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It’s been only 3 days since my “BIG DAY” of going under the knife and let me tell you I feel FANTASTIC! I can’t complain not one bit, not even a itsy bitsy tiny bit. The night before the operation I could barely sleep…my husband was pretty annoyed with my tossing and turning to say the least. By morning, I didn’t know if I was going to be able to have myself go through with it because of how nervous I was. However, it was the memory of how I felt the first time I had canceled and the times I dreaded that decision that kept me on track to keep getting ready. Before I knew it we were there waiting for my name to get called. First things were first, the dreaded IV. We both made it very clear to the entire staff of how terrified I was of needles especially IVs. The nurse that had prepped me was amazing…she saw how scared I must have looked because she instantly said, “I normally do all the paper work stuff first but would you like to get the needle out of the way…I promise you I’ll only have to do it once.” Thank God that she was able to make the promise…she then covered my hand with a towel and said, “out of site out of mind.” She was terrific! During this time I met with my Dr. and the Anesthesiologist. Then the “walk” to the operation room.

It was the first time I ever remember having to walk into an operation room…I’ve always in the past been wheeled in. It was interesting…I walked in and saw all the masked faces…freezing cold as all operation rooms have to be but somehow the energy of the room was just nice. Before I knew it I was laying down and feeling the drugs go in my arm to make me….zzzzz and I was out. I don’t remember much about waking up…thinking back on it. I just remember being awake afterwards. All the times before I had hated that part because I remembered feeling so annoyed by the nurse trying to wake me up when feeling the most sleepy you could ever possibly feel. I don’t recall that being the case this time. It was so awesome to wake up for once and not feel sick and nauseated as I had every time before. The anesthesiologist did wonders with his drugs. I was literally out and ready to go home within the next couple of hours. Yes, I was constantly looking down at my new girls thinking wow…I can’t believe they aren’t wrapped just totally out there and exposed. Somehow, I didn’t mind.

I had read so many stories of the pains and seen the reality shows of girls getting this operation done and I remember the pain and cries of the drive home and the days after. I wasn’t that girl. I slowly got into the car and I, me put on my seat belt with no help. Didn’t feel much pain at all for the next few hours. Did start getting sick after have taking the first pain killer though…I ended up only taking 1.5 pills and cut myself off because I can’t stand being sick…I’d rather deal with the pain. I do have to admit after only taking Advil and Tylenol…the pain wasn’t unbearable as what I had imagined. Everything I imagined was a  100 times worse than what it turned out to be. In fact each day since has gotten better and better. Yesterday, I even went SHOPPING…the day after the operation! Yes and today I have hardly any pain at all! I’m in shock really. I keep praying that it goes so smoothly. Being only the third day and I’m not taking anything for pain. I’m being pretty active. The only thing that stinks about the whole ordeal is that my Husband is taking much advantage of the fact and so I don’t get out of putting away laundry or tiding around the house. I was hoping for at least a week break of this. I can say he’s been a wonderful support and I’m thrilled to know he loves them! He refers them as being “perfect” in which I have to agree! Not to big, not too small…just right and if you can imagine I’m in the mirror constantly looking and gazing in such awe over them! They are just so PERFECT!