I haven’t felt good in a decade. But I’ve also had five babies and two miscarriages, totaling seven pregnancies, in that same decade. Who would, right?
In 2016, after my second child was born, I had trouble eating many types of foods and had stomachaches all the time. I went to the doctor, who brushed it off a few times and recommended testing that would interrupt nursing. As a new mom in the middle of establishing my milk supply, that sounded ridiculous, so I dealt with the pain.
In 2018, after my third child was born, in addition to the stomachaches, I had headaches. They weren’t really explainable, though doctors suggested weather changes, stress, and, of course, hormones — after all, postpartum moms have those pesky things spiking and crashing in abundance.
In 2021, after my fourth child was born, I was so dizzy and lightheaded that I couldn’t work some days. On others, it was just an average amount of dizziness. I saw an endocrinologist, who said I have Hashimoto's — a thyroid condition. He suggested eating gluten-free, which I did. My numbers came down, but my symptoms remained.
Tour de Doctors???
By this point, I had four kids, a full-time job and was navigating early pandemic life. Each month, I’d chip away at finding solutions to my various issues. I saw a neurologist for my headaches. She recommended massage and de-stressing. She also ordered a head CT, which was clear. I saw an endocrinologist who said my hormones were fine for a nursing mom, and maybe it was the beginning of menopause or lingering postpartum symptoms. I saw my PCP, who was puzzled but supportive. I saw a therapist, then another therapist, then a psychiatrist, because, of course, maybe it was stress. I saw a functional doctor, who told me to avoid that gallbladder surgery at all costs, and put me on a whole host of supplements.
I saw a GI doctor who analyzed my gut health. It was a new low, actually pooping in a container to see if a secret amoeba was living in my digestive tract, but I was desperate. I eliminated dairy, soy, corn and other additives along with the already eliminated gluten. An upper GI scope and a colonoscopy were all clear.
Finally, after my fifth baby, my stomachaches worsened enough to head to a gallbladder specialist. There was a large cyst, 11 mm, and a “rotten” lining that wouldn’t improve. The doctor said to get it out in the next year or two, but that it wasn’t the cause of all those other problems. “Get your health in order, then we’ll deal with this,” he said. I went back to the drawing board, taking migraine medicine to get through the day, and taking breaks for dizziness episodes.
I had gone everywhere, but I wasn’t getting anywhere.