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Within a few weeks Mr. O was “better”. His constant diarrhea had stopped,  he was sleeping better and in fact, he’d had a few nights of only being up in the night a few times, instead of the usual five or six times. Life seemed to be getting better for him. I was dealing with my exhaustion, but still felt like there was something more happening with my own body. I decided it was time that I took a trip to the doctor myself. I suggested to the doctor (who wasn’t my family doctor) to have my thyroid levels checked. You see, hypothyroidism runs in my family and both my mother and my grandmother have it. I knew that I was so exhausted and at this point, I felt like I was unable to cope with even the smallest things. I would find myself crying several times a day and I just felt like my life, even thought it was slightly better with Mr. O being “better”, was still so hard to cope with. So, off I went and this particular doctor told me that I probably had a classic case of the baby blues and not to worry, they would go away in time. He didn’t want to do the simple blood test to check my thyroid levels, but I persevered and insisted that he did. He warned me before giving me the paper that 99% of cases like mine were just the baby blues or postpartum depression and that it was silly to be doing this blood work. I went and had the blood work done and I waited. Within two weeks I was called back to his office and he told me …”well, I almost never get to tell women in  your circumstances that you do have hypothyroidism.” I was overjoyed … I mean I had felt like total garbage for so long, I didn’t even know what it was like to feel “normal” again. I wanted to slap him and say “I told you so”, but yeah … I didn’t. I started on my medication that day and felt better slowly. Our family continued on like this for some time … months. I had started Mr. O on fortified rice milk and felt better about the whole calcium thing. We stayed away from dairy completely. Life just went on for us. And so, after several months, we decided that #2 should come along. I mean, we’d had a few nights of decent sleep … and why not? #2 couldn’t be as difficult or as “colicky” as Mr. O ….. boy, were we wrong!

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I'm a Stay At Home Momma learning to navigate all the CRAZINESS that goes along with it! I have 4 kids, including 4 year old twin boys, and I've learned to live a HAPPY and HEALTHY life.

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