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To recap from earlier in the week...

I wrote this post that outlined my low days vs. my good days.  All in all, post Emie, I have felt like my low days are out numbering my good days. This is what I knew prior to today...

I met with my OB and we concluded these things...
  • I am still well within the window of having postpartum depression.
  • I'm very low, feel very sluggish, I dislike a lot of things that I would normally love, I find myself not overly happy and not overly sad... just really blah and unhappy.
  • I was given some medication to try to help regulate.
  • I need to have my thyroid checked.

 I met with my general doctor and concluded these things...

  • I have postpartum depression.
  • The medicine should be making me feel better by now and if it doesn't, we need to change it.
  • The depo could be causing some side effects that could have triggered the PPD.
  • Given my mom's health history, that could be playing a role if the BRCA gene was traced and it is not.
  • I need to have my thyroid checked.
I met with my OB to follow up...
  • I haven't felt any different on the medicine and honestly feel just about the same as before.
  • She agreed that the medicine might not be working and suggested to either increase the dosage or change.  We decided to change.
  • She said that she has seen cases where the depo has a side effect... usually a little different than how I'm feeling, but was comfortable with changing to something different.
  • I'll be coming off the depo in March, so I start he NuvaRing in February.
  • I will stop taking the medicine that I'm currently taking tomorrow and I'll start the medicine on Saturday.
Coming out of my appointment with my OB, I felt really good.  I felt that while I don't feel like myself yet, I felt like we were making some progress and that the up-swing that I'm waiting on will be just around the corner.

I know that this will get better.  I know it will.  It's just going to take some time.

I told my OB today that today was the first day in over a month that I actually feel ok and almost good.  While I don't have make-up on and I did have to drive to work, I do have leggings on and my hair up... those little things make me a happy.  Oh, and we're having a delicious lunch catered to the office today and I'm pretty excited about that too.  Sucks that I love food so much.  It really is killing the idea of getting my body back.

So, with that said, I'll have to keep you posted on how these changes effect me and how  I'm feeling.

It's going to get better.  It will.  


Jillian Vanover said…
Wow, I feel an uncanny connection with you! I'm a new follower and found your blog just this afternoon. Not sure the convoluded way I arrived here :)

My name is Jill, too. I have two little munchkins that are separated 13 months (and change).

Praying for your stuggles right now! You will get back to feeling like yourself, soon.
maydaygirl said…
Jill, so glad you are taking care of yourself and being active about this!!
Chris said…
It's definitely the little things! Leggings always make me happy too :) Things WILL get better. xoxo

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