In the morning I had a shower, washed my hair, used an antibacterial soap for my body.
I wasn't allowed to use any face/body moisturiser or deodorant or make up, which felt unnatural as it's my morning routine for years. I couldn't eat 6 hrs before and drink anything 2hrs before admission. Because of excitement and anxiety I was up at 4am, so had a glass of water then.
At the hospital I was shown to my room, was given a hospital gown (the one that leaves your backside exposed), foam slippers, paper panties, paper hat for my hair. I was asked to change into that and also to give a urine sample to check for pregnancy. Apparently if you do turn up being pregnant the surgery would be cancelled.
A nurse asked me loads more questions of a form, things like allergies, medical history, times of last meal, drink, shower, which I had to sign at the end.
Then the surgeon came in with all my notes and a small camera and name stickers, which was amusing. As he said "I need to know who's who" :)
We discussed the implant size again. From my first post, you would already know that we were unsure of which size I should have or the position of it. Again he said to me why did I want such a big size, 500 is too big for my frame. I had to laugh and said to him "It was you who recommended that size, however, I don't want them Huge, and I want them under the muscle". He asked me why I'm insisting to have them under. So I told him that it would bother me if I end up with visible rippling. And I asked what size he recommends because I trust his decision, if he can put them under the muscle then great, even if smaller, and if he can't and has to put them Over, that's also OK.
He said 400cc would be better and he will go and check the stock in a minute. He then drew on me (see pictures)
Then he said he will send the anaesthetist in for a chat.
The anaesthetist was an older man, very thin, very happy with a slow lazy speech, he kept saying "oh, don't worry about iiittt!" He was funny:) He had his own forms, and questions, informed me it's general anaesthesia ..told me to sign the consent form for that as well.
By 8:30am I was escorted upstairs by a nurse, to a small room where 2 anaesthetists asked me to climb onto a bed. One of them put a plastic tube in a vein on my left hand (I was asked if I'm right-handed). The other one was sticking round soft pads all over my arms, I assume for monitoring purposes. Then the first one said he's putting some painkillers in first (I wasn't looking), then he said I will feel a freezing sensation going up my arm and then I will go to sleep any minute now. I just asked them to look after me, at which I got another "Don't wooorryy about iiiit" lol. I had about enough time to ask the other doctor if under his hat its dreadlocks I can see...he said yes..he was in his 50s..then I was gone.
I woke up gradually, heard my name being called by the anaesthetists. Then I saw the doctor showing me my old implants cleaned up in a box. He said " they were 245cc-250cc and natural shape". Then they got me to my room, my husband was waiting there. Moved me onto the bed. I was waking up in pain.. I was under for about 3 hours. I woke up with a full corset from under the bust to my knees and breast strapped.
The surgeon came to see me when I woke up a bit more. He said he gave me 400cc HP under the muscles, my old implant on the right was rotated as he suspected, and also the pectoral muscle on my left was weaker than normal. He said that one or two strings of muscle fibres were missing; either because they were accidentally damaged during my first operation, or I was born with them missing in the first place. He said it happens..it's not a problem as it's never prevented me from working out or anything.
I asked if he had to do any liposuction and how many stitches he needed to repair my abdominals, he said previously he might need to do lipo when close-down the incision and will repair the muscles. He said he didn't need to do lipo, but I lost about 450g of skin&fat off my tummy and he stitched my muscles from top to bottom and back again, like a "zip" he laughed.
As I was in great deal of pain, they gave me some strong pain killer as a pill, which made me really drowsy. I was hooked up to a machine which was monitoring my blood pressure, and oxygen saturation. If the saturation goes below 97% it sounds an alarm. Every time I was drifting off to sleep I had shortness of breath and funny enough the machine would sound the alarm. I was desperate to sleep, in pain, strapped up in a Very tight corset and scared to drift off. They put on an oxygen mask on for a while, which helped. I slept a bit...Later on they got me some toast and cup of tea. I had some toast, and water..didn't want the tea. At one point I had a wave of nausea but managed to get over it. The nurses brought me a fan in the room as there was no air-con in the room, and about 27 degrees of heat. The windows were open constantly and the fan was helping a bit.
The first trip to the toilet was an adventure. I had to be helped up by a nurse and my husband, put onto a chair, wheeled to the bathroom and helped onto it. I thought I was going to faint and be sick at the same time. It passed.But they decided to give me an anti-sickness drug into the vein. I still had the plastic tube in my left hand since the surgery. After that I managed to sleep without setting off the alarm for a few hours. Soon after that they took the machine off.
By this point my husband was getting very bored, he was talking to me and I was drifting in and out of sleep without much interaction. But he was there till the late evening when he has gone back to the hotel to have some food and sleep.
They gave me another stronger drug and I slept another few hours.
I think I woke up about 8am, and after a trip to the loo again I drifted off for another couple of hours.
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