocodone instead of a Tylenol. Ugh, it knocked me out!
I decided after this to only use Tylenol, not the prescription pain pills. Hydrocodone is so addictive, this is why we have opioid addiction.

4 Days Post Op

Mom and I went for my post-op appointment. They looked at my breasts and the drains, and my breasts weren't producing so much fluid to drain out. One was producing a little less than the other, though. I was terrified of the pan of removing the drains, because I had had severe stinging around them on Sunday, so bad I almost vomited. But when they were removed, it was a relief. Afterward, they gave me a new white front-closure bra to wear. We visited my cousin Helyn who doesn't live far from my surgeon's office. We went home to prepare for Christmas and did the recipes my sister emailed me. I tried to assist my mother with slicing the potatoes, but my chest and biceps hurt so badly. I managed to finish the task, but it was difficult to do. 

7 Days Post Op

I've spent two afternoons at home to hang out with my cat, but my mother expected me to stay with her for the first week. My cousin Claire is staying with my mother while in mourning from her mother's death this month. Claire is an only child, so this has taken a lot of her time and attention to not only do her own mourning but meet her mother's friends and family in theirs as well. I'm glad she's here, though, but I don't want to speak too much for her.
Chrismas was low-key. I wore my emerald sequined dress from Eloquii and I did not expect how different it would look on my body since the reduction. My white sports bra showed up if I wasn't careful. I went to the Christmas Eve Mass with my Aunt Madge and my mother on Tylenol. On Christmas Day, my brother came over with two of his friends, and a whole trunk full of food from Picadilly Cafe. I had a glass of wine, but it made me sleepy. I couldn't do much to assist with heating up the food, though.
When I was able to come home to my house, it was relief. My cat does not like being separated from me for so long, and he's been sitting in my lap and just becoming a dead weight and sleeping there. He never used to.

10 Days Post Op

I got admitted to a facebook group for Breast Reduction support, and I started looking at other women's post-op breast pictures. I saw so many of them looking round and breast-like and they had fewer days post-op than me. It was upsetting: I felt like I had been disfigured. After I took my cousins to church, I tried to post my first bewb selfie (No I am still not posting here, this is family-friendly blog and page!). True story: I never taken a nude picture. This was technically my first. My first attempt at posting them in this private group went wrong and Facebook flagged it, but my second attempt worked. The people I was talking to tried to soothe me. I showed my mother, and cried, and she told me not to compare myself and my progress in healing, all bodies healed differently. I didn't think I'd heal this way. I weighed myself and I was 9 pounds down! OMG! I'm stunned-- I haven't asked how much weight they took off my breasts, but was it really 9 pounds? Or did the anesthesia do a number on my appetite, too? I had been nibbling and eating during Christmas all week. Insane. I lost 10 pounds before surgery, too.

13 Days Post Op

Stupidly, I never realized this, but there are different techniques of reducing the breasts. My surgeon probably did some internal stitching and incisions and then made the lollipop incision on my skin, because that's probably why they look square. I was warned they'd look square, but not to this degree. But when I asked about it in BR Support Group on Facebook, a lot of members told me this was normal and they were going through it, too. I really like this BR Support Group, the people here are so positive and supportive. I realize how silly it was to get upset on the 10 Day PO, and they are still healing-- mainly because I'm getting a lot of cramps and tingling inside my breasts. I worry that I'm lifting my arms over my head and pulling sutures internally, now. I thought it would only be the stitches on the outside, but I realized it can be the stitches on the inside, too. I gained 4 pounds the last three days but part of that is probably the post-anesthesia effects.

Tomorrow is my first day back at work. I work in a call center, so it shouldn't be so bad to return. I'm also trying to take down my Christmas tree, since today is New Year's Day. I didn't do much for New Year's Eve, I am still suffering some of the effects of the anesthesia, but they're more annoying than dangerous. I'm going to start exercising and eating intentionally to ascribe to some more healthy standards, now that my surgery's leave is up from work.

I'll keep you all abreast (haha, pun intended) on my updates.

Surgery- what made me choose it

I am doing something that a lot of people find controversial and are going to have an opinion on: I had a breast reduction. No, I’m not sharing pictures of my breasts pre- or post-surgery yet, and definitely not on here. This is a family-friendly blog, but these things happen in families and everyday life, so I will talk about it without pictures of boobs but only with medical terminology. Sorry to the perverts who clicked wanting to see my boobs <not really>. 

This has been a long time in the making for me, and I am relieved. I’m awaiting people telling me I'm not doing everything I need to before doing this, like weight loss, getting better bras, etc.

I stopped asking people for their opinion on it and instead looked to myself on this choice. I am not my boobs. They are not my best feature (far from it). I've worked really hard on building up my self-esteem to see the best parts of myself that have nothing to do with my body parts. I don't want to date or be with a man who would dump me if he found out I had a breast reduction, either.

Why I'm doing it: 

Medically: 

Breast cancer runs in my maternal family and that’s scary enough. Even with proper self-exams, I fear I'll miss a lump in my breasts until it's something like Stage 4. I’m also living with chronic back pain that gets so intense at times, I vomit from it. I’ve even had bruises as a result of them. My shoulders have permanent divots in them from my bra straps and all the weight they'd supported. I usually get red, itchy lines in my skin from the bra elastics.

Financially:

Did you know that it's expensive to have big boobs? Did you know how much I've spent on bras that actually keep my breasts standing up and looking decent? Mine are usually $65 a pop. And then the underwire usually breaks within three to six months, so I have to buy the same bra in the same size and same color AGAIN.

Personally:

The amount of sexual harassment I’ve faced from having them sucks, too. Where do I put them? Sometimes, it's impossible to cover them up. I've even had people (ADULT men and women, not just kids) throw things at me when I'm minding my own business in an attempt to get any object lobbed in my cleavage and then burst out laughing at me when I'm stunned. It's embarrassing, and most of the time, I've been so stunned, I laugh in shock. Other men have assaulted me by groping my breasts in public places without my consent and catching me off guard-- as if that's not violating enough! 

And let's be dead honest: having big boobs doesn’t come with confidence.

I've tried to be okay with them. I've taken burlesque classes with some really great feminists who have been so encouraging. I exercise. I read body-positive literature. I go to therapy. I LOVE LIZZO! I take dance classes that help me find ways to grow what I can do with my body and find it's strength. I try to care for myself more now than ever, by eating nutritionally what someone with insulin resistance needs. I rarely feel the need to binge and purge anymore, I try to avoid self-starvation, too. I try to get adequate rest, but that hasn't been easy in grad school while working full time. I've even tried my hand at modeling. But I still find myself shying away from having my picture taken (not that I expect this surgery to be a miracle and make me look like a supermodel, I'm not that naive).

This hasn’t been an easy decision: I’m giving up a lot to do this- not just money. It's SURGERY. Scalpels have cut into my skin and have opened up my body. I went under anesthesia for several hours. Tissue was permanently cut out and removed from my body. I have had some pain, but it’s not anything serious. I might lose the ability to nurse a baby, if I ever got the opportunity to have one with a loving husband. These are sacrifices you have to be okay with when you have this procedure. I also had to get to a point where I made this choice on my own without the help or opinion of my family. I had to be willing to power through a lot of insurance red tape, too. This has been deemed a medically necessary procedure on me and insurance is paying for it— I have company insurance from work for once and a job to come back to from taking time off for surgery. Many of the other symptoms, like red mark indentations and shoulder indentations, since I was twenty and earlier. Imagine living like that without a lot of relief. It’s taken me out of work at times. Right now, I’m hoping the benefits outweigh the risks in the end and I get some relief.

If you are thinking of having a breast reduction or have already had one, and want to talk, I'm here for you. Please email me and I'd be happy to chat with you. I'll try to keep everyone up to date on surgery through my blog and what recovery is like. Take care, everyone!