Okay, as I stated in my “I’m Back” post, I got pregnant and had a baby since the last time I posted on here. The pregnancy was a difficult one due to a high risk factor plus the fact I was pregnant with arthritis and polymyalgia. To make a long story short, my doctors consulted one another (the rheumatologist, my primary care doctor, and my OB) and decided that the benefits of me continuing my oxycodone use during pregnancy far outweighed the risks.

When I was told I needed to stay on my pain meds throughout pregnancy, I was a bit conflicted. I even tried weaning myself off of the meds without telling my doctors because I didn’t like the idea of taking such high amounts of opiates while I was pregnant. Not taking the pain meds left me completely immobile, and I had 5 other kids to take care of, so that was not going to be an option. I tried to research anything and everything I could on the Internet about oxycodone and pregnancy, and found little to no information. No studies have been done, obviously, so there was no data to pull from. But it made me paranoid every time I had to take a pill. So if you are pregnant and have been prescribed oxycodone or oxycontin or Percocet during pregnancy, I’ll share my own experience with you. I can’t promise you that your experience will go the same way if you take oxycodone during pregnancy, but I can tell you what I myself experienced. Also, I have to say I am not a doctor and cannot give you medical advice and I am not telling you that you should  take oxycodone when pregnant because I’m not opening myself up to that liability. I am just telling you about my own personal experience. With that being said, I will say if you are NOT prescribed oxycodone during pregnancy, DO NOT take it. If you need it and your doctors prescribe it, that’s one thing. If you do not need it and you take it recreationally, that is not okay.

How Much Oxycodone Was I Taking?

At first I was taking one 15 mg pill 5 times a day. This was oxycodone, not oxycontin or Percocet. The difference is that oxycontin is time-released. Oxycodone is not. Percocet has Tylenol in it. Oxycodone does not. Eventually, at about 7 months pregnant, I had weaned myself down to one 15 mg pill in the morning, one 15 mg pill in the afternoon, and a half a 15 mg pill at night. So at the end of my pregnancy, in total, I was taking about 37.5 mg of oxycodone a day.

My doctor told me my baby “might” have withdrawals when she was born. I was freaking out about it. Every day I would search the Internet trying to find studies that indicated what her chances were of actually going through withdrawal. Nothing is out there. There is no data to research. No studies to reference. But I figured, if I breast fed her and then weaned her off of the breast milk, she wouldn’t withdraw since there would be trace amounts of the drug in my breast milk. I thought this might work in theory, but really had no idea because the doctors didn’t have any answers and I had no idea how much of the drug was getting through the placenta or how much would get through my breast milk. It did, however, work. My daughter did not suffer a single symptom of withdrawal.

I should also mention I was taking prenatal vitamins in addition to 4mg (mg, not mcg) of folic acid a day to counteract any effects the oxycodone might have been having on her. The folic acid I used I got from Amazon.com because it was cheap and effective. It was the Nature Made Folic Acid 400mcg, 250 Tablets (Pack of 3). I popped ten of those suckers a day. Literally, ten a day because folic acid comes in much smaller doses than what they wanted me to take.

So to sum it up, I took my medication as prescribed, ate right, took my vitamins and folic acid, prayed every morning and night, and my daughter was born perfectly healthy and suffered no withdrawals at all. If you are pregnant and are taking pain killers that have been prescribed to you and you are worried and want to ask me any questions at all feel free, because I remember what a nervous wreck I was when I was pregnant and didn’t know if my daughter was going to suffer withdrawals after birth or not. I thank God she didn’t.

I’m Back

Posted: July 4, 2014 in Misc

Yes, I have been gone for a very long time. A lot has happened. My life isn’t perfect but it’s getting better. I have a lot of information to share, however, with lots of different people who might need it so you can expect quite a few posts in the coming months.

Let’s see, what’s happened since my last post?

Oh! I had a baby. Not the baby I was adopting. See I was adopting that baby and then I got pregnant and actually had a baby too. She’s three months old now. I don’t know how some people do it. I’m blessed, but there are people who have to diaper three or four kids at once who don’t have jobs or own businesses. I have two in diapers and I feel like they literally eat money.

Speaking of money, I’ve been thinking of starting some kind of fund or grant program for people who can’t afford lawyers but need to fight DCFS. I’d like all of your feedback on that.

Oh, Mr. BPD, well he’s still an asshole with problems but he’s in a 12-step program. Two of them actually. So my life in that regard has gotten easier. Not to mention my uncle who was away for a while came back and basically told him if he didn’t knock his shit off, Mr. BPD was going to sit locked in a cage with a 90-inch monitor and watch…. Well I can’t go there. Let’s just say he’s been on his best behavior. And all I have to do is mention my uncle’s name and he freezes like a deer in headlights. I guess some people do have to be motivated by fear. Never really believed in that before.

Oh and my son went to jail for about 18 hours. For beating the hell out of Mr. BPD. This was before my uncle came back. My 18 year old son thinks he has to take care of his mom, although I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Mr. BPD wasn’t being violent. Hasn’t since that one night about 4 years ago where he almost landed himself in jail for 15 years. But he was being a raging ass. My son got fed up and before I knew what was happening Mr. BPD was on the ground and my son was on top of him. Mr. BPD walked away with 2 black eyes and a broken nose. My son got a $150 fine in the end. My mother pulled strings, which she rarely ever does.

My business managed to survive my 6 months of bed rest and 3 weeks of recovery from the c-section. I know they say don’t go back to work for 6 weeks. I telecommuted after allowing myself to heal for 3 weeks because my assistant was ready to kill herself by that time.

This pregnancy was a challenge. It literally almost killed me. But my beautiful daughter is worth every second of the pain. In fact, I don’t even remember much of it. Just that I said I would never get pregnant again, and I won’t. Had my tubes tied.

I now have a total of 6 kids living under my roof. Two will be ready for college in a year or two. I’m afraid of what college costs are going to look like in 18 years considering what it’s going to cost to send these two.

I hope all of you have been well.

Hello readers. I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted. Things have been more than hectic. In fact, hectic is a very big understatement. However, I have a favor to ask everyone who visits this site. If you, or someone you know, lives in Utah and has had issues with Utah DCFS and the agency acted improperly during your case, lied, or did anything wrong to harm you or your family, there is a blog reader here who may be able to help. I have been in contact with this blog reader and they want to make sure that this agency is held accountable for their actions. If you have had an issue with Utah DCFS, reply to me via the comment option on this blog with your email address. I won’t publish the comment so it won’t be public, but I will forward your email to the reader who is handling this issue. It is time that agencies like this are held accountable for the bullying, lying, and child trafficking they have been practicing. It is time for people to band together and do something about it. It is time to show these abusers of power that NO ONE is above the law. It’s finally time for people to take a stand. If you live in Utah and have been abused by Utah DCFS, now is the time to take action.

And It Starts Again

Posted: June 9, 2013 in Misc

I told my readers I would update them about Mr. BPD’s epiphany. Well, one of my readers was right. It’s temporary. Just today he attacked me, and this attack was calculated and deliberate and more manipulative than ever. For those of you who are holding out hope for their BPD partners, I’m sorry. I don’t think there is any. Either learn to deal with the bullshit or get out. Things probably won’t change on their part. At least not for any real period of time.

Sometimes Things Change

Posted: June 6, 2013 in Misc

Life has a way of playing games with you. I’m writing this to give some of you out there a bit of hope. People with BPD can indeed have an epiphany. They wake up one day and realize all of the damage that they have done and they decide they want to fix it. At least that is what has happened to Mr. BPD. He just woke up one day and freaked out about the way he treats me. He broke down, apologized, and actually called therapists to make multiple appointments for his different issues. He ordered self-help books from Amazon.com and purchased eBooks to read in the meantime to help him until those books came. What does this mean for me though?

The situation that brought me to him was not ideal, to say the least. The scars I bear aren’t magically erased. My cynicism is not gone. My heart does not belong to him. And all of the things he is doing, I am hoping he is doing for himself and not me. I want him to be a better person for him. Because I cannot be the one he changes for. I cannot be his rock. I cannot love him the way he needs me to. And I feel terrible about these things. 

My emotions are so confused and convoluted right now. Half of me is saying this is just another one of his temporary “nice guy” phases, but there is something different about him. Regardless, I still feel as though I am living a life that is not my own and I am playing a part I was never intended to play. 

For those of you who live with someone with BPD, however, I hope this provides some inspiration. Pray. Pray hard that the person you love will see what he or she is doing to you. Because sometimes prayers are answered. I hope the best for each and every one of you and I will let you know if this was a temporary lapse in his personality. But if he has really changed, I will let you know that too. So you, my readers, can hold out hope. Without hope there is nothing.

That doesn’t help my situation. But for some of you, it may be a source of hope and inspiration. 

If you’re in a relationship with someone with BPD, there’s something you need to realize. No one can save you from the hell your life has become. No one but you anyway. And how you choose to do that is up to you. For some it means breaking free from the relationship. For others it means closing the door on a life that has spiraled out of control. My heart goes out to anyone who is in such a situation.

Many people will ask you, “Why don’t you just leave?” Many of us know the answer isn’t always that simple. Some of us are bound financially. Others are bound by other issues. Whatever binds us is what creates the prison that prevents us from leaving, even though we know that leaving is the only thing that will save us. To an outsider it seems simple. Just walk away. To those of us who live the reality of this hell, the answer is never as simple as that. Our lives become a web that is impossible to get out of.

My point here is that when many of us realize this, we begin looking for someone to save us. We begin to count on a person to be a knight in shining armor. Maybe it’s an ex. Maybe it’s an old friend. Maybe it’s someone who is new to your life. Maybe it’s someone you have loved your whole life. Whoever it is, don’t do it. Don’t fall victim to false hope. I’m going to save you a lot of heartbreak and maybe even your life right now. Because I am going to tell you the cold hard truth before you have to learn the lesson the hard way.

If you’re in this tangled living hell of a web, no one can save you. You either find a way out of it yourself or you don’t get out at all. No one is going to come to your rescue. The only thing that others can offer you is false hope. The only person who will ever truly be there for you is you. It’s an ugly truth, but it’s a truth nonetheless.

I don’t mean to sound so harsh. But every word I type is true. If you are in a relationship with someone who has BPD you are going to lose yourself, if you haven’t done so already. You will want to get out, but there may be no way for you to escape. It’s best to leave before you become this entangled because once you do, you’ll find yourself in a hole that you have no way of getting out of.

Perhaps this won’t be the case for you. Perhaps the person you are with will actually want to change and will actually do so. If this is what you are counting on, please be realistic and realize that the chances of a person with BPD changing are slim. If you’re counting on someone else to save you, don’t. You are the only one who can save yourself, and perhaps not even you can do that. The moral of the story is this…

If you’re already in a relationship with someone who has BPD and you’ve found yourself in this web I speak of, my heart goes out to you. If you are in a new relationship with someone who has the condition and you are not yet entangled, get out now. Run as though your life depends on it, because it may. And don’t count on anyone else to save you. Because in the end that person too will let you down. It’s the nature of the web we weave when we enter into the world of a BPD relationship.

I know this is way off topic, but I wanted to let my readers know about Pittbulls because there are a lot of people out there who are really misinformed about this particular breed.

I’m a dog lover. I always have been. I’ve had dogs since I was 10. Pitbulls, however, were always a no no. I swore I’d never own one, until a friend of mine explained to me how misinformed the public was about the breed. Then, one day, someone from my church was losing their home and I was asked to take their dog for them so they wouldn’t have to put it in a shelter. Being the softie I am, I was more than willing to help. It just so happened, however, that the dog was an American Staffordshire Terrier. A purebred pittbull. I was assured, however, that the dog was very well behaved. Completely house trained. Loving and sweet. I went to meet the dog and he was adorable. I took him home. That was over a year ago. I have never had a problem with him and I can tell you from experience that he is one of the best behaved dogs we have ever owned.

Mr. BPD had a prejudice against pitbulls too. When I brought the first pittbull home I got away with it by using the name of his breed rather than calling him a pittbull. Mr. BPD didn’t catch on that the dog was a pittbul until six months after we had brought him home and I finally told him that the dog he thought was so amazing and well behaved was actually a pitt.

This past weekend there was a humane society that did not have enough room for the dogs they had and there were a number of pittbulls that were going to be put down. We went to adopt one. Had it not been for my first pittbull that we got from the member of my church, we never would have considered it. We used to think these dogs were aggressive and uncontrollable. This couldn’t be further from the truth. We brought home a five month old female pittbull this weekend. And she has proven to us that our first pittbull wasn’t just a fluke. The breed really doesn’t deserve the bad name it’s been given.

The five month old that we brought home is completely housebroken. She listens when we tell her no. She adores the baby. If the baby cries she whimpers and runs to us to make sure we are going to do something about it. Today my friend came over and sat in the living room waiting for me to wake up. When I came downstairs the new pittbull followed me as I was going to let her outside and she noticed my friend sitting on the couch. She did not attack. She did not even growl. She just stood in front of me, between my friend and myself, and watched my friend with a leery gaze. I told her it was alright and I gave her a pat and walked over to my friend and the dog was fine. She wasn’t aggressive. She rolled onto her back so my friend could pet her.

The point of this post is, if you believe the stories about all pittbulls being mean, aggressive and dangerous dogs, don’t believe the nonesense. It’s not the dog that’s the problem. It’s the people who have these dogs and train them to be mean and aggressive that are the problem. My pitts are very eager to please. I assume it’s in the breed to want to please their master. If they are trained to be mean and aggressive by the people who own them, then I’m sure that’s what the dog will do. If, however, you adopt a pittbull and train it to be loving and friendly, the dog will be the best dog you have ever had.

If you are considering adopting a dog at any point in the future, please consider a pittbull. They really are amazing dogs. They are loyal, protective and very easy to train. At least that has been my experience with them. Shelters have hard times finding homes for these dogs because of the reputation they have. When you go to adopt a dog, see if any pittbulls are available. You’ll be able to tell right away if the dog is a friendly dog or if it’s been trained to be mean by the way the dog acts. If the dog is friendly, don’t hesitate to adopt it. They really are an amazing breed.

I just wanted to put my two cents out there on this topic to help put the record straight. Pittbulls are not evil, terrible dogs. They can be just as loving as any other dog and make great family pets. If you can open your home to one, I urge you to do so. There are so many that are in need of good, loving homes. It’s a shame that so many of them are put down each year just because people don’t really understand the breed.

I mentioned the other day that I have changed my tune regarding CPS and DCFS. I have very good reason for doing so. They are not there to protect children like I had thought. They are there to MAKE MONEY off of placing children in foster care and adopting them out. It’s legal human trafficking and no one is doing anything about it. I’m furious.

Let me explain something to you. I have discovered through much research that CPS/DCFS makes money when they put a child in foster care. They also make money when they adopt a child out. This means that they have INCENTIVE to take your children and put them into foster homes, terminate your parental rights and adopt your child to another family. And I’m not just talking a few hundred dollars. They will make THOUSANDS of dollars for each child they steal from a family and adopt out.

I used to tell people to call CPS if they felt that their children were in danger due to an abusive ex. I am not telling you DO NOT call these people. If a crime is committed, and child abuse is a crime, go to the police. If you saw someone being raped you wouldn’t call a crisis hotline. You’d call 911. If you are witnessing child abuse, don’t call CPS. Call the police. The police will likely get CPS involved, but then CPS has to work with the police and doesn’t have free reign to wreak havoc on your family.

CPS is an unchecked government institution that abuses its power for profit. It’s sick, it’s sad and it sounds like a conspiracy theory but it’s not. It’s fact. I am doing more research on how to fight these people. What I do know is that you’ll need an attorney if they set their sights on you. I don’t care if you have to sell everything you own. If you are a target of CPS get an aggressive lawyer who knows what they are doing. It’s your only hope. If there is no way to get an attorney, then you better get ready to represent yourself and that means studying the law and understanding your right. I’m going to be posting quite a bit in regards to this. It’s going to take a lot of posts to get the information out due to the sheer volume of information that needs to be shared. For the time being understand these fundamental facts:

1. You do NOT have to let a CPS worker into your home UNLESS they have a court-issued warrant signed by a judge. They will lie to you. They will try to con their way into your home. Be polite but be firm. Tell them you would like to let them in but you can’t because by doing so you would be violating your 4th amendment protection. Whatever you do, do not let these people in unless you have no choice. If they come with police and force their way in, do not stop them but get the badge numbers of everyone involved. You will be suing them later.

2. Do NOT think that CPS wants to help you. They will try to get you to believe this. It’s not true. They have one goal and one goal only — to get your children. Children are taken out of good homes every single day while abused children are left to suffer. Why? Profit. Actually providing services doesn’t profit these people. Actually protecting children isn’t profitable. Stealing children is profitable and the CPS agent at your door is a kidnapper with a license. Nothing more, nothing less.

3. Do NOT be rude to the CPS worker. They will use it against you. Be polite but firm. Kill them with kindness but do not give up any of your rights and that includes the right to be secure in your property (your home) without allowing anyone in without a warrant. If the CPS worker insists on coming in even without a warrant and the police aren’t trying to force their way in, simply say “I need to call my attorney, I am very sorry but I must go” and shut the door. Be ready for them to come back with a warrant because they likely will.

I’ll be giving more information and more details behind how I found all of this out. Just know that I am no longer a supporter of CPS. When I was told the CPS horror stories in the past I thought for sure there were facts missing and that the “innocent” victims weren’t really that innocent. I now know better. I’ve told readers in the past to get help from CPS. Now I’m telling you to avoid them like the plague.

I’m not a lawyer and I can’t give legal advice, but this is what I can tell you from my own personal experience. CPS is not there to help you or your child. The agency is about making money and they do that by taking children away from their families.

Okay, for quite some time I’ve been telling my readers to go to social services such as DCFS (department of child and family services) or CPS (child protective services) when trying to get a child out of a dangerous situation. Don’t. In fact, don’t trust those people AT ALL. They are liars. They make money by taking kids and putting them in foster care. You may think your ex or their new significant other is your enemy. You may think BPD is your enemy. I can tell you right now, CPS is your enemy and you don’t even realize it.

I used to believe that CPS was a government agency in place to protect children. HA was I wrong. CPS is nothing but a government front for child trafficking. Anyone who knows me knows I’m not paranoid. I’m not a conspiracy theorist. I believe in cold hard facts and I wish I could take back every time I told someone to go to this agency for help.

Why don’t I want my readers going to CPS/DCFS anymore? Because if you think those kids are going to end up in your home if you do, you’re sorely mistaken. These agencies want your kids in foster care. Why? Because that’s how they get funding. How much money do these kidnappers get for putting your child in foster care? It varies. If a DCFS/CPS worker is able to take your child, put him or her in foster care, terminate parental rights and get your child adopted out, they get a bonus. Yes, that’s right, DCFS/CPS gets MONEY for taking children away from their families and adopting them out to strangers. How much? Again, it varies depending on where you live. The bonus is usually around $4,000 to $6,000. Yes, someone gets paid money to adopt out your kids.

So here’s what happens. You go to DCFS/CPS to report whatever abuse your ex has been putting your children through. He or she is found to be unfit. In a perfect world, the child would go to you, right? Problem is we don’t live in a perfect world. Nope. See, the worker doesn’t want that child going to you because then they don’t get paid that nice bonus. The worker will suddenly turn on you and try to make you out to be an unfit parent as well. And they WILL succeed. Because they don’t answer to anyone. Judges roll over like trick dogs for these people. Nothing you say or do will help. If DCFS/CPS has their eyes set on your child, they WILL get your child unless you fight a very smart fight and do everything the right way. And by doing everything the right way I do NOT mean cooperating with them. I mean hiring a good attorney and making sure your constitutional rights are not violated and reporting them for everything they do wrong. Don’t sign anything they ask you to sign unless your lawyer (and I don’t mean a state-appointed troll) tells you it’s okay. Don’t let them into your home without a warrant. Even if they have police with them, tell them they cannot come into your home without a warrant. Record every single conversation you have with them and if they show up at your door grab the video camera and record every single thing that is said and done. Be polite, but be firm. Do NOT give up your 4th amendment right. Do NOT let them in your home without a warrant. The police might force their way in, even without a warrant. If that happens, get badge numbers.

And yes, you’re going to need a lawyer. Not a state-appointed lawyer. They won’t be of any help as they basically answer to CPS/DCFS. You need a lawyer who is willing and able to fight the system. I don’t care if you have to sell everything you own. Get a good lawyer. One that can and will fight for you. One that is experienced in fighting these kidnappers.

There’s more to this story. I’ll go into it later and explain exactly how I found all of this out. But if you read in my past posts “call social services” IGNORE IT. Do NOT call social services. They are not the child protection agency they make themselves out to be. They are child traffickers who answer to no law. They are the ultimate authority and they can and will ruin your life if they have a reason to do so. Unfortunately for parents everywhere, those bonuses are usually incentive enough. They don’t care about your child. They don’t care about you. They care about money and abusing their power. I know this for a fact.

So yes, later (maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow) I will explain exactly what happened and how this all came to light. I will also give you some advice in regards to protecting yourself against these people. In the meantime, stay away from them. Please for the love of God don’t let these people into your child’s life.

A Life-Changing Event

Posted: February 13, 2013 in Misc

So I know I haven’t been posting a lot lately. There has been a lot going on, none of it having to do with Mr. BPD. I lost my grandfather a few weeks ago. Then my son and his girlfriend decided that they could not handle having a baby so I was asked to adopt her, which I at first refused to do but then agreed to. She has been in my care for almost 4 weeks now.

While I’ve been quiet, I’ve definitely been busy. Taking care of an infant is definitely a full time job, not to mention my other work and taking care of my other kids. I promise I will try to post more often and all of you are in my thoughts and prayers.

Thank you for thinking about me and for all of your support.

PrincessJD