I don’t know if I’ve already updated everyone about my thyroid issues that I was talking about post-postpartum a few months ago. But I recently had it checked out and it looked like I did have postpartum thyroiditis. That sounds weird, but basically what it means is that my thyroids went crazy after the pregnancy, and as a result, I had hyperthyroidism. This gave my body the superhuman ability to lose tons and tons of weight in a short amount of time. You may think this is a great thing, but it’s not. It also enabled me to be extremely tired or extremely active, hyper heartbeat, weary, fatiqued from time to time, and have a low appetite. I was hoping I’d be able to keep some of the weight I gained during pregnancy, as gaining weight has always been more difficult for me. I gained 36 pounds, but after 5 months, I had lost it all, and some. Now, I weigh just a tad less than I did before I got pregnant. Oi.

But, the good news is that the thyroiditis seems to have disappeared, as per the results of my last bloodwork. I can feel it because I have more energy during the day and am more able to sleep better during the night (well, at least when Lily lets me sleep, that is). My appetite is coming back (though not as ferocious as when I was pregnant — boy I ate like a flippin’ horse when I was pregnant!), and I don’t feel like I should be skipping meals anymore. Sometimes that can be dangerous for me.

When my hormones were going whack at the very height of my thyroiditis thingamajig, I felt like I was taking 52343243 weight loss pills a day or something. It was that bad. I was losing so much weight, too quickly, in such a short time. And try as I might, I just was never hungry to eat enough. I’m so glad my body is finally starting to take care of itself again. Being a busy, working mom can be hard on the body and I sometimes forget to take care of myself because I’m always taking care of Lily. But, if I don’t take care of myself, how would I have the strength to take care of Lily, right?

Dave and I are trying to figure out and create some sort of routine with Lily, especially now that I’m back at work. Since my work schedule is full-time, though “time flexible” (which means I get to make my own schedule), not all the work days look like each other, unfortunately. This makes it a little hard on Baby Lily because she never really knows when Mommy is going to leave and when Mommy is coming back home. Poor baby. Regardless, I am trying to stick to the bare minimum of routine: I wake up with her and do her morning routine, and I do her bedtime routine with her. The middle is Dave’s job. He does well with it. But I want to be the first person she sees in the morning, and the last person she sees at night before she goes to bed. It’s just important to me because I don’t get to play with her during the day as often as I did anymore.

The good thing, though, about our new schedule is that I get 3-day weekends every week. This works out well because I can bust my ass off 4 days a week, and get time with Dave and Lily the other 3 days, in a row. It doesn’t feel too bad, it doesn’t feel like I’m “leaving” her everyday because I get to spend a lot of time with her a little less than half the week. That’s more than a lot of parents can say, y’know? Not every parent is as fortunate as I am, and I remember that everyday.