Since the operation, I had my first good night sleep. The pain is reduced to a dull muscle ache, and although I can’t lift anything heave or do any sports for a few more weeks, I’m back to being mobile again. Needless to say, there were quite a few eyebrows being raised after my announcement. It was no secret I was into some mild high-maintenance scheme to retain my youth, but a boob job seemed a bit out of the ordinary. Especially since I pride in everything natural, classic and pure look and feel. This was a clear diversion on such path.
Well, for this to be my confession as to why I did it, it starts with some discussions I had with my husband over a year ago. He was not adverse to the idea, and to be honest neither was I, but at the same time it didn’t really feel like something I needed. That until I went through a second pregnancy. There is no debate that pregnancies and breastfeeding doesn’t do much for keeping your front assets plump. And although I never had the problem of sagging (thank God for who invented the push-up….and I’m not talking about the bra!), they hadn’t exactly bounced back into their pre-pregnancy shape either.
All well and done, I did a bit of research and one clinic that was recommended to me was the Jan van Goyen Kliniek in Amsterdam. I made an appointment, and I must admit my first talk with the surgeon (Dr. Tan) was a bit awkward. Dr. Tan (who I presume is from Chinese heritage) was a small, middle age, balding man. As I sat in front of him, I observed every detail….from his shoes to his finger nails. The latter were rather long (something I have seen in other Chinese men too) and a bit grubby, and what I presumed nicotine stained. It made me somewhat uneasy, as this was the man that was going to be in charge of my breasts a week later.
There wasn’t so much time to look for another clinic, especially as it was scheduled to take place whilst Reinout was away on a conference. When I came home I did some further research and although I couldn’t find much apart from a long track-record in plastic surgery, I couldn’t find anything to contradict what seemed impeccable career. Faith took over, and I was counting down the days.
Reinout left the same morning that I was going to have my operation, for San Fransisco. He was not pleased that he was going to be so far away whilst I lay on an operating table. I on the other hand arrived at the clinic. After a talk with a very nice nurse, I got changed to my operation attire. As I sat waiting for the proceedure, the anesthesiologist came in. I must say I was a bit in shock. Before me stood a very skinny man, Jamaican looking, with something I presumed was a rastafari hairdo under the green surgical cap. Although I hold no racist sentiments (really NOT!!) one does possess preconceived ideas about most people one meet, and they guy seemed so out of place. But he was very sweet and very chatty and put all my concerns to rest.
As I had to walk into the theater, there were a bunch of people preparing for the operation, and if I had any apprehensions about going through the procedure, it was buried once and for all. The anesthesiologist gave me an injection and within 10 seconds I was fast asleep. The operation took place around 9 and at noon I was awake. I was told everything went well, two implants of 360 cc each (the equivalent of a DD cup size). The breast implant I chose for was of a natural, drop shape, instead of the more common round one.
The first days were pretty painful but I was prescribed painkillers for this. You have to wear a sports bra, and there is no sports or dancing until 6 weeks after the operation as the implants have to settle. Furthermore, as the implant was placed behind the muscle, the breast muscle is pretty sore and lifting and raising your arms are out of the question.
Now a bit over a week on, I’m really pleased with the result. I know they will settle more, but it already looks and feel fine. Would I recommend it to anyone? As with any plastic surgery, one has to ask oneself if it’s really necessary. In my case there was actually no real need, and my self-esteem wasn’t suffering either. But on the other side, it’s a great confidence booster, and I do think my silhouette looks a lot better now. As for now I think I will keep myself as I am. I feel finally (after a year of battling post-pregnancy weight, hair loss and sagging skin) pretty happy with myself. And as they say, the proof is in the pudding!
Happy gal! The cute little top is from S’nob