I’ve been putting off writing this post because I’ve been trying to track down a photo of myself that was taken in High School of me standing next to a County Road DD sign in Wisconsin. I didn’t track it down though, so I’m moving on
As a kid who was a bit oversexualized, I always wanted large breasts. Oh the little we know when we’re young. Right? But, my wish came true and shortly into HighSchool I soared into the DD territory and loved it. When I was in college, and continuing to grow, sporting an F or G cup, my sister, just slightly larger than myself, had a breast reduction. I didn’t really understand back then, because I couldn’t imagine wanting them to be smaller. But I knew that she was having back issues and that it was a good decision for her. It did, however, make me wonder if I’d ever get to that same point. I didn’t have any pain, so I didn’t think I would.
After Magnus was born and my milk came in, I measured a J cup. That’s when my opinion started to change. My breasts were so large, I worried about smothering him when feeding. They were 2-3x the size of his head. They were growing close to the size of my own head. Additionally, I had started seeing a chiropractor on a regular basis for upper and lower back pain. At this point, because of my desire to have another child and to continue breastfeeding, a reduction wasn’t even on the table. But I did start thinking that maybe after both kids were done breastfeeding, it would be a good thing to consider.
Then Corvus came. Within a few weeks of delivery my breasts hit an L cup. I was embarrassed by them. When shopping, it took forever to find a shirt that minimized them. This was such an odd feeling for me because I used to like showing them off. I would wear low cut shirts proudly. Not so much anymore. At 18 months, Corvus surprised me by refusing to nurse. “No Boo”. I kept offering for a couple of weeks not sure if it were a strike or if he just decided to be done. We had already weaned down to a feed or two each day. But that was it. He stopped when he was ready.
This opened an opportunity much earlier than I had originally anticipated. It meant I could start looking into a reduction. It was almost surreal to think that the time was nigh.
I asked around for referrals and ended up calling Witzke Plastic Surgery in Edina for a consultation. John and I went out there in August, and although I could tell he was nervous, he kept reassuring me that if this was what I wanted he was on board. We sat and talked with the surgeon who assured us that I was an excellent candidate and wouldn’t have any problems with insurance covering the procedure. I set my sights on a November surgery (after the musical I was going to be auditioning for), and started the pre-approval process.
More on that in the next blog.
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