Over-weight, newborns, sleeping disorders, you name it, I was afflicted….

More Photos of Chubby Cheeks and the swollen eyes, thanks Hashi’s for that….photos at the bottom

I just referred to having a newborn as being afflicted but here’s the tail.  Basically, I had gained 50 pounds back after a severe puking pregnancy and I had this horrible sleeping disorder that had gone undiagnosed for years.

Insomnia, you have insomnia, here take a pill.

Over-weight, you are obese, here get some exercise.

A newborn?  Can’t help you, get your husband to help more.

So, basically, I have sleep apnea which is not terribly uncommon in obese people, it’s really not uncommon in any size person but obesity magnifies the problem.

I had met Dr. Psych. Wonderful and he discovered the sleeping disorder.  I know this is about weight, but this plays a huge part in my weight.  The adage that the more people sleep the thinner they will be is a crock full of lies.  I was sleeping (or in the bed) for 14 hours a day.  I weighed 200 pounds.  Bah humbug.

So, here we go, if I get to 200 pounds, I am going on a real diet, complete with an exercise plan that was awesome.  But, I still felt like rotten egg.  So, I saw Dr. endocrinologist and he did a diabetes test and a thyroid test.  Humpf, he says, you are borderline diabetic and you have Hashimoto’s Disease.  UH?  Oh, it means your thyroid is whacked.

Whacked Thyroid?  Humm this is not good.  I explain that the diabetes test (the 6 hour one by the way) made me sick as a dog and that I had felt worse in those 2 weeks than I had prior to even taking that test.

Ok, well he said, your thyroid will do that plus the diabetes but…one more thing…..hey, you are pregnant.  Did your previous OB treat you for thyroid disorder?  Hummm no why?  Well, you are lucky you even carried a child with your thyroid like this.  And, he continued that any OB that thought losing 30 to 50 pounds while pregnant was normal, even on someone my size was nuts.  I had to concur.  My OB was a great guy and he loved my Mickey Mouse socks but….that’s about it.

Next OB says, nope, no thyroid disorder, no high blood pressure medication (even though I had high blood pressure) and the next one and the next one and finally the last one said the same so I just figured I was out of option.  I had problems with pre-term labor, I needed specialist and these were the only ones with 3 hours of my house and they were 90 miles one way.  And, Dr. endocrinologist wouldn’t treat the diabetes or the thyroid while I was pregnant.

And, so, with that I was pregnant.  I started puking during that 6 hour diabetes test and the last time I puked, just like with my first pregnancy was when they wheeled me to the OR for a C-section.  Beautiful.

I checked out of the hospital weight 20 more pounds down from the pre-pregnancy weight.  And, guess where I was on the second born’s first birthday?  Sitting on the sofa eating cupcakes whining because I had gained every pound of it back.  The whole 50 pounds.

Guess what else disappeared that night – about half of a birthday cake…no kidding.

UGH!  Self-esteem sinks…sinks…sinks some more…