Hang in there, this is a long one today!
Five Years Ago:
I was the mom to a beautiful little boy Jack, almost 3, and my adorable daughter, Molly, freshly turning 1! We lived in Katy, Texas, my husband had a great career, I was staying home and loving my first year of being just a mom! I also had found out we were expecting baby number 3, now known as Will! His pregnancy was my toughest because I had the 3 and 1 year old, plus it was so hot and humid in Texas, and I was sick almost my entire pregnancy. As in eat, get sick, repeat. After every meal. He was worth every trip to the bathroom, and I thought those days were over, but I know now that I developed Celiac during his pregnancy, causing all of those frequent trips! Which also means, my hypothyroidism began around then too! BTW: No clue! Just blamed pregnancy! Whoops!
Three Years Ago:
Three kids, ages 5, 3, and 1, and just lost baby number 4. Yep, had a miscarriage three years ago, but I didn't share it on here or with a lot of people, just close friends and a few family. The hardest thing I've ever gong through and I admire those who talk about their own lose but I was not in a good place. I've just recently come to terms with the lose but still want to keep that private.
I started going to a new ob/gyn because I was not a fan of the one who delivered Will, switching doctors changed my life and my health! After I lost the baby, I struggled with losing weight, even though I was only a few months into the pregnancy, I had gained about 10 pounds. Plus the 10 pounds I needed to lose from Will, so that was 20 pounds over my normal weight! Yikes!
I started on medicine, working out, and really taking care of myself! Well, I did 2/3 of that...medicine and working out, both helped but I wasn't fully taking care of myself, not eating healthy, sleeping enough, stressed out about everything or feeling very overwhelmed...not good!
Two Years Ago:
We found out we were moving and I'll be honest, I wasn't that excited about moving home. I really, truly loved our life in Texas. Yes, I just admitted I was super stressed or overwhelmed, well, I was! Life was getting to me, pressure from school and other parents, involvement in two mom's groups
Well, life marched on, I started exercising occasionally, I started feeling better, the weather turned warmer, we went to Colorado
I went to a party with a great friend of mine and one of her friends asked me how fair along I was in my pregnancy. This statement rocked my world because I was NOT pregnant!**
After that night, I was bummed and down, again, and just felt hopeless on my life. What's the point in dieting or exercising, when I only maintain the same weight I was when I gave birth to Will?! Those extra 20 pounds were not going anywhere and now people thought I was pregnant. I was sad, depressed, overweight, and everything I turned to get me happy, weren't helping me feel happy...but I was depending on coffee, wine, shopping to make me happy, and it would for a bit, but not for long. Not good!
On Will's first day of speech, I met Lori who's daughter was in speech with Will! Great! We had a great talk while the kids were gone and we somehow got talking about hypothyroidism!
Later that month, on my birthday, I went to this doctor and within ten minutes, she told me I had Hasimoto's and Celiac disease, without looking at an ounce of blood work, just talking to me! I went to get blood drawn and waited...and guess who was right?!! That followed with an appointment to the GI, a scoop and a new lifestyle!
I'll get into more detail about Hashimoto's in my next post! Thanks for reading!!
**Side note: Never, ever, ever ask someone this question! Ever! So rude, so inconsiderate, and it does no good for anyone if they are NOT pregnant! We've all done it, I asked a girl at my high school reunion, we just need to learn not to repeat it ever again! You never know about fertility, can't get pregnant, don't want to get pregnant, miscarriage, or just fat. It ruined my fun night, it's sad that I let one sentence do that to me, but it did. If you want to ask or are unsure, just don't, resist the urge and don't say anything! It's polite and show's you have class, something I wish I had when I asked that poor girl at my reunion!