Going in for the second surgery was mentally challenging for me. I wanted to get it over with and be done with all of this, but at the same time I felt as if I was just getting my life back and was soon to be laid up again … well it was not my favorite to say the least. This time around I was a little more prepared and the surgery was supposed to be an easier recovery… no drains, less risk of fluid collection and less recovery time. This surgery was also an outpatient procedure and took place at the plastic surgery surgical center. I was under anesthesia for less time and got to go home same day. So I gathered another stack of books, mentally prepared myself to be sedentary for another 4-6 weeks and scheduled my surgery for about 4 months after my first.
What did this surgery entail? The tissue expanders (also known as spacers) that the plastic surgeon placed during the first surgery were to be removed during the second surgery and replaced with more permanent implants. These implants are the same thing they use for a regular cosmetic boob job. The spacers were uncomfortable and were sewn into my pectoral muscles so they would pull and tug when I tried to do any heavy lifting. I was excited to get them out to say the least!
Day of surgery came and I was all prepped and ready to go. The anesthesiologist, Beth, came and asked me all of the questions, nursing got an IV started and gave me all of the pre-meds, and then the surgeon, Dr. Oliver Allen, the same surgeon who did the second half of my first surgery. We signed the consent and they sent me back the OR. Breathe into this mask and count back from 10…9…8….7.
Next thing I know I am waking up from what seemed like a bad dream. I was strapped down to the table, and could feel myself trying to breathe on my own, however I could not because I had a tube down my throat helping me breathe during surgery. I realized what was happening and started to panic. I was waking up DURING surgery… probably my worst nightmare. As soon as I realized what was happening, so did the nurses and all I heard was “Beth, I think she is waking up”. Then I was immediately back out. Phew. Close call. But I remembered it as soon as I woke up.
I was a bit groggy waking up, however was in no pain. If anything it felt good to have the spacers out. This time around I was placed in a lightweight, front-clasp bra that held everything in. I was excited to see the goods but nervous to open the bra. So I waited until my first follow up appointment with the surgeon the next day. When the nurse came in to check the incisions and swelling at the appointment she asked if I had seen them yet. Nope! Let’s check them out! Now, like I have said… I probably never would have got a boob job in my lifetime but dang, now I have some nice tatas. Was it worth it? No, but I’ll take it.
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