It all started in late January 2012 when I noticed my skin starting to break out a little more than normal. I basically told myself it was no big deal and that I would just clean, cover and move on. Well, the cleaning and covering continued for a couple months and it didn't seem to get any better. I was therefore unable to move on very well with life because I was constantly
In this picture you can tell my face is still red and a little swollen from the scaring. I spent as much time as possible outside hoping that the sun would cure my acne...it didn't really work.
I finally went to another dermatologist who said that in order to put me on a more powerful medicine I would have to wean my then 18 month daughter. While I thought weaning Peyton wouldn't be that big of a deal it ended up being very sad for me. Peyton had a hard time not drinking 'mommy milk' and I went through a whole bunch of feelings about the decision I had just made. (Guilt, Mommy failure, etc...). To be honest, all I cared about was healing my acne. Here is a photo last November. The acne was improving, slowly.
This one is from this morning. I am sorry for the dull look but notice I am not wearing any make up and my acne is almost gone. I am so thankful.
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