Now before you get all up in arms about this post, I have to admit that it isn’t as bad as it sounds. There are many people who will read my title and think that I have lost my mind or that I am promoting child porn or even porn which to some people is bad enough. The truth is, after having 5 kids – I have DREAMED about a boob job for years and I finally did it – not for my husband, not for my kids, not for anyone but MYSELF!
I’m not going to get too graphic as this is a child/parent friendly site but to paint a picture for you – do you remember people referring to tennis balls in wet socks?? Well that is EXACTLY what my “girls” looked like after 5 kids. I’m 41, just hitting mid-life and supposedly this is to be the best time of my life! How could this be when I was having to live a lie by wearing the biggest push-up bras I could find?! Wanting to fill out that sexy little body con dress with my womanly curves but having to pretend that I had this amazing looking bust when it was nothing more than a hoax?!
Take a deep breath and follow along with me.
Now let me please address the topic of “loving myself as is” as I know that there are many of you women AND men out there who are wondering why I can’t just embrace and love my body the way it is. That is an inner war that I’ve had with myself for YEARS!
As a TWEEN, I started puberty earlier than other girls my age and therefore started to fill out faster than many of my friends. I had to wear a bra before many girls my age and I’ll admit it, I enjoyed having curves. I grew very attached to them. No, they weren’t the ONLY things that made me the girl and then the woman that I grew into but they were a part of me – just like any of my other body parts, the difference being that they were and are a big part of how I identify as a female.
I was born with a lot of JUNK IN MY TRUNK – I have a BIG BUTT and I cannot lie! At times throughout my life, I’ve hated it but I’ve grown to accept it. Along with my ample behind, I have large thighs which I have also come to accept although they are a pain in the BUTT when it comes to buying skinny jeans, let me tell you. I have flat feet, I’m big-boned and I have big pores on my face and I could go on. BUT, I also have really great thick hair, long elegant fingers, cute toes, nicely shaped ears, good teeth and a great smile. You take the good with the not so good.
I have 5 children and I’ve always wanted to be a MOM! Since I was a girl, I wanted to have a baseball team with lots of little “she” and “he’s” running around underfoot. 5 ended up being a good number for me.
Now as most of you know, with pregnancy and birth comes SIGNIFICANT changes to a woman’s body. I have a ton of stretch marks which I wouldn’t change for anything as they are my badge of honour. I have a little “tummy” that I could probably get rid of if I went to the Gym 6 days a week and did a million sit-ups a day – but I don’t want to.
The last body change post-pregnancy was the sagging of my breasts.
I lived with them after the 3rd and 4th pregnancies but after the 5th – I had made up my mind. I had given my body to my babies for 45 months and now it was time for mommy to take it back.
Of course the horror stories of all the women who have had botched breast augmentations and medical complications was first and foremost on my mind but fear is fueled by lack of knowledge and so I went and did as much research on the subject as I could. I made a list and wrote down every concern that I had and every question that I couldn’t find an answer to. I then researched all of the plastic surgeons local to me and across Ontario and narrowed it down to 5 of the best in their field.
I made appointments to have face to face consultations with all 5 of the doctors and discussed the procedures with each of them. I had them answer each of my questions and address each of my concerns as I took extensive notes. I then went home and did more research to find out about the experience from the perspective of the women who had had breast augmentations and how they felt about their journey post-operatively.
All of this research and information helped me to make my final decision about whether I wanted to go through with it and ultimately whether I COULD go through with it. This decision was not taken lightly and wasn’t made on a whim. It took me 6 months from deciding that I wanted to look into the surgery right up until the minute before the Anesthesiologist put me under while lying on the operating table, for me to make the final decision. I was 99.9% sure a month before the surgery but there is always that .1% doubt that lurks in the back of your mind.
The surgery went well with no complications. The recovery was fairly quick and the pain wasn’t that bad compared to the pain of natural childbirth. But the best part of it all was that once I had finished healing – I ABSOLUTELY LOVED the way my breasts looked!!
I had made the right decision for ME and I would do it over in a heartbeat!!
The icing on the cake though is that my hubby loves them maybe even more than I do AND my littlest Angel was never a cuddler since the time he was born but after I had my girls done, he became an instant cling on!! Now his favourite place in the world is cuddled up in mommy’s arms, tucked up against my chest and that to me makes it ALL worth it!
No, I didn’t have them done at Christmas – actually last spring but they were my early Christmas present. They are also VERY COSTLY so they will be my Christmas presents for the next 10 years and I’m TOTALLY fine with that!!
Breast augmentation or any kind of plastic surgery isn’t for everyone and I am in no way suggesting that because this was the right decision for me, that it is the right decision for anyone else. Any kind of surgery poses many risks including potential complications that could lead to death and so should not be taken lightly.
Just some food for thought over the holiday season.
All the best from our home to yours!