This whole I-won’t-sleep situation seems to be “I don’t want to stop playing with my toys” taken to the extreme. Our little girl has always been stubborn. Very, very stubborn. My mom has commented how her first child (me) was not like this. I figured, yeah, she was maybe more stubborn than normal, but she is a toddler, so some stubbornness is expected. I still don’t know if she’s more stubborn than other toddlers, but I now know she’s way more stubborn than we wanted to have to deal with.
At nap time she is so clearly exhausted (because she hasn’t napped well in days and gets up before the crack of dawn), but she is furious – furious – that we would have the gall to think it is OK to put a person in a crib without asking. She is charge of herself! She is independent! She has made the decision she will play instead of nap!
She tries to boss us around all day. Feed me NOW! Not that – I won’t eat that. I want what you’re eating. Eww, I changed my mind, I don’t want what you’re eating. But I still don’t want what you gave me.
Let me DOWN! I want to walk myself. No, I will NOT hold your hand. No, I will not go where you tell me to, I will go where I want to go.
Pick me UP! I can’t see what you’re doing. Cleaning the counter? I’ll help. Let me have the cleaning spray.
Give me your phone! I want to watch Silly Songs with Larry on You Tube. NOW!
And, of course, the most annoying of all: You mean, mean parents can try to put me to bed all night long, but I will scream until I lose my voice. Because I am NOT GOING TO SLEEP. Sleep is for losers! I want to play! And, NO, you cannot doze on the couch while I play. I don’t care if its 5 a.m., you have to play with me at ALL TIMES.
She “speaks” in capital letters a lot.
I’m going to feel stupid if she’s sick or there’s some other “duh” reason she won’t sleep. If she suddenly wakes up with four new teeth tomorrow, I’ll feel bad. But she does not act like she is sick or in any pain at all when she’s awake. And it really, really seems like she’s just mad about not being able to make her own decisions about when to sleep (i.e., never).
Monday, July 26, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
More sleeping
Meg is still trying to convince us she doesn't need to sleep, ever. “Don’t you dare put me there,” she practically says. We don’t know what to do. This morning she woke up at 5 and never went back to sleep. We rocked her and put her back in bed twice. Then Thomas gave her a bottle, rocked her, and put her to bed again. Didn’t work. Then it was 5:45, the time she gets up on weekdays, and she was wide awake, so I figured there was no point to leaving her screaming in her bed. I let her up and planned to doze on the couch while she played. She didn’t like that plan. She kept shoving books in my face and pulling my hair. At 6:45, Andrew got up and let me go back to bed.
We’re both completely exhausted. Actually, all three of us are exhausted. Meg needs more sleep. I’m thinking maybe we need to put her to bed earlier. Maybe the old “if you put her to bed earlier, she’ll sleep later” thing will work. Who knows. But I get home from work at 6:15, so getting her to bed by 7 would be difficult. 7:30 is the earliest we’ve managed.
This whole thing is particularly frustrating, because fuss-it-out has always worked for us. Meg has always been a tension releaser. Since the day she was born, she’s been a great car sleeper. But she has never, not once, fallen asleep in the car without crying. If we’re in the car and she starts crying, I guarantee you she’ll be asleep within 5 minutes. At home, she sometimes, but not always, cries a for a couple of minutes before falling asleep.
When Meg was 3 months old, she started sleeping with us, because I was back at work and that was the fastest way to put her to sleep. I think we both needed some co-sleeping as a transition between being home and going back to work – Meg and I missed eachother a lot and it helped us to be together at night. (Although, even in bed being comforted by us, she fussed for about 5 minutes every night before going to sleep)
By 4 months, Thomas started pushing to try cry it out. He hated co-sleeping. He claimed he never slept because he was worried about rolling over onto Meg. I didn’t want to do it. I can’t let my baby cry! Plus, I loved having her near me. But my mom and Thomas worked together to wear me down. When we finally tried it, it worked immediately. It was like she just wanted us to leave her alone. The first night, she cried for 30 minutes (we went in every 5 minutes and soothed her without picking her up), the second night for 15 minutes, and after that she started doing her 1-2 minute release (like she’d always done in the car), before falling asleep. All of us slept better. Much better.
She’s obviously had several transitions and periods of bad sleeping since she was 5 months old. We give her what she needs (Tylenol if she’s teething, lots and lots of soothing/rocking if she’s sick), but when she’s better, she sleeps wonderfully again. This anger at being put to bed is a totally new thing and we are truly at our wits end.
I’m thinking about taking her to the doctor, just to make sure she doesn’t have an ear infection or something. But I don’t think she does. Laying down doesn’t bother her if she’s laying on my lap. She isn’t tugging her ear at all (and she always has when she’s had an ear infection).
I’m just hoping it’s a phase, hopefully a short one, and will be over soon. We don't know what else to do and we're losing our minds from the lack of sleep.
We're trying something new tonight. Thomas took his pillows and comforter* in her room and is laying on the floor, trying to get her to fall asleep next to him. I wanted to do it, but he refused to carry the futon mattress up from the basement. I think it would be much better than sleeping on the hardwood floor and don't understand why the two of us can't get it upstairs. Whatever. If he wants to sleep on the hardwood floor, he can. I pray this works.
*We have two comforters on our bed, one for each of us
We’re both completely exhausted. Actually, all three of us are exhausted. Meg needs more sleep. I’m thinking maybe we need to put her to bed earlier. Maybe the old “if you put her to bed earlier, she’ll sleep later” thing will work. Who knows. But I get home from work at 6:15, so getting her to bed by 7 would be difficult. 7:30 is the earliest we’ve managed.
This whole thing is particularly frustrating, because fuss-it-out has always worked for us. Meg has always been a tension releaser. Since the day she was born, she’s been a great car sleeper. But she has never, not once, fallen asleep in the car without crying. If we’re in the car and she starts crying, I guarantee you she’ll be asleep within 5 minutes. At home, she sometimes, but not always, cries a for a couple of minutes before falling asleep.
When Meg was 3 months old, she started sleeping with us, because I was back at work and that was the fastest way to put her to sleep. I think we both needed some co-sleeping as a transition between being home and going back to work – Meg and I missed eachother a lot and it helped us to be together at night. (Although, even in bed being comforted by us, she fussed for about 5 minutes every night before going to sleep)
By 4 months, Thomas started pushing to try cry it out. He hated co-sleeping. He claimed he never slept because he was worried about rolling over onto Meg. I didn’t want to do it. I can’t let my baby cry! Plus, I loved having her near me. But my mom and Thomas worked together to wear me down. When we finally tried it, it worked immediately. It was like she just wanted us to leave her alone. The first night, she cried for 30 minutes (we went in every 5 minutes and soothed her without picking her up), the second night for 15 minutes, and after that she started doing her 1-2 minute release (like she’d always done in the car), before falling asleep. All of us slept better. Much better.
She’s obviously had several transitions and periods of bad sleeping since she was 5 months old. We give her what she needs (Tylenol if she’s teething, lots and lots of soothing/rocking if she’s sick), but when she’s better, she sleeps wonderfully again. This anger at being put to bed is a totally new thing and we are truly at our wits end.
I’m thinking about taking her to the doctor, just to make sure she doesn’t have an ear infection or something. But I don’t think she does. Laying down doesn’t bother her if she’s laying on my lap. She isn’t tugging her ear at all (and she always has when she’s had an ear infection).
I’m just hoping it’s a phase, hopefully a short one, and will be over soon. We don't know what else to do and we're losing our minds from the lack of sleep.
We're trying something new tonight. Thomas took his pillows and comforter* in her room and is laying on the floor, trying to get her to fall asleep next to him. I wanted to do it, but he refused to carry the futon mattress up from the basement. I think it would be much better than sleeping on the hardwood floor and don't understand why the two of us can't get it upstairs. Whatever. If he wants to sleep on the hardwood floor, he can. I pray this works.
*We have two comforters on our bed, one for each of us
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Sleeping
Today was just One of Those Days. Actually, yesterday was too. Meg has been slowly giving up naps for awhile at, unfortunately, quite a young age. My mother tells me I did the same thing. Apparently by the time she was pregnant with my sister (who was born when I was 23 months), I didn’t nap anymore. She got morning sickness and lost naptime at the same time. Ugh.
Anyway, Meg hates to take naps and she doesn’t always need one. If she starts the day well rested, she can go all day without a nap. She’ll probably need one the next day, though. And will NOT want to take it. She has become more and more stubborn the older she gets. At this point, she’s actually kind of insufferable. She wants what she wants, and SHE WANTS IT NOW, DAMMIT. Fortunately, my baby doesn’t actually swear. But she gets her point across quite nicely. Our biggest problem is that she can’t talk. She is very, very insistent when she wants something (roughly every 2 minutes), but she can’t tell me what she wants. She gets frustrated, I get frustrated, and no one is happy.
She has also taken to screaming at the top of her lungs if we so much as walk by her crib. Apparently, the crib is the worst form of torture. If it was just naptime, we could handle it. But now, she screams bloody murder at bedtime, too. An “I am NEVER going to calm down” kind of scream. Cry it out does not work, because she is not simply winding down. She is pissed at us for daring to put her in bed and, no matter how tired she gets, she will remain on her feet screaming through the sheer force of her rage.
We have tried everything. Sometimes we let her scream and go in every 5-10 minutes. Doesn’t work. Sometimes its so obvious that leaving her alone is not going to work that I sit there rocking her for an hour or more. She’ll sit there, but she won’t go back in her crib no matter how long we’ve been rocking. Sometimes we let her get up and play longer. So far, that works best. We are very seriously considering pushing her bedtime back to 9:00. But that leaves us practically no time alone and, on workdays, she has to get up at 6 am. I just don’t think that’s enough sleep. And since she has a firm “I hate naps” policy, I think she should get as much sleep as possible. BUT, she hasn’t been getting to sleep until at least 9 now (her bedtime is 8). However, I’m worried that if we start putting her to bed at 9, she won’t be asleep until 10, and then we’re really in trouble.
Wow. This post was supposed to be about TODAY and it turned into ramblings about sleep.
Short version: she hasn’t been napping and she doesn’t talk yet, so even when she really, really wants something (which is all the time), she can’t tell us, SO she has been a terror the last two days and even with TWO parents today, we couldn’t handle her. Today kicked our asses.
Anyway, Meg hates to take naps and she doesn’t always need one. If she starts the day well rested, she can go all day without a nap. She’ll probably need one the next day, though. And will NOT want to take it. She has become more and more stubborn the older she gets. At this point, she’s actually kind of insufferable. She wants what she wants, and SHE WANTS IT NOW, DAMMIT. Fortunately, my baby doesn’t actually swear. But she gets her point across quite nicely. Our biggest problem is that she can’t talk. She is very, very insistent when she wants something (roughly every 2 minutes), but she can’t tell me what she wants. She gets frustrated, I get frustrated, and no one is happy.
She has also taken to screaming at the top of her lungs if we so much as walk by her crib. Apparently, the crib is the worst form of torture. If it was just naptime, we could handle it. But now, she screams bloody murder at bedtime, too. An “I am NEVER going to calm down” kind of scream. Cry it out does not work, because she is not simply winding down. She is pissed at us for daring to put her in bed and, no matter how tired she gets, she will remain on her feet screaming through the sheer force of her rage.
We have tried everything. Sometimes we let her scream and go in every 5-10 minutes. Doesn’t work. Sometimes its so obvious that leaving her alone is not going to work that I sit there rocking her for an hour or more. She’ll sit there, but she won’t go back in her crib no matter how long we’ve been rocking. Sometimes we let her get up and play longer. So far, that works best. We are very seriously considering pushing her bedtime back to 9:00. But that leaves us practically no time alone and, on workdays, she has to get up at 6 am. I just don’t think that’s enough sleep. And since she has a firm “I hate naps” policy, I think she should get as much sleep as possible. BUT, she hasn’t been getting to sleep until at least 9 now (her bedtime is 8). However, I’m worried that if we start putting her to bed at 9, she won’t be asleep until 10, and then we’re really in trouble.
Wow. This post was supposed to be about TODAY and it turned into ramblings about sleep.
Short version: she hasn’t been napping and she doesn’t talk yet, so even when she really, really wants something (which is all the time), she can’t tell us, SO she has been a terror the last two days and even with TWO parents today, we couldn’t handle her. Today kicked our asses.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Smells
I love the smell of Luvs. I just opened a package this morning. As I think I’ve mentioned, we like Luvs the best, but generally use Huggies because there are more deals/coupons for Huggies and I can usually get them cheaper. Recently, I got some really cheap Luvs on Amazon and, wow, I forgot how good they smell. Huggies are pretty much unscented.
Don’t get me wrong, I love anything unscented. Please, manufacturers, make everything (except Luvs) unscented. I am allergic to perfume. Almost all scents. Its actually genetic – I’m allergic, my sisters are allergic, my mom is allergic, her sister is allergic, their mom is allergic, and I’m sure it goes all the way up the family tree. Scented items (perfume, body spray, detergent, dish soap, lotion, anything sold by Bath & Body Works) give me migraines. It gets worse with age. My grandma actually hasn’t been able to go to church on Easter for years, because she is so allergic to the smell of the Easter Lilies. Its difficult to find products we can use. Unscented lotion is easy to find. Unscented dish soap? Much, much harder.
So, I very much appreciate unscentedness. But, my pregnancy heightened sense of smell never went away, so I can smell everything, and, to me, Meg usually smells rather urine-y. I’m hoping the nice powdery fresh smell of Luvs will cover that up. (Powder fresh is a smell that usually doesn't bother me. It always depends on the brand, but florals are the real killer scents)
Don’t get me wrong, I love anything unscented. Please, manufacturers, make everything (except Luvs) unscented. I am allergic to perfume. Almost all scents. Its actually genetic – I’m allergic, my sisters are allergic, my mom is allergic, her sister is allergic, their mom is allergic, and I’m sure it goes all the way up the family tree. Scented items (perfume, body spray, detergent, dish soap, lotion, anything sold by Bath & Body Works) give me migraines. It gets worse with age. My grandma actually hasn’t been able to go to church on Easter for years, because she is so allergic to the smell of the Easter Lilies. Its difficult to find products we can use. Unscented lotion is easy to find. Unscented dish soap? Much, much harder.
So, I very much appreciate unscentedness. But, my pregnancy heightened sense of smell never went away, so I can smell everything, and, to me, Meg usually smells rather urine-y. I’m hoping the nice powdery fresh smell of Luvs will cover that up. (Powder fresh is a smell that usually doesn't bother me. It always depends on the brand, but florals are the real killer scents)
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
It doesn't always help to write about it
The end of my post last night wasn’t really the end of the night. I suppose it should have read:
And went to my room and cried…and then I was over it.
Meg didn’t nap well at daycare, so she was cranky all night. I had to work hard all evening to have a good night. But I did. I worked at it and things went well. And then I hit my whining threshold, and the bottles were dirty, and Meg wouldn’t listen when I said no, so I snapped. It happens. You get mad and scream at your child. Its wrong, but it happens. I apologized. I vowed to do better next time. I cried because I needed to let out all the frustration with her behavior and disappointment with mine. But then I was over it. I was fine.
Then I wrote about it. And got all angry again. And as soon as I finished writing, Thomas got home, so I didn’t even get a second to relax and read my book. So then I was mad at him for coming home 20 minutes before he said he would and “stealing” my alone time. I barely spoke to him for the rest of the night. My night would have been so much better if I’d just not written about it. After I got over it, I should have just forgotten the whole thing.
So why did I write about it? I don’t need reassurance. I know I’m still a good mother. I know this happens to everyone. I know you’ve gotten mad and yelled, too.
I guess its because I had the beginning of the post already written and it seemed disingenuous to end with “she splashed in the tub while I drank my latte and read a book.” Because that’s not how it really ended. But, even if I would have been guilty of only showing the good and not the bad, that’s OK. I don’t have to write about everything.
And went to my room and cried…and then I was over it.
Meg didn’t nap well at daycare, so she was cranky all night. I had to work hard all evening to have a good night. But I did. I worked at it and things went well. And then I hit my whining threshold, and the bottles were dirty, and Meg wouldn’t listen when I said no, so I snapped. It happens. You get mad and scream at your child. Its wrong, but it happens. I apologized. I vowed to do better next time. I cried because I needed to let out all the frustration with her behavior and disappointment with mine. But then I was over it. I was fine.
Then I wrote about it. And got all angry again. And as soon as I finished writing, Thomas got home, so I didn’t even get a second to relax and read my book. So then I was mad at him for coming home 20 minutes before he said he would and “stealing” my alone time. I barely spoke to him for the rest of the night. My night would have been so much better if I’d just not written about it. After I got over it, I should have just forgotten the whole thing.
So why did I write about it? I don’t need reassurance. I know I’m still a good mother. I know this happens to everyone. I know you’ve gotten mad and yelled, too.
I guess its because I had the beginning of the post already written and it seemed disingenuous to end with “she splashed in the tub while I drank my latte and read a book.” Because that’s not how it really ended. But, even if I would have been guilty of only showing the good and not the bad, that’s OK. I don’t have to write about everything.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
A Nice Little Night
You know how in Old School Will Ferrel says he and his wife have “a pretty nice little Saturday [planned], we're going to go to Home Depot. Yeah, buy some wallpaper, maybe get some flooring, stuff like that. Maybe Bed, Bath, & Beyond, I don't know.” (I hate that movie, but my husband loves it).
Anyway, that’s how I felt about our night. Thomas had a golf outing in Minnesota today, so Meg and I were on our own and I had a nice little night planned. I had to leave work early to pick her up, which was something to look forward to (who doesn’t like to leave early!) Then, we were going to go to the grocery store and use my coupon out of the super-special coupon book my husband managed to snag to get a free rotisserie chicken with the purchase of Lipton sides (on sale!). I loooove the Cheddar Broccoli, even though I’m sure its terrible for me. White pasta, powdered cheese sauce, dehydrated broccoli. I don’t care. I love it.
Plus, as a bonus, the grocery store has a Starbucks, so I was going to get a treat for myself. We did all that, then came home and had the easiest dinner ever. Rotisserie chicken, canned green beans, and blueberries. A little high on sodium, but still a pretty good dinner. After clearing away dinner, I put Meg in the bath, soaped her up, rinsed her off, then sat next to the bathtub with my latte and a book. She splashed and I read. It was nice.
I’m trying with all my might to focus on the night up to that point. Because after that it all went to hell. She threw a tantrum when I took her out of the tub (and I’d let her stay in extra long). I fought her to get her lotioned, diapered, and in pajamas. Then I went to the kitchen to warm a bottle and found all the nipples and rings were dirty. So I started washing them.
Meg came in and opened the cabinet under the sink. I said no. She reached in. I said no, close the cabinet. So she did. Then she opened it again. I said NO and closed it. She opened it again, grabbed a sponge, and ran off. I let it go, because I just wanted to finish washing the bottles. She came back and opened the door again. I said NO. She reached for the Fantastik. I freaked out, screamed at her, picked her up, took her to her room, dumped her in the crib, and closed the door.
I felt terrible. Its all my fault, anyway. I’ve been meaning to throw out the Fantastik (we use a vinegar/water solution to clean now) and I’ve really been meaning to put a child-proof lock the cabinet under the sink. If I’d have just done my job as a parent, it wouldn’t have happened. But I told her four times not to play under the sink and I just snapped.
I finished washing the bottles, warmed one for her, then went to her room. She was still crying. I apologized for yelling and hugged her. I gave her the bottle, snuggled, and read The Foot Book five times. Then, I turned off the lights, sang her a lullaby, and put her to bed.
And went to my room and cried.
Anyway, that’s how I felt about our night. Thomas had a golf outing in Minnesota today, so Meg and I were on our own and I had a nice little night planned. I had to leave work early to pick her up, which was something to look forward to (who doesn’t like to leave early!) Then, we were going to go to the grocery store and use my coupon out of the super-special coupon book my husband managed to snag to get a free rotisserie chicken with the purchase of Lipton sides (on sale!). I loooove the Cheddar Broccoli, even though I’m sure its terrible for me. White pasta, powdered cheese sauce, dehydrated broccoli. I don’t care. I love it.
Plus, as a bonus, the grocery store has a Starbucks, so I was going to get a treat for myself. We did all that, then came home and had the easiest dinner ever. Rotisserie chicken, canned green beans, and blueberries. A little high on sodium, but still a pretty good dinner. After clearing away dinner, I put Meg in the bath, soaped her up, rinsed her off, then sat next to the bathtub with my latte and a book. She splashed and I read. It was nice.
I’m trying with all my might to focus on the night up to that point. Because after that it all went to hell. She threw a tantrum when I took her out of the tub (and I’d let her stay in extra long). I fought her to get her lotioned, diapered, and in pajamas. Then I went to the kitchen to warm a bottle and found all the nipples and rings were dirty. So I started washing them.
Meg came in and opened the cabinet under the sink. I said no. She reached in. I said no, close the cabinet. So she did. Then she opened it again. I said NO and closed it. She opened it again, grabbed a sponge, and ran off. I let it go, because I just wanted to finish washing the bottles. She came back and opened the door again. I said NO. She reached for the Fantastik. I freaked out, screamed at her, picked her up, took her to her room, dumped her in the crib, and closed the door.
I felt terrible. Its all my fault, anyway. I’ve been meaning to throw out the Fantastik (we use a vinegar/water solution to clean now) and I’ve really been meaning to put a child-proof lock the cabinet under the sink. If I’d have just done my job as a parent, it wouldn’t have happened. But I told her four times not to play under the sink and I just snapped.
I finished washing the bottles, warmed one for her, then went to her room. She was still crying. I apologized for yelling and hugged her. I gave her the bottle, snuggled, and read The Foot Book five times. Then, I turned off the lights, sang her a lullaby, and put her to bed.
And went to my room and cried.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Tossing the birth control pills...
…but not in the way you think.
The side effects have killed me. The short version: over the last 6 years I’ve tried 3 different kinds of hormonal birth control, once to try and reduce the pain of cramps, once for actual birth control, and once for acne. Every time, I became depressed. It seems my body HATES having my hormones f’ed with.
About a month and a half ago, I started a new kind (for acne) with great trepidation. It was a tentative, I’ll give it a try…but at the first sign of depression, the pills are in the trash. Well, the first signs came a couple weeks ago. But I thought I’d stick it out until my dermatologist appointment this week so we could discuss. And then, this weekend, I got a MIGRAINE.
It was horrible. I got a headache on Tuesday and it built all week, getting worse and worse. Saturday (at my in-laws), I woke up at 4 am puking and continued to throw up all day. From 4 a.m., when I tried to eat some toast, until 5 pm I didn’t keep a single thing down. Not even 7-Up. It wasn’t the flu. I’m pretty positive it was the headache. Now, I’ve never had a migraine, but I think this qualifies. I laid in a cool, dark room all day. Movement made it worse. Every time I ventured out to check on my mother-in-law and Meg, I ended up running to the bathroom instead. And this is the most important part: once Tylenol took the edge off the migraine, I could keep food down. Of course, I didn’t manage to keep any Tylenol down until the afternoon, which is why I didn’t manage to eat any food until dinner.
We were in town for a wedding. I missed it. I love weddings. It really stunk being sick away from home, but I do have to admit it was nice to have an eager babysitter (my mother-in-law) around all day!
I will NOT be trying this birth control pill again. Since hope springs eternal, I always think that maybe, just maybe, I’ll find one that doesn’t give me depression, so I’ll probably try again. I have to, if I want to take the super-strong-pills-that-cause-birth-defects for a shot at “curing” the acne (two forms of birth control are required). Although, I was on the fence about it anyway, so I think I’ll shelve it for awhile.
P.S. I know someone warned me about the potential for migraines on this particular kind of BC – was that here? If so, thank you! It helped to have a probable reason for why this happened – and how to make it never happen again.
P.P.S In case I wasn't clear enough: we do use back-up birth control and will continue to. We're not trying to get pregnant right now.
The side effects have killed me. The short version: over the last 6 years I’ve tried 3 different kinds of hormonal birth control, once to try and reduce the pain of cramps, once for actual birth control, and once for acne. Every time, I became depressed. It seems my body HATES having my hormones f’ed with.
About a month and a half ago, I started a new kind (for acne) with great trepidation. It was a tentative, I’ll give it a try…but at the first sign of depression, the pills are in the trash. Well, the first signs came a couple weeks ago. But I thought I’d stick it out until my dermatologist appointment this week so we could discuss. And then, this weekend, I got a MIGRAINE.
It was horrible. I got a headache on Tuesday and it built all week, getting worse and worse. Saturday (at my in-laws), I woke up at 4 am puking and continued to throw up all day. From 4 a.m., when I tried to eat some toast, until 5 pm I didn’t keep a single thing down. Not even 7-Up. It wasn’t the flu. I’m pretty positive it was the headache. Now, I’ve never had a migraine, but I think this qualifies. I laid in a cool, dark room all day. Movement made it worse. Every time I ventured out to check on my mother-in-law and Meg, I ended up running to the bathroom instead. And this is the most important part: once Tylenol took the edge off the migraine, I could keep food down. Of course, I didn’t manage to keep any Tylenol down until the afternoon, which is why I didn’t manage to eat any food until dinner.
We were in town for a wedding. I missed it. I love weddings. It really stunk being sick away from home, but I do have to admit it was nice to have an eager babysitter (my mother-in-law) around all day!
I will NOT be trying this birth control pill again. Since hope springs eternal, I always think that maybe, just maybe, I’ll find one that doesn’t give me depression, so I’ll probably try again. I have to, if I want to take the super-strong-pills-that-cause-birth-defects for a shot at “curing” the acne (two forms of birth control are required). Although, I was on the fence about it anyway, so I think I’ll shelve it for awhile.
P.S. I know someone warned me about the potential for migraines on this particular kind of BC – was that here? If so, thank you! It helped to have a probable reason for why this happened – and how to make it never happen again.
P.P.S In case I wasn't clear enough: we do use back-up birth control and will continue to. We're not trying to get pregnant right now.
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