Four years ago, I was beginning to heal my gut. I was doing
everything by the book and I was determined to “not feel sick anymore”.
A month later I would feel on top of the world! Free of all
Candida symptoms. No more nausea, no more bloating, no more fatigue, my brain
fog (it’s a real thing) was GONE! I felt energetic, strong and I was sleeping
better than I ever had.
Then, in March, three months into not one, single,
cheat-day, cheat-food, cheat-bite-of-anything…we found out I was pregnant with
our third and last baby.
I went off the Candida diet because I kept losing weight due
to the pregnancy nausea and all I wanted was a saltine cracker.
I didn’t stray completely off the path. I ate healthy meals
and still stayed away from sugar. Even though I had extra fluid like all my
other pregnancies, I gained a very healthy amount of weight. (I guess sometimes
you figure more out with each kid you have).
Here I am, almost exactly four years from my first meal of plain
eggs with spinach and I’m in so much pain and discomfort and exhaustion.
I’m committed to working with my naturopath. I’m back on my
strict diet. The only thing I can’t let go of yet is my one cup of caffeinated coffee
in the morning with my sugar-free creamer.
I have waves of hope
and they inevitably come crashing down again when I wrestle with nausea, and
sweat and cramp until the wee hours of the morning before finally experiencing relief
and falling into bed for a couple, short, hours before my children wake.
I’m struggling with fighting against the yeast-overgrowth
and accepting that I am, indeed, a “sick mom”.
It’s an interesting burden to bear. I have empathy with the
so many who struggle with any kind of food sensitivity or restriction.
I keep holding tightly to Jesus. I do my best to “cast all my
cares” on Him and remember the truth-He will never leave me.
