First, an update on the pumping. I think adding the extra session at night is helping. Brodie’s also eating more often (although not as much), so that’s probably boosting my supply as well. We’ll see if this keeps up. I’m at least able to add more back to the freezer stash, so in case it tanks again later, I can extend the amount of time he’s getting milk.
So about this thyroid of mine. The blood work confirmed I’m hyper again. All the signs were there, so I would’ve been really surprised if I was still in the normal range (it’s happened before). The doc has me starting back on methimazole at 10 mg a day. I had done a lot of research prior to my appointment, trying to figure out what my best option was. Only until recently, PTU was the preferred antithyroid medication for breastfeeding women, but now there are studies showing adverse effects in children. With methimazole, 20-30 mg is the safest dosage before it shows up in amounts in breastmilk that can suppress the baby’s thyroid function. Brodie’s pediatrician will need to keep an eye on his thyroid function anyway.
I also have a script for propranolol, which is a beta blocker. Hopefully, the methimazole will get to work quickly, and I won’t even need the beta blocker. But on days when my heart is racing and pounding, I’ll at least have something to help me sleep better at night.
Now that I have my drugs in hand, I have a crazy year ahead of me (as if I didn’t have enough on my hands with raising another human being!). The weight fluctuations, for one, will be a huge headache. Last weekend, I had to actually buy new jeans a size smaller. Thank goodness for Old Navy and Costco for affordable, decent-looking jeans. I don’t mind gaining a bit of fat back so I can wear my existing wardrobe, but I’d really like to not gain so much more that I’ll need to go another size up (like last time).
Also, I’m going to be in my good friend’s wedding at the end of the year. Last time I was on these meds, I was in Jenny’s wedding (uh… and my own), which made ordering the right dress size a bit tricky.
Anyway, here we go again. Round 2 of getting my thyroid back to normal. Joe and I talked about treatment options moving forward. I think once we’re done having kids, I’ll be getting this sucker zapped at the next flare-up so I don’t have to go through all this unpredictable chaos. It’ll mean replacement hormones for the rest of my life and constant blood work to maintain the right levels, but I really don’t know how many more times I can deal with the panic, the hair loss, the weight loss, the goiter, the heart palpitations, the hot flashes, the tremors and just feeling like a crazy basketcase.
