Natalya, breast augmentation by Belonogov L.I., St. Petersburg

Belonogov Lev Igorevich

Belonogov Lev Igorevich - leading plastic surgeon of the Clinic of Aesthetic Surgery and Cosmetology , Associate Professor of the Department of Plastic and Aesthetic Surgery of the St. Petersburg Medical Academy of Postgraduate Education (MAPO), Candidate of Medical Sciences, doctor of the highest category.

In 1978 he graduated from the Leningrad Pediatric Medical Institute. From 1978 to 1980 Studied clinical residency at the Department of Pediatric Surgery at LPMI. From 1980 to 1987 - plastic surgeon at the thermal injury clinic of the Military Medical Academy named after. CM. Kirov. From 1987 to 1992 — Assistant of the course of thermal injuries at the Leningrad State Institute for Advanced Training of Physicians. From 1992 to 1996 - Head of the Department of Reconstructive Surgery, Lecturer in the Department of Thermal Injuries of the Military Medical Academy named after. CM. Kirov. From 1997 to the present - Associate Professor of the Department of Plastic and Aesthetic Surgery at the St. Petersburg Medical Academy of Postgraduate Education.

Author of 80 scientific works, including 1 monograph, 4 chapters in monographs and manuals for doctors, 5 textbooks for medical students, 2 inventions.

Along with the clinical work of L.I. Belonogov is actively involved in scientific and pedagogical activities. The scope of his scientific interests is very diverse and includes a wide range of operations in the field of plastic and aesthetic surgery : from surgical correction of scar deformities of the integumentary tissue to reconstruction of the mammary glands after mastectomy.

Special attention to L.I. Belonogov devotes his time to studying methods for removing excess subcutaneous fat deposits. Back in 1990, he was one of the first in our city to perform mechanical hardware liposuction . Since 1992, he has been a popularizer of syringe lipoaspiration; later (in 1999-2002) he actively introduced ultrasound liposuction . Having summarized the experience of 300 similar operations, L.I. Belonogov clarified the indications for ultrasound liposuction , which was the reason for S. S. Mosoyan, a graduate student of the Department of Plastic and Aesthetic Surgery of MAPO, to write a dissertation research on the topic “Comparative assessment of ultrasound and mechanical liposuction .”

In recent years, L.I. Belonogov, together with other clinic staff, is studying the effect of liposuction on fat, carbohydrate metabolism, hormonal and cytokine status. On this topic in 2007, student L.I. Belonogova Yu.V. Shcheglova (Slepneva) successfully defended her Ph.D. thesis. Together with Professor B.A. Paramonov and V.A. Isaev, 5 years ago he developed an original method of free fat tissue transplantation, which made it possible to significantly increase the survival rate of fat grafts during lipofilling.

Research activities of L.I. Belonogov combines with active operational activities. Only in the “ Clinic of Aesthetic Surgery and Cosmetology ” he personally performs more than 400 reconstructive plastic and aesthetic operations . Being one of the recognized specialists in the field of breast surgery , L.I. Belonogov generously shares his experience with young specialists, performing demonstration operations in medical institutions and centers in St. Petersburg and other cities of our country.

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Natalya, breast augmentation by Belonogov L.I., St. Petersburg

Heavy load

Even as a child, looking at me, everyone said to my mother: “Wow, what a pretty figure your girl has!”

Indeed, nature gave me a body without skimping - flexible, slender, with thin bones and dark skin. However, at the age of 16, I began to understand more and more clearly that there was definitely something missing in my figure... Especially at this tender age, with a psyche that has not yet fully strengthened, people perceive their shortcomings most acutely and painfully. From here complexes are born that live with us for quite a long time, sometimes throughout our lives. It was precisely this complex that settled in my head when one fine day I fully realized that my breasts would no longer become larger than the first size!

Often, looking at myself in the mirror, I asked myself the question: “Where is the justice? Everything seems perfect and harmonious, but there are no breasts. Other girls have it, but I was deprived by the whim of nature...” My mother then, I remember, reassured me: “Moscow was not built right away! You're only 16. You'll live to be 25, give birth to a baby, and you'll immediately look at yourself differently. You will have everything... including breasts!” Exactly 8 years have passed since that moment. As they say, during this time I “built a house”, “planted a tree”, and gave birth to a son. But the problem of small breasts has not gone away. Even worse, it took root in my head, settled there like an unbearable weight and pressed me from the inside day after day.

This happened after I stopped breastfeeding. When it was filled with milk, rounded and sticking out provocatively, I kept spinning in front of the mirror, contemplating my increased charms, and prayed to God that it would stay that way for the rest of my life. Only then did I realize the beauty of full breasts. When there is no need to wear a foam bra, when you feel this pleasant, and therefore unforgettable, heaviness of your chest and trembling when walking. When you can easily form a hollow between your breasts and you are not ashamed to put on a tight jacket.

But all this is in the past. After feeding, I became the same again and my 2.5 size, obeying the merciless order of nature, shriveled up to its original size - first.

It was then that the idea of ​​plastic surgery began to form in my mind. At first, a small and stunted embryo: I tossed and wondered “is it worth it”, weighed all the “pros and cons”. Then, a firm and confident sprout: I began calling clinics, watching programs on the topic, reading relevant literature. And finally, my idea turned into a strong, spreading tree, taking deep roots: I visited Katerina’s forum, talked with those who had already done THIS, and rushed into battle - for a consultation with surgeons! The first four doctors did not impress me. I wanted something different - unconditional understanding with the surgeon and, most importantly, instant sympathy and trust. Often in such cases I relied on my intuition, which has been true to me throughout my life. I knew that if I liked the doctor right away, he was my surgeon!

And finally, it happened.

Quite by accident, while scrolling through Panorama TV in the evening, I came across a small advertisement for a clinic engaged in aesthetic surgery and cosmetology. Then everything is banal and simple: I dialed the number, lit a cigarette and prepared to listen to another beautiful, always polite and professionally savvy voice of the administrator. That's exactly what happened. The only difference was that the woman on the line provided me with complete information about the financial side of the issue and was absolutely not intrusive.

The next day I was already sitting in the small and homely office of the above-mentioned clinic, and looked at my future sculptor with curiosity.

I understood at first sight that it was he who would sculpt my breasts. Lev Igorevich Belonogov, Associate Professor of the Department of Plastic and Aesthetic Surgery at MAPO, seemed to me a charming, wise, open, patient and 100% self-confident person. The caring and accessible way he answered my questions finally confirmed my decision. I especially liked that he was not lazy even to illustrate his answers, unlike other doctors who are always in a hurry. The consultation lasted one and a half hours. On the way home, I sentimentally thought that I couldn’t even believe that I had finally “dropped anchor.” Now all that was left to do was to prepare mentally, get tested and discuss the date of the operation.

And then an unexpected hitch occurred.

A small digression: I have been interested in astrology since I was 12 years old. Not a professional, just an amateur. From my own experience, I know that many people do not believe in horoscopes and signs (or do not want to believe), but this does not touch the heavenly bodies at all, and they still make us dance to their tune. I took this law seriously and chose a simple path for myself: follow the rules of the planets and everything will be OK! In medicine this is no exception, because the future condition of the patient and, in fact, the result of the operation itself may depend on the date of the operation. (IMHO).

Therefore, I resolutely began to calculate the date of the future operation. After three hours of painstaking work, I came to the conclusion: I won’t have any breast surgery in the next 2–3 months! A successful and promising date absolutely did not want to coincide with my menstrual cycle, or fell on a full moon or an eclipse.

March has finally blessed me! Despite the rather difficult month, it was quite acceptable for me. Especially the 23rd.

So, on March 16, at a follow-up consultation, Belonogov and I discussed the details: we decided to install a round Silimedov implant (the surgeon, for some reason, recommended this particular manufacturer), 255 cc, high profile (this is directly my choice).

On the 23rd, I flew like plywood over Paris, as the queue was a week ahead. I had to choose another date. After agreement and much thought, we decided to do it on the 31st! Not the best day, but... it was too late to make any serious calculations.

The hour has struck.

March 30 (the day before the operation): In the morning the administrator (or whatever they are called) called and in a cheerful voice reminded me of tomorrow’s visit to the clinic. I thought, apparently, that I had forgotten...

Ha-ha-ha, you’ll forget how it is when, throughout the whole week, giant tits visit you in your dreams and mutter in your ear: “Soon! Very soon, baby! In the evening I collected all the necessary things: a robe with a zipper (to make it easy to fasten), slippers (white) - a joke, and personal hygiene items.

I washed off the nail polish (as it should be) and generally cleaned myself up before... a long journey into the unknown. And went to bed. It’s better not to describe how I slept and what I dreamed about. Hehehehe.

March 31 (fateful day): I think I'm crazy! There is a mess going on in my head, my hands are shaking with small tremors, and my teeth are tap-dancing. Everything is OK, that's how it should be. This is a healthy reaction for a normal person expecting surgery for the first time. My husband, his face twisted with worry, stayed at home with the child, and I proudly walked to the bus stop. In 15 minutes of waiting for transport, my pack was empty of 4 cigarettes... I was at the clinic at exactly 10:00. They greeted me warmly and smiled, as if it was not an operation but a friendly tea party.

It all happened somehow very quickly, I didn’t even have time to savor the feeling of anticipation! They brought me into the room and helped me undress. I really liked the ward. Clean, cozy, fresh, TV on the bedside table, comfortable beds and white blinds. There is a toilet with a shower right in the room and a closet for things too. Pleasant and homely atmosphere. Then Belonogov photographed me for good old memory from different angles (for the tombstone, probably)... the black humor sparkles (sorry, emotions).

Then I was sent to the shower. There I rinsed with Citeal (an antibacterial and antiseptic agent). While I was waiting for the doctor, I got into a conversation with a neighbor (they were just about to discharge her). An aunt of about 38 years old with a pleasant appearance. She's a doctor herself. She says that she had Belonogov’s surgery many times and was always satisfied. She said that he has golden hands and that he makes the seams completely invisible. Well, this calmed and pleased me.

Before I had time to finish the sentence, the subject of our discussion came and, telling some funny stories, began to “paint” me with his magic felt-tip pen, which smelled strongly of acetone. Then everything unfolded at the speed of light. The anesthesiologist gave me all the details of his work and an outline of what he would do with me. Moreover, he chattered so much that he did it in 60 seconds. Of everything he listed, I only remembered this: they would inject me in the buttock with some kind of rubbish so that I would relax. Then they will take me to the operating room, inject me again (this time into a vein), then I will begin to disconnect from reality and then they will shove this nasty tube down my throat.

That's how it all happened. After the nurse gave the injection in the butt, I also ran to the toilet (in the room) to smoke, chatted on the phone with my husband and my head started spinning! After 5 minutes, an anesthesiologist and a nurse came for me and led me under white little hands into the operating room. This is where I got scared.

I always assumed that the operating room was something like something out of a Hitchcock movie: a wide, aluminum, cold table and lots and lots of blood... bandages and used medications everywhere... In reality, everything turned out differently. It’s clean, not scary at all, and everything is green: sheets, curtains, lamps and everything else. In the corner on the nightstand is a tape recorder, droning some cheerful composition (thankfully, it’s not a funeral march)! I smiled to myself and curiously began to turn my head in search of “used scalpels and clamps.” But they quickly threw me onto the operating table and inserted a catheter into a vein, baiting me with funny anecdotes along the way.

When I realized that Uncle Morpheus was slowly pulling me by the hand into his sleepy kingdom, all the questions that interested me instantly popped up in my head, but I only had time to ask the anesthesiologist one. It sounded something like this: “Can I ask you the stupidest question? Tell me, has anyone ever woken up during an operation?” An explosion of laughter erupted above me... The anesthesiologist and the others wiped away their tears. But I still heard the answer: “Don’t worry, until we decide it’s time, you won’t wake up! Until you fall asleep, we won’t let the surgeon near you!” After this phrase I fell into a deep sleep. No, I didn’t even fall through, but as if I slowly fell onto a feather bed and drowned in it - I remember that feeling.

I don’t remember anything after that. Belonogov later said that they pushed me around in the operating room, I was coughing a lot (I remembered this), then they took me on a gurney to the ward and put me to bed. I slept for about another hour, then woke up so cheerful, as if there was no anesthesia, no operation itself, no worries. I met a nurse (a taciturn, but very polite and neat girl). She inquired about my health status and gave me a couple of injections.

Towards evening, Belonogov himself visited me, fresh, cheerful and happy, as if he had just won a million dollars in the lottery. I was always surprised how a surgeon manages to smile so charmingly, gesticulate, be interested in the patient’s condition after a hard day at work, and explain and explain something all the time.

We talked with him for about 40 minutes, maybe more. Lev Igorevich noted that I am a flint girl and everything went well. She didn’t whine before the operation, and didn’t swear during it (he shared with me that many patients under anesthesia mutter, and some even swear so much that the surgeons’ hair stands on end). After the operation, she also behaved decently, did not row... We also talked about the meaning of life and surgery in the world. In fact, already on the first day I was calmly moving my arms, jogging, smoking, texting friends and eating. By the way, on a tray they brought me a portion that (by my standards) could feed three! I had trouble sleeping because I was not used to sleeping on my back.

At 8 am I was already awake and looking for something to do with myself. Of course, there was discomfort in the chest area, but it was so small that it was beneath me to notice it. The only thing that was difficult was breathing. At 11 Belonogov came again, checked my well-being and took me for a dressing. I carefully peeled off the patches and took out the drainage tubes (quite tolerable). Then he covered me again with some long bandages and fastened the compression garment tighter. The most interesting thing is that when he did something, I didn’t feel any pain or discomfort at all. And in the future, on dressings and removing stitches too! Either he has such hands, or this is how it should be...

At exactly 12 o'clock, my pale and haggard husband came for me (poor thing, it seems he was more worried than I was) and took me home! I won’t say that I was so impatient to leave, because... I felt comfortable in the room.

Epilogue

Girls, at the end of my story I want to say. I don't regret what I did one bit. In reality, it turns out that everything is not as terrible as in our wild fantasies.

I don’t know what awaits my breasts in the future (although Belonogov assures me with a good-natured smile that EVERYTHING WILL BE EXCELLENT). But I know that life is an unpredictable thing... And yet I am filled with happiness and pride for myself and my current breasts. And I sincerely believe the words of the one who helped me feel like a plus-size woman!