Here we are with part 2 of my MYA journey and I’ve worked hard to get it uploaded as soon after surgery as I could.
So, if you’ve read my previous blog post regarding my MYA journey, followed me on any social media or guessed from the title, last week I underwent a breast reduction and mastopexy (a breast lift) and it’s the best decision I’ve ever made in my life.
I’m here to tell you the story of my surgery day – AKA The most terrifying yet exciting day of my life.
I was awake bright and early on the Saturday. Way before my alarm, determined to drink as much water as I possibly could before I had to stop drinking anything at 9am. My hospital admission time was at 11am, our Uber was booked for 10am and the nerves were kicking in more than ever. I felt sick, shaky, dizzy and was quite simply, shitting myself. However, the excitement was indescribable. My heart was bursting with anticipation and I couldn’t wait for this day to be over.
My phone was going crazy with messages of good luck constantly and this only made me more excited for what was about to happen. I also had messages of panic and worry from my lovely Mum who has up until this moment, never really had to worry about me during my 22 years of life. This whole journey has been terrifying for her but she’s been amazing throughout.
We arrived at the hospital in Fitzroy earlier than we needed to (better late than never!) and I was admitted quickly and showed to my room within 10 minutes. Right from the get go, every single member of staff at MYA have been nothing but incredible and they have made this whole scary and life-changing experience, as easy and stress-free as they possibly could.
The next few hours are a bit of a blur because everything happened SO quickly. Meg helped me into my flattering hospital gear and kept me at ease the entire time. She kept me calm in my moments of panic by making me laugh and kept me positive. I’m so glad she was with me as she was nothing short of the perfect chaperone from start to finish.
Multiple people came in and out of my room to prepare me for theatre, perform tests and checks, draw lines all over me and take my order for dinner that evening. By 12:15, I was walking out of my room, waving goodbye to Meg and reminding her to text my mum and heading into theatre. Everything all of a sudden felt SO real. This was it.
The lady who took me down to theatre was absolutely lovely and did a perfect job of keeping me relaxed whilst I was no doubt shaking like a leaf. I can’t for the life of me remember her name which is a shame as I’d love to email MYA about how great she was.
I was taken into the room where my surgery was happening and I was introduced to all of the anaesthetists who would be there throughout my op. They were all so warm mannered and friendly and instantly I knew I was in the safest hands possible. Whilst one guy prepped my arm for my cannula and spoke to me reassuringly the whole time, another guy was laughing and joking with me about my tattoos and before I knew it, an oxygen mask was being placed over my face.
Waking up from surgery was the strangest thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life. The first thing I said was ‘when’s my surgery?’ because I thought I’d just woken up from a casual nap so to be told that it had already happened was a bit of a shock! I remember just grabbing my chest and looking into my hospital gown and mumbling ‘oh yay they’ve gone’ to which the nurse chuckled. Again, my time in the recovery ward is a bit of a blur as I was drifting in and out of consciousness for a long time.
I was completely convinced that I was already back in my room and kept asking where Meg was because I wanted to make sure she knew I was okay and had texted my mum. The nurse looking after me, Monique (who was absolutely incredible and I cannot thank her enough for how she looked after me) looked so much like Meg that it confused me even more!
I was in recovery for about an hour and a half where they made sure I was comfortable, monitored my heart rate constantly and did their upmost to ensure I was relaxed and okay.
I was very lucky and didn’t suffer with any nausea which is something I was quite worried about. I did however, suffer really badly with the shakes and remember feeling like my whole body was convulsing whilst I was coming round. It was so odd! Monique kept checking that I wasn’t cold whilst keeping me calm as my shakes wore off. It’s a common side effect from anaesthetic and I was of course absolutely fine from it. They only lasted about 10 minutes! I also had an extremely dry mouth and was struggling to speak due to the tubes in surgery. The nurses gave me water with a straw regularly to help soothe my throat which felt like liquid gold to me at the time.
As they wheeled me into my room on my surgery bed at about 5:45, I remember asking if somebody had called Meg as all I could think about was her and my mum worrying as I’d been gone for so long. They told me that she was already inside waiting for me and I shouted down the corridor ‘HEY FRIEND’ because I was so happy to have her there in my drowsy and confused state.
She stayed with me until late that night making sure I was okay, ordered Gourmet Burger Kitchen for me because I had a craving for their chicken burger and got me anything I needed. I can’t thank her enough for taking care of me whilst I was at my absolute worst.
That night was the most broken night of sleep I’ve ever had. I was waking up every hour needing to pee, had a horrendous migraine and was so uncomfortable sleeping at such an angle. The nurses checked on me regularly by popping in and taking my blood pressure, heart rate and temperature before filling up my jug of water and leaving me for another hour or so. They were all so caring, kind and attentive and continually made sure I was okay and didn’t need anything. I was fine but I couldn’t wait to get home to bed.
Every time I woke up and I was led there unable to sleep, I couldn’t stop smiling. I was so unbelievably happy and instantly knew that this was the best decision I’ve ever made. I also breathed a huge sigh of relief because the hard part was over. Now it was time to do nothing for 2 weeks.
I’m gonna hit the pause button on my little story right there as otherwise this post will be 10 miles long and it’s already a hefty one.
If you liked reading this post and found it helpful or interesting, leave me a little comment and let me know! Documenting my journey is so important to me as when researching my procedure, I couldn’t find many stories or personal experiences online so I knew that I wanted to share my story. Even if my story helps only 1 person, thats my mission accomplished and I’ll be over the moon.
Make sure to follow my blog for part 3 of my journey if you enjoyed the read today. My next post will be all about my recovery, healing and 1 week post-op appointment.
Thank you so much for reading!
Until next time,