Well, it has been awhile since I’ve blogged. We have been through quite the roller coaster and, to be honest, I just haven’t had the energy to sit down and write about all the things I’ve been researching/cooking up lately.
Before I get into the newest developments in my Hashimoto’s journey, here is a reminder of what has happened so far:
Last year at this time my husband and I experienced our third miscarriage.
I knew that multiple miscarriages was not normal, despite being told that it was by the doctors. I knew that something was not right, so I went searching for answers.
I finally convinced a doctor to do a full blood work panel on me. (It really shouldn’t be this hard). The blood work came back showing elevated thyroid antibodies. And by elevated, I mean the antibodies were so high they could not even measure them. They were above 2,000 – that’s all we knew. That discovery led to my diagnosis of Hashimoto’s thyroiditis.
At the same time my husband and I had also decided that God had called us to adopt. This was not a back up plan because we kept losing pregnancies. It was something God had grown in our hearts over a period of years and was the result of a lot of prayer.
Determined that Hashimoto’s was not going to be my permanent story, I started researching. I went grain free/dairy free/sugar free, started using essential oils very deliberately to treat the inflammation in my gut, support my endocrine system, and regulate my hormones. I started supplementing with raw liver, selenium, mineral drops, herbs, and Real Salt to support my adrenals/hormones. I read A More Excellent Way by Henry Wright which addresses the spiritual root behind diseases and I worked through some things spiritually. I instituted a day of rest and sought balance in my life.
During this time I noticed small improvements in my energy levels and was encouraged. I knew I had a long road ahead of me. From what I could gather from the limited information on the web, it appeared that with the measures I was taking, I could expect my antibody levels to drop about 100-200 points a year. At this point I knew it could take 10+ years to get my antibodies below 30 which is where they should be. I grieved, fought, cried, and then accepted the fact that my body could not sustain a pregnancy with antibodies so high (even though I knew we were adopting, I still prayed to have more biological children). Plus, my cycle still had not regulated since our miscarriage which was a tell tale sign to me that I still had a long way to go with regulating my hormones.
The weekend before Thanksgiving we were preparing to go camping with some friends. The day before we left, I all of a sudden had an urgent feeling that I needed to take a pregnancy test. I laughed at myself. It was still a day before my cycle was due if my cycle was actually on a normal schedule. However, I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I finally packed the kids in the car and drove to the nearest pharmacy. I felt ridiculous. I didn’t even tell my husband I was buying a test because I had NO reason to suspect anything, except a nagging feeling in the back of my mind. We were definitely not trying to get pregnant.
I also felt ridiculous because never have I had a pregnancy test turn positive for me on the first try. With all 5 of my other pregnancies, I didn’t get a positive test until several days after my missed cycle.
I got home from the pharmacy, put the kids down for a nap and with a sigh and a feeling of ridiculousness I took the test. I knew it was going to be negative, I actually thought to myself “This is new, never have I EXPECTED a negative test like this.” And it turned positive right away.
After I scooped my jaw off the ground, I called my doctor right away to get in. How can this be? What could this mean? Will I lose this baby?
They drew my labs right away and it was discovered that my antibodies had dropped to 1536. That is a HUGE drop to occur in only 6 or 7 months (miracle?!). It was also still dangerously high. The presence of high antibodies in pregnancy can result in miscarriage, premature birth, deformities, and I even found one study that showed a lower IQ in babies born to mothers with thyroid antibodies. They started me on 50 mcg of Levothyroxin to try and lower the antibodies even more. I wasn’t thrilled about starting on conventional medicine, but I will do anything to protect this precious little life growing inside of me.
A couple weeks after the positive test, the sickness set it. That’s about the same time there was a drastic decrease in the amount of blogging/social media presence that I was able to keep up with. Nausea/fatigue/food aversions pretty much consumed my day. I am still struggling to get through the day and our whole family has been in survival mode for the past several months as I have not been able to be in the kitchen/ keep up with daily household activities.
But that’s OK because look at that cute little profile:
We are 12 weeks and blissfully in love. We covet your prayers during this time because this has not been an easy pregnancy and the reality is a lot could still go wrong. We are trusting that this little miracle baby is in God’s hands though and have a peace.
Unfortunately I won’t get to realize my dreams of a home birth since I’m considered so high risk, but that’s OK because I’m pretty confident in my abilities to have a natural, VBAC hospital birth since I have already done it once before. Plus, how can I complain about anything, I am growing a miracle.
We start our adoption classes on Tuesday which is the first step of our homestudy. The new plan is to go through the classes/homestudy and then wait on submitting our profile until we give birth and are confident in our ability to handle another newborn. This is another answer to prayer, though, because my biggest desire is to be able to nurse our adopted child just like I have nursed my biological children. I plan on pumping colostrum those first few days to freeze and save for our adopted child. Then I just have to keep my milk supply up which has never been an issue in the past.
So that’s our story, and I’m sticking to it.
I promise I have all kinds of interesting things in the works to blog about. However, right now I’m just focusing on keeping the family alive and trying to stay well nourished. Hopefully I will be rounding a corner soon and can get back to my regular schedule of posting.
Thanks for sticking with me through this lull and for your prayers and support.