A Few Of My Favorite Things For November

These are a few of my favorite things, lalaala. 🙂 So, I have quite a few blog posts planned for the next few weeks. I am going to try to break them up with some lighter topics like this. I’m not sure what the other “lighter” topics will be, but this one sounded pretty good. So here we go! Here’s a list of my current favorite things! In no particular order…

  1. Butt Paste – The name says it all! This stuff is fantastic! My boys are generally not prone to diaper rashes, but when they do get one it’s not at all good. I put this on as soon as they’re clean and by the next diaper change I can already tell a difference! Amazing. Get it. http://a.co/5ZqvPoo
  2. Hoover Floor Vacuum – I have 4 pets at home: 2 dogs, 2 cats. With the amount of fur that collects around here I could make 4 more! I probably shouldn’t mention that… Anyway! This thing is a life saver. Before, I would sweep everything – which meant that I had fur flying all over the place. The fur would get stuck on the broom, or I would have a hard time actually trying to keep the fur together to sweep it up and throw it away. My new best friend. Amazing. Get it. http://a.co/gXHW0HR
  3. Puzzles – This cube puzzle from Melissa & Doug has been great! Jacob loves to figure out the puzzle itself and the twins love to stack the cubes on top of each other. Win, win! http://a.co/ck8Ut8F
  4. Super Simple Songs YouTube – There are so many videos that you could play this in the background ALL DAY. I have. For multiple days in a row. (I’ll stab myself if i have to do that again. Jk, Kinda…) It’s educational and fun for all ages. Jacob loves this channel, clearly. https://www.youtube.com/user/SuperSimpleSongs
  5. Blender Recipes – Things like muffins and pancakes, so easy! All the ingredients go into the blender, blend, pour, bake, done! Very little clean-up, usually minimal ingredients. I love time savers like this. Here’s one of our favorites. http://www.wellplated.com/banana-oatmeal-muffins/
  6. Coconut coffee – I buy mine at Costco but it’s another quick and easy food item for me. When the twins are awake – and I don’t want to spend time making a real cup of coffee – I just turn my electric kettle on, wrangle the kiddos, grab a cup, pour a few tablespoons in, pour my water in and done! It has a perk too! I swear that this stuff has made my nails and hair so much stronger and healthier! Good stuff. Get it. http://a.co/5VxH97k
  7. Quiet time! – These keep getting few-er and far between-er (not proper english, i know!). I luxuriate in it each time I manage to grab some! These days they last at least an hour. So, I’ll do a long bath, straighten my hair, put a mask on, or whatever pampering I feel I need to keep me sane. Forget trying to clean or do chores. Take care of yourself. Your sanity is what keeps everyone else sane, trust me.
  8. Colder days – I love fall. It means warm house, baking and holidays, but also shoveling snow and negative degree weather, bleh. However, the reason colder days are a favorite is because SNUGGLES ALL THE TIME. I have an excuse to make hot drinks – which means I have someone requesting my love (or the hot chocolate) at all times. I soak it up.
  9. Naps – Not for the kids but naps for me! Usually on a weekend when my husband is home and I’ve run out of gas from running around with the kids all week. I’ll grab my favorite blanket and stick my thumb in my mouth and go snuggle myself to sleep. Leave the hubs to the chaos. He can deal; they’re his too.
  10. Music – Growing up in my house meant that on Saturdays my mom would blast the Spanish music and that was our cue to start cleaning! It was her way to keep her focus. Nowadays I play music at home (loudly) almost every day. It helps me calm my mood when I need it. There’s the added bonus that it helps me focus when I need it. Though, the best part is that it helps me groove in the kitchen at dinner time. Especially when I really don’t feel like cooking. It really is a mood swinger for me. I love it.


Alo! Alo! Bienvenidos a mi blog! Como estan? Yo… pues bien… nerviosa! Ja! Me llamo Luma. Soy nacida Mexicana pero criada en Chicago, IL. Soy ama de casa y aqui intentare escribir temas sobre mi vida, temas que me apasionan y lo que es cuidar a mi familia: Elliot y Jackson, gemelos de un año, Jacob de casi 3 años, Denise de 11 años, dos perros y dos gatos. Al parecer no tengo mis manos llenas todavía y quiero un lugar donde pueda escribir lo que quiera sin tener que censurar (jejeje) para los pequeños. También voy a cubrir temas que tengan que ver con la estructura social de los Estados Unidos, temas sobre mi matrimonio interracial, temas sobre salud y mucho mas! Mi deseo es que este blog sea un poco mas que el típico blog y que les interese a ustedes. Sin embargo, tampoco esperen temas a diario. Esta mamá tiene responsabilidades fuera del blog y esas son mi prioridad. No van a encontrar aquí fotos tipo “instagram” tampoco. Pura vida real aqui. Asi que, a leer se a dicho! Dejenme comentarios y ayudenme a sentir como que no soy la unica rara en este mundo, je je.

P.D. – Este blog sera mi primera vez escribiendo en espanol a diario. Hare mi mejor intento de aprender de mis errores y ojala ustedes me puedan ayudar. Dejenme comentarios si creen que escribi algo mal. Les prometo que no muerdo (mucho).

Hypothyroidism – My Journey With An Autoimmune Disease


The Beginning

Hypothyroidism – this one is hard for me. This autoimmune condition always hits me with all its got. It likes to make itself known in the weirdest ways – always. That, exactly, is what makes it one of those disorders that are very hard to diagnose. I was fortunate though. I’m sorry if you weren’t. I’m sorry if you were one of those people that had a hard time getting answers. I know the toll it takes. I know.


Raise your hand if you’ve experienced that pesky feeling named “stress.” That emotional response that causes your heart to beat a million miles a minute – that makes your palms and your forehead shiny with sweat. It makes you anxious, and it makes your stomach loop around itself, endlessly. Nowadays, you hear it all over the place that you should do what you can to reduce stress levels. However, it’s one of those things that’s harder said than done.

Stress… I swear it’s what triggered my thyroid issues.

So, I had just switched jobs. I went from supporting 100 people to supporting over 1,500. The phone was always ringing. The emails were always coming. The people I supported were executives and their assistants. It was hard. These people were not nice. They didn’t care about me or my well being. They only cared that their shit worked so they could make the company money. I don’t blame them though. They were probably stressed too.

Needless to say, my first year there was hard, but I also had other stressors: I was a single mom at the time, and I still lived with my parents. When you love your family, but you have a child, everything changes. My happiness was dwindling, and I needed so much to prove to myself that I could be self-reliant. There was a goal for me to move out, as part of this self-reliance, but I also wanted the nagging (Mexican remember?) from my parents about how I needed to raise Denise (my now 11 year old), to stop.

Then, within that same year, I started experiencing panic attacks. If you haven’t had them before, then you can not empathize. I don’t wish them on anybody. It felt like I was experiencing a heart attack. I wanted to scream and cry at the same time. My heart hurt with each beat. My breath stopped with each beat. My heart leaped up to my throat with each beat. I was drenched in sweat. My arm felt numb. I made my first ER visit for a panic attack. It was a long night.

Thankfully, the ER doctor that treated me didn’t disregard me for having one. So many times I hear stories of people who were mistreated or belittled. It’s devastating to have a panic attack and emotionally painful to be treated like you’re bringing something so debilitating “onto yourself.” News flash people! We aren’t! The ER doctor gave me some “calming” medications and told me to get a hold of my stress. I took those damn “medications” once. I felt another panic attack coming on one night, so I grabbed a pill. It knocked me into the weirdest state I’ve ever been in – somewhere between a dream and the real world. I was drifting, sinking. The feeling stayed with me for a few hours. After I got out of it, I couldn’t function. I was drowsy and irritable. Never again. I didn’t care if I had to get myself through the next one (somehow), I would figure it out.

Then it was the constant fatigue. You know how sometimes you feel so exhausted that you pass out instantaneously? Or how sometimes you’re so exhausted that you want to sleep and sleep and sleep? Of course, once you’ve gotten enough rest, you’re ready to do what you gotta do. You just needed to catch up on some z’s. Wouldn’t it be so hard if you never actually caught up though? If you always needed five more minutes? That was me. I would wake up in the morning exhausted, every day – even if I had gone to sleep at 6 pm the day before and opened my eyes at 7 am the next morning. You know what’s even better? Needing a nap after having slept 12+ hours and then not being able to wake up from that nap either. I would joke that I was a modern sleeping beauty, but it wouldn’t be funny. Being constantly tired and continuously sleeping (especially when it’s not restful sleep) is its own kind of torture. It leads to more stress and even depression. On top of that, I still had Denise to take care of. My family helped so much, but she was still mine. She wanted her mommy. I couldn’t be present with her when I was always so tired.

Finally, I had a scheduled appointment with my family doctor for a follow-up to my panic attack incidents. There were two things I remembered explicitly: she asked me how heavy my periods were and then she told me she would do blood tests. It had never even occurred to me that my period could be “heavy.” I just thought I had needed to change a few extra pads lately. No big deal. Our bodies change all the time, but when she put it into perspective it turned out to be something to think about. When my test results came in, she wanted to see me to talk about them. I thought for sure she would say I had cancer or something (fuck me… more stress). As it turns out, she said she was looking for one test specifically. She was looking at my T4 levels (if you are hypo/er you know what that means) and mine were not right. She said I would need to talk to an endocrinologist and that I was possibly “hypothyroid.” It’s incredible how out of whack our bodies can get that something so regular as getting your period every month can also be used to determine your health.


So, my first question, what is a thyroid? Second question, what is an endocrinologist? Third question, what is hypo-thyroid? Fourth question, am I going to die? (This seems so funny now that I know the answers.) This was my first meeting with the endocrinologist. I was freaked out (naturally), but also hoping that this would be the prognosis that would help me deal with my high levels of stress, my panic attacks, my fatigue and weirdly, my heavy period. As it turns out, it was, and it wasn’t.

What the hell is a thyroid anyway? It’s a butterfly, he he he. No, not really. It’s shaped like one though. If you put your hand in the middle of your throat, right in front of your esophagus, that’s where it lives. It’s not very big. It causes BIG issues though.

So, what’s an endocrinologist? A doctor that specializes in diseases that are caused by problems with your hormones. They treat people with things such as thyroid diseases (me), diabetes, even menopause! Lastly, what is hypothyroid? It means my thyroid produces low levels of thyroid hormones. Here’s the general definition of hypothyroidism: an under-active thyroid; a condition in which your thyroid doesn’t provide enough of certain hormones. Here’s the kicker, these “certain” hormones, control SO SO SO many of your bodily functions that symptoms of hypothyroidism vary. They can also be confused with other things, like, depression – which has the same symptoms. The cure for all of my craziness? More hormones! Yay! (LOL.) It seems so simple, but it isn’t. Um, so am I going to die? Not likely. I could get thyroid cancer, or develop tumors (which is possible), but the likelihood is not very high.

Now What?

The next steps are the “it is, but it isn’t”, and the “it was and it wasn’t” simple part of my journey to treating hypothyroid. The easy part was taking my daily thyroid pill. It’s just one itty bitty tiny pill that I take every morning an hour before breakfast. See? That’s the “it is” part. Here’s the “it isn’t” part: it can take weeks or months for the hormones to have any effect on helping your thyroid regulate itself. Also, your first dose may not be the correct dose. It’s complicated. You could be on a dose your doctor thought to be right for you according to your blood tests, but yet you still feel the same. Or you could be on a dose too high and also experience one or even more symptoms than before. Your prescription is something that has to be fine-tuned, with time. Also, if you plan on getting pregnant, you need to elevate your hormone levels to have enough for a developing fetus. Then you need to find your correct dose during your pregnancy (more blood tests, yay). Finally, you need to find your exact dose AGAIN after birth – as if shit isn’t crazy enough already with normal pregnancy hormones. *SIGH*

So, seems simple, and it is, but it isn’t.

Current Events

Hypothyroidism is one of those autoimmune disorders that stays with you for life. I find that after almost nine years of having it I am still in the throes of battle. Every few months I ask myself if maybe I’m more tired than usual? If perhaps my period is too heavy again? If maybe I’m gaining weight because my thyroid levels are off again? Oh, weight! What a burden is thee! Here’s another tidbit, in case you didn’t know, people with hypothyroidism gain weight quickly and have a much harder time shedding it than any healthy person (and it’s already hard for some!). Anyway… that’s a whole ‘nother topic that maybe I’ll discuss separately.

What I want to say is that I’m continually trying to stay on top of it. I have appointments once to twice a year to catch up with my doctor and talk about any recurring issues. I have blood tests done every 6-8 weeks to make sure my levels are perfect. Lately, they haven’t been. After the ordeal of pregnancy with my twins, even over a year later, I’m still not finding my “normal” thyroid levels. It’s hard.

So, if you have hypothyroidism (or any thyroid issue really), I feel for you. I know. My family doctor was able to identify very quickly that I had a possible thyroid problem. Once I was on medication, I felt like my normal self again. I got a promotion. Somewhere during that time I also found an apartment and a boyfriend! I was happy. My high energy levels came back – I could exercise! I lost a tiny bit of weight gain. I WASN’T FATIGUED! Do you know what it’s like, after being so tired for so long, to be awake?? It’s exhilarating! I was a new person. I loved myself, and that meant I could also fully love my daughter.

So, if you find yourself fighting to figure out why you feel so terrible after trying to find answers to your symptoms, try checking for thyroid problems. You never know.

Disclaimer: I am not a medical professional. The point of this blog post is merely to detail my experience and share my symptoms with others who are interested in hypothyroidism. If you feel that you have similar symptoms, please consult your doctor.

Hello world!

Hi. How are you? Good? Good. I’m OK, really. Actually… no I’m not. I’m nervous. Actually, I’m really nervous. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I’m going out on a limb here, so here goes. My name is Luma. I’m a stay-at-home mom of 2 dogs, 2 cats and 4 kiddos: Denise 11, Jacob 2, twins Jack and Elliot 1. I worked in IT for 8 years before staying home after Jacob was born. This blog will be about my life, raising twins, raising 3 under 3, health issues, social issues and whatever else I feel like writing about.

I’m hoping this will be an outlet for me where I can express what I want without having to censor myself for a pre-teen and little ones. I’m hoping I can make it a pleasure to read and not just another crap blog about how awesome (hard) parenting is. I’ll also be throwing in some bits about being Hispanic in an interracial relationship plus other juicy topics.

So…stick with me. I’ll try to make this worth your while. I’ll give you a fair warning though, I’m crap at taking pictures so don’t expect pretty, well-balanced, “blog-y” type photographs. Also, in case you didn’t catch this earlier, I’m a mom to 4 kids and 4 pets, I’ll try my best to post as regularly as I can. And…here’s a disclaimer (yep, first post and there it is already), I’m not a professional in any capacity other than being the mother to MY children and running MY home. Please read my posts for your pleasure and if they apply to you in any way please let me know. I’d like to feel like I’m not the only weirdo in this world! Here’s to hoping I don’t embarrass myself (knocks on wood) though I might, I can never really be sure.