When I moved from my old blog to my new one I did it for one reason – to track my journey whilst being as honest and upfront about what I experience.
In a few days I will be travelling to Sydney for surgery. I am having a breast lift as well as breast augmentation surgery.
I have always wanted to get my breasts enhanced. Growing up I was an A-B cup until I started taking the Pill where I grew to a D and then eventually calmed down to a C and I loved them.
Enter, Bella. The first thing to change when I fell pregnant was my chest. They looked amazing and I had absolutely no complaints. Then they continued to grow and stretch and by the time my milk came in, I’d grown to an E. That’s when they stopped being fun. I remember getting out of my hospital bed to use the bathroom and catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Hair dirty and slicked back, no makeup, an empty jiggly post pregnancy tum and huge boobs all covered in a jersey tank with horizontal stripes. I looked terrible. All that was missing were tabacco stained fingers, holes in my track pants from dragging on the ground through the bus interchange where I hang and a cigarette hanging out of my mouth.
My milk soon calmed down but I remained an E for the duration of my feeding. Following Bella’s 6 month vaccinations, something changed. My milk was no longer enough and she was feeding all day and night every hour on the hour. We soon had to transition her to formula to keep her fuller for longer. By 10 months, I’d stopped breastfeeding altogether and I’ve since been left with the leftovers dangling off my rib cage. Not cute.
Before the separation, we’d planned on falling pregnant again by Bella’s second birthday so I was happy to wait until baby #2 did its damage and then look at fixing what’s left. Now that that plan is out the window, I have decided to fix it and deal with the need for a touch up should another kid happen in the future.
So that’s where we are. I have plenty of friends/mums who want to do the same or have already and plenty who are against. I’m doing this for me and me alone and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.
I’m trying not to be nervous. I have put my body through a lot over the years (through C-sections, tattoos and body piercings) and survived and I’m praying this time goes just as well. I’m entrusting Jessica 2.0 with the team at Esteem Cosmetic Studio. They’ve been so supportive so far – even conducting my initial consultation with a crazy 2 year old who started off watching Frozen and then moved on to seeing which implants made the best pillows…
I will be documenting my surgery for those who want to read about it and for those who don’t, skip to another post.