A mother of three finally gets the mommy makeover she’s always wanted, and is tired of people trying to keep their post-motherhood body struggles a secret.
I’m 38, a registered nurse, and in my free time I like to knit and read.
I have three boys and they were very big babies, no matter what kind of exercising I did I knew that the extra skin was never going to go away. It was something I was tired of thinking about, every time I got dressed I was worried about is someone going to see this pouch?
It was getting to the point where it was almost consuming, it wasn’t like I was afraid to leave the house or anything, but it was always on the back of my mind every time I got dressed, every time I had to go somewhere, every time I had to buy an outfit, it was there.
So my husband was like, “You’ve wanted this for so long, why don’t you just do it?” We’re a military family and every time I would think about doing it, something would come up: He was deployed, or we had to move, or I was in school there was always something. But this year my husband was just like, “Why don’t you just do it?” And I was like, “Why don’t I?”
I found my doctor through RealSelf, I couldn’t find anything bad that people had to say about him. Everyone loved the process from start to finish, I read through all the question and answers he responded to, and I looked through his before and after pictures. So I just decided to make a consultation with him to see what I thought and he was actually the only consult I did because once I met him I knew that I didn’t want anyone else to touch me.
Pregnancy and breastfeeding were pretty kind to my breasts, they were just very heavy because they were double D’s. I told my doctor that I wanted to look fuller, and he told me that if I wanted upper pole fullness I was going to need implants, but if I just wanted my natural breasts to be higher we can do a lift.
I thought about it and I just didn’t want any foreign things in my body, it just all seemed like a lot of trouble. I’ve always been large breasted, so maybe if I were an A cup or a B cup the thought of having larger breast would be more appealing but since I’ve always been large I just didn’t want the heaviness in my chest.
I didn’t get nervous until two days before surgery, because I kept myself so busy. Between working extra shifts, taking care of the kids, going grocery shopping to try and get everything set up, I really didn’t allow myself to think about it. Then once all that was done and everything was situated there was nothing left to do except think about, “Wow, you’re really going to do this.”
My initial thought when I first saw myself after surgery was, “why did I wait so long?” At first I was a little taken aback because it does look like you’ve been sawed in a half a little bit, but taking pictures every week helps. It’s funny because you are so worried about the scar, but do you want a scar that you can cover with bikini bottoms or do you want flab that’s going to hang over your bikini bottoms?
The hardest part of the recovery process is the swelling. Because even if you wake feeling okay, by the evening you feel like you are going to bust out of your stupid Spanx that they make you wear, it’s just awful. Having a tummy tuck is like childbirth, people can tell you what it’s like, but you don’t really know what it’s like until you’re there. You’re like, “Yeah, yeah it’s going to hurt, yeah, yeah it’s going to take some time to recover,” but you don’t know you’re going to be winded walking your kid to the bus, or I would joke that every hour of activity I would need an hour nap because I was so wiped out.
I think the recovery process is like a rollercoaster. Because when the surgery is first done and you can actually see the difference you’re like, “Wow this is great!” Then you feel like garbage. You just feel so tired and you can’t do the things you’re used to doing. I can’t lift my children, I can’t do my housework, I can’t go back to work. But then you have a couple days that are better, and then you have a day that’s not so great.
Having my husband’s help was invaluable. I read a lot about other women’s stories whose husbands got jealous that they were having surgery, or that they wouldn’t help out with the kids. That was really hard for me to relate to because he’s always been so supportive, if it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t have been able to do it.
He helped me with the kids, he made dinner, he emptied my drains, and he was my cheerleader. We have a trip planned, we’re going to go away and we were able to do it just the two of us, so whenever I’d say, “why did I do this? This is terrible.” He’d just say, “Stay focused, think of your bikini, think of June when we go away. It will all be worth it, you look great!”
There’s not a whole lot I wouldn’t have worn before, I would just suck in my stomach to the point where I would almost pass out. My biggest excitement is not having to hike my pants up high to tuck my fat in. As far as my breasts are concerned, I am looking forward to being able to wear backless , strapless or halter type dresses and not have to worry about wearing a bra.
I’ve always been very confident, and I think that comes with having a partner that is supportive. I’ve been married to my husband for 16 years and he’s never not made me feel sexy, now it’s just kicked up a notch. Now I have the same kind of confidence outside my house that I did inside my house.
People are usually quiet about plastic surgery, it’s very hush hush. But the first day I went back to work anyone who asked me I just told them, “Well to be honest with you I had a tummy tuck.” It’s funny because when you tell them, they are like, “Oh my gosh I want one too!” They ask you, “Who’s your doctor?” I want to see pictures!
It’s funny because it’s this thing that so many women go through, but no one wants to talk about it. They all want to stuff it into Spanx and forget about it. So I guess if there’s anything that I’m different about is just being more open about my body. Before I would have never admitted that I had this gut, but now I’m like do you want to see this before picture?
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