The Procedure
(Disclosure: This is the part where the easily queasy should stop reading.) The area was sterilized, and he injected directly above each areola with local anesthesia. He then took a large syringe with a cannula attached to it — those are those superthick needles seen on reality television shows — filled it with saline, and injected it slowly into my breast at the previous injection site. I couldn't feel anything at first except the cannula moving around (no pain whatsoever!), but as Dr. Rowe slowly forced the saline in, everything started to feel really, really taut. Not painful, just very weird. Think of the skin as a balloon being filled with air (or saline, as the case may be), then imagine being able to feel that. I felt slightly panicky, but the doctor and nurse assured me I was doing fine, explaining anxiety was a common side effect of epinephrine, the local anesthesia they used. As Katy Perry's "Dark Horse" and Maroon 5's "Animal" played from the radio, I reminded myself that I couldn't chicken out after just one breast was enhanced.
At the end of the 30-minute procedure, my measurements had gone from 32-inch band, 33-inch midbust to 32-inch band, 35.5-inch midbust, which Dr. Rowe declared a "small C." He had injected 250 ccs of saline into each breast, the total equivalent of a Poland Spring water bottle. To get to a true C cup, he told me that he would have had to add an additional 100 ccs in each breast, but he held back because I was getting antsy during the treatment.
Source: Emily Orofino
