Chap. 1 continued - Healing Hashimoto's Naturally by Jen Wittman
My thyroid story starts off like so many others’ out there. I spent three years feeling decimated. I had what seemed to be an allsystems breakdown of my body. My body temperature was all over the place. I was having allergic reactions to all sorts of food. I was sleeping too much and then too little; always exhausted. My hair was falling out. My skin was really dry. The list went on and on.
I described the litany of symptoms to a parade of doctors, but every one of them chalked it all up to stress or being a new mom. I insisted that something was off, so the doctors ran some standard blood tests. NORMAL. Ultrasounds were performed. NORMAL. (I started to dread the word NORMAL.)
But I didn’t feel normal. I was scared. I didn’t know what to do. I hoped they were right, that this was all was due to stress. So I waited and worked on managing my stress. Nothing. No change. I still felt terrible.
“Oh well,” I thought. “This must be what motherhood feels like. This must be what my new normal is…”
I first realized something wasn’t right after I gave birth. I know that having a newborn is exhausting at the best of times, but the level of fatigue I was feeling was off the charts. Everyone was telling me that it was normal, that every new mom was tired. But I could feel in my bones that something wasn’t right.
Why is it that all the other new moms I knew were happily and easily going out into the world with their babies? Yes, they were tired and told tales of long sleepless nights, but they were invigorated by new motherhood, their precious newborns and happy to show off the fruits of their labor. I, on the other hand, was not. Getting up and getting ready for the day felt like an insurmountable task. I could literally only put the minimum effort to keeping myself and my beautiful new child alive. I managed to dress myself and feed the baby. That’s it. (Luckily, I didn’t have to cook for him yet. Thank goodness our bodies supply their first months of nourishment or this kid would have starved.)
While I was pregnant, I started losing more hair in the shower than before. I had heard that during pregnancy my nails and hair would grow stronger. This did not happen to me. I’d asked all my different doctors about it and everyone said that it was due to the hormone shifts in pregnancy; not to worry. Of course, it didn’t get better after my son was born, either…
I should have known something was really up when I began noticing deep ridges and what looked like pin holes throughout my nail beds. I already knew a lot about nutrition and physiology and thought this could be a warning that I was malnourished somehow. All the doctors I saw blew it off. They said it was because I was nursing and the baby was getting all that he needed; leaving me a little “depleted.” No one suggested that I should support myself through a better diet or supplements or anything else. I was just supposed to blow this off as another “symptom” of new motherhood.
On top of everything else, I was having terrible stomach issues. I ended up in the emergency room twice for intense digestive attacks that turned into panic attacks where I nearly passed out from hyperventilation and severe dehydration. At each hospital visit they “checked” my thyroid and I was in the “normal” ranges. I was fine they said. Probably just the flu or food poisoning.
The girl who disliked hospitals so much that I gave birth at home was begging her husband to take her to the ER, my temperature would swing from one end of the thermometer to the other on a whim, and I was suddenly showing symptoms of being allergic to foods I never had problems with before.
But I was “fine.”
I really didn’t know what to do or where to turn. I had been to 12 doctors, many of them specialists. I’d had ultrasounds of all my organs, two hospital visits and was even misdiagnosed by a doctor who herself had Hashimoto’s disease!
Because all my symptoms were ignored during pregnancy, my son was born with some digestive troubles. We spent his first two years going to doctors, trying to figure it all out. Finally, we were referred to an integrative doctor. After just meeting my husband, son and I and speaking with us for five minutes about my son’s health, he asked my husband and son to leave the room. He leaned over his desk and said,
“What’s going on with YOU?”
I had never met him before, but he saw my suffering right away. I broke down in tears and described my symptoms to him and he said, “I know what this is but let’s give you a blood test to prove it.”
Sure enough, he knew what it was. I had Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis; an autoimmune disease which affects the thyroid and volleys you back and forth between symptoms of hyperthyroidism and hypothyroidism. What a relief—we finally knew what was and hypothyroidism. What a relief—we finally knew what was going on and it had a name!
But, how did I get here? And what was I going to do about it?"
(End chapter 1)
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Thyroid disease is a daily struggle.
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