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The Twins are Here

I had several people who read this who asked for more details so for those of you who have no interest in my new breasts, skip this post.  I won't blame you.  

I went in at 8 am and had surgery at 9.  We were in the car driving home by 10:45.  I initially felt some tightness around my chest from the muscles being stretched, but have had no discomfort since coming home.  I took one norco for pain and I'm icing the girls every 2 hours.  I've been lying down because I'm supposed to but I feel like I could easily tolerate mild activity.  

For those who are local, I used Dr. Justin Jones at Waterford plastic surgery.  He came highly recommended as the best in the state for this from a pa friend who works in the field and an anesthesiologist friend who has worked with a lot of plastic surgeons.  I had several consults but chose him because he was very thorough, and had amazing before and after pictures.  

We did silicone gel implants under the muscle so they don't interfere with mammograms and look more natural.  I chose 355 cc to bump me from my current large A to a full C.  They look like my nursing boobs already!  

So, I'm already pleased that I went through with it and I look forward to seeing how they settle over the next few months.  Woo-hoo for a better body and more self confidence in a swimsuit!

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  1. Nice! Glad you are doing well!!!!

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  2. Thanks for the info! So glad you are doing well!

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  3. I can see how thrilled you are about undergoing the surgery. Self confidence comes from within, but it's only fair that you are the one in control of where all that confidence comes from. I just know that I am happy that you are pleased with the results. I hope that your confidence has been increasing day by day. All the best to you! :)

    Byron Brewer @ Knight and Sanders

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