begining of a new life? I think yes!

As most of you know, to get a breast reduction has been on my

list TO DO: since I was fifteen. 

yep fifteen. Not many fifteen year old girls can say they

need a breast reduction. 

I did.that is for sure. 

the doctors didn't want to perform it until I was older. 

thank heavens, because I kept growing.

But then I turned 18. and I went to the doctor. 

"You are not in the grey area, this is a surgery that you need, without a doubt."

well thank you mr. man. I knew that and I didn't need to go to bazillion years of school. 

but at least he convinced my parentls. 

So now what? I can get the operation, Great!
how much?

8,250. 

holy niblets. 

that is so much money for a poor college student to come up with. 

mom and dad, wanna help?

nope. no extra money. 

okay well I was kinda stuck. I needed the surgery, and the money. 

So, I worked.... more hours then I was before. 

Then we decided to make a date. 

April 12, 2011

YAY!

a few days after my second semester got out. 

wait, that is in like, 4 months. I can't get that much money while going and paying for 

school!

Care Credit = A God of some kind. 

all cosmetic surgeries are required to be

payed for the day of. 

thank you care credit 

Care Credit is simply a credit card for cosmetic things. 

such as a boob job, or a dentist visit. Things that need to be payed for 

the day off. 

anyways, long story short

care credit saved me. 

I now owe them 5,700. 

already payed some off :)

and 1,000 to my parents. 

thanks for some help momma! and please, don't start interest with me :)

pre surgery, loose some weight. easy.

 not, my back will forever hate me for the countless times I went

to the gym with a huge rack haha. 

I worked, and worked. lots of work. 

I wanted to get as much money as I could to put towards the surg. 

day before:

I was so sick. 

coughing up a lung. 

sneezing

fever. 

it was bad. 

I guzzled orange juice.

guzzled. 

day of:

I was surprisingly better,

thank the heavens for that one!

I went in to the surgical center to have my procedure. 

Not the hospital. not sure why, but they were good. 

Pulled into the parking lot, a few minutes late, as usual.

mom: "did you bring some form of I.D, you need that to be admitted"

me: "um what. this is something I was just informed of, like.. just now, as we are 

an hour away from my purse."

mom: "oh crap."

me: "uh, ya"

walk in the door. 

first thing out of my mouth. 

"I don't have my license. 

or any form of ID

can I just call like 20 people in to testify that 

I am really Kayla Whipple."

check in lady: "uh.... thinks for a second, we will just let you in. you are lucky"

yes. I was lucky. 

I forgot my form of ID

and I was secretly sick. 

what a day already and it was only 7:20 am

here I am. No bra on, H.U.G.E

size H. 

yes that's right, size H, if not a tad bit larger. 

I look tired, and anxious. 

because I was.

they took my temp and made sure I was all healthy 

and ready to start. 

I was, and I still have no Idea how I passed that test, because when I woke up the next 

day I had a runny nose and was coughing again. haha

ouch. 

so I was all set, then we were just waiting on the surgeon. Dr. Mark E. Freemen. 

I would highly highly recommend him. to anyone.

He is so good. Suppa Fly. 

he drew on me. 

I was all purple from the marker. 

Like you see on the plastic surgery shows for the rich snobby people. 

haha, yep. I was like on a TV show. It was grand. 

and then, I realized... I was not even nervous. 

I was being so SO funny to all of the nurses. 

and my doc. 

and my mom, and of course to myself. 

Maybe that is how I deal with nerves?

nope. that is not, so I was just so super happy. 

haha

after he drew all over me in purple I laid down and the rolled me out

to the operation room. 

as I passed my new nurse friends I said, 

"guys, I am all purple, almost like a purple avatar or something. "

they died of laughter. 

:) we then decided that my name was now the party 

girl because obviously I enjoy a good time. 

Then came the operation room.

creepy. 

just like on the movies. 

(I think I watch too much tv)

I got on the operating bed. 

i looked up and around, and down, and it was just weird. 

let me remind you I was not on any drugs yet. 

haha. 

Then there were nurses everywhere. 

one at my feet, one at each arm

and the anesthesiologist at my head. 

I chatted for a second. Telling them I was the party girl. 

then the nurse at my right arm started talking at the same time as mr. anesthesiologist. 

bummer. because I couldn't listen to him tell me he was going to start the drugs. 

I just listened to the nurse telling me to put my arm a specific way and then

BAM

I was awake in the recovery room. 

3 and 1/2 hours ish later. 

no breast.

but all I could think of was water. 

give me water!
I am so parched. 

now now now!

that was what was going on in my head

but all that came out.

"weird noise, water pl..pl.ease."

BAM I was waking up in a different room. 

with my mom. 

an hour or so later. 

I don't know if you can hear me, because it was really one of the first times I woke up. 

and I was quiet. 

but I said, they called me the party girl in the operating room

then

out 

of

nowhere

i grabbed

my boobs. 

haha. 

I guess I was excited. 

then

BAM

I was waking up another time. 

supposedly this time I asked my mom,

more then three or four or five times. 

"what size am I?"

or, "I know I just asked you this, but what size am I?"

apparently I really wanted to know. 

and she was getting annoyed. 

i kinda remember 

then after that I was waking up. 

I don't remember really getting dressed or going pee. 

oh wait. I do remember that. 

I popped open my eyes and was like, 

I NEED TO PEE!

the nurse was like, I thought so, we just finished the fourth bag

of fluid. you should be needing to go. 

so she helped me up, as well as my mom

and I wobbled to the bathroom and right as I sat down on the

toilet i peed like there was no tomorrow. 

the nurse didn't even have time to leave. 

I just looked up and said, "sorry I couldn't wait"

haha she laughed. 

anyways I went to stay at my grandmas house. 

she was a good host. 

nice comfy bed made

endless supply of saltines, which I had to each every four hours with my pills. 

and even ice water. :)

i was kinda with it, kinda not. 

my mom texted my friends for me, I think haha

anyways here I am a few days later. 

almost a week. 

I have had several visitors and none of them can keep their eyes of me. it 

is rather silly. they just stare at my chest while they talk. 

:)

I am still bound to my bed pretty much. 

the surgery wiped me out good. 

I can sleep all day really. 

just wake my up to take my pills and then I am out again. 

I am eating more then saltines now. that took a few days. 

now I can eat almost a whole meal. 

I am slowly getting of the pain pills. 

just some in the morning and some at night. 

its nice. 

my boobs, look nasty. 

they are yellow. 

from bruising and the stitches are gross. 

but it is so cool. haha

right now I am a size D. 

I am super swollen and hard. 

they say that is what it is like when you are breast feeding?

anyways, I will hopefully (doc says) be a C in a few months 

after all the swelling is done. 

YAY!

from a size H to a size D. (C)

life changing. 

now I can go on with dance. 

honestly, they were a barrier before. 

but now, I can really dance. 

really move the way I am supposed to. 

I can get fit without hurting! 

I am so excited!
I will post a few pictures in a few months as well to show

how I am doing. 

This is how I sleep at night, all cuddled up. 

I am not allowed to sleep on my sides or stomach, for obvious reasons. 

so my back it is. 

which is SO HARD for me. 

I am a side sleepers. 

so my mom fixes my pillows all good and then I get my blanket on me

and then I get another blanket and put it by my face and snuggle my face

into the side like a baby does when they are sleeping. 

it has worked pretty good. 

I still wake up wishing I could roll over. 

but for now, I will live. 

here I am. 

this was yesterday. 

okay so I won't be offended if you can't tell a diff in this picture. 

pictures DO NOT do justice. at all. 

and I am still swollen. but once you see me in person you will be amazed. 

they took 4 and a half softball size amounts of tissue out total.

softballs are big. 

imagine four and a half of tissue. that's allot!

anyways, here I am.swollen and tired. hopefully you can kind of see a difference! 

and remember pictures don't really do justice for something like this!

(if you compare the first picture and the last picture, you will see how big of a change)