Now I know that this post may be TMI for some, but I have to share this with people because the fact is, my anti-wrinkle cream just ruined the last three days of my life.
You see, I'm turning forty next year and I looked in the mirror and said, "Oh shit!" Years of sunbathing without much sunblock have definitely taken a toll on my skin, even though at age 32 or so, I swore off tanning and wear sunblock and hats pretty religiously. Still, I had at least 12 years of hardcore sun under my epidermis, and it was showing.
So I read through the reviews on Sephora (my crack provider) and chose Philosophy's Save Me. It had high ratings, and I know that Philosophy is a good brand.
I ordered it online because who the hell has time to shop at a Sephora store? I received it, and started using it right away because dude, I needed help.
It was about that time when Ms. P began being crabby. Whiny, non-sleepy crabby. The kind of crabby that drives you up and wall and then makes you want to punch through it. I was seriously wondering where my good-natured girl had gone to, and why was she being replaced by a baby who was unhappy pretty much 24/7?
Well, I blame it on my no-time factor, because it wasn't until yesterday that I read the entire label on the bottle, which included this lovely line, "If pregnant or lactating, check with your doctor before use."
You see, the cream has retinol, which is a concentrated version of Vitamin A, and that can be secreted into breastmilk, which some babies will react to, and not in a good way.
It seems Ms. P was one of those babies. Of course.
So I stopped using it last night, and today she is a completely different baby. Her normal cheerful, sleepy self. Well, even more sleepy than usual because she is catching up on three days of little sleep.
I have vowed to stop using the cream, even though it was working beautifully, even in the short amount of time I used it.
Fine, mama will continue looking like a troll so that you can sleep, baby girl.
The sacrifices I make for this child.