Before I start this story, I want to give a little disclaimer! I get nervous reading through a story and not knowing if everyone is okay...so to set your minds at ease...I am fine. The baby is fine. Also, this story is choppy and not very well written, but I want you to know whats going on.
I mentioned the other day that I had been very sick with this pregnancy, and despite the mean little devil on my shoulder telling me to just deal with it, I finally gave in and called my midwife on Wednesday morning. She listened to me as I described what had been happening, and advised me to take myself to the ER.
I listened. My mom came over to help with Jack, and right around noon the three of us headed in to the hospital. I was tested for dehydration, and hooked up to an IV almost immediately, and given a shot of medicine to calm my stomach. During this, my mom wrangled Jack, an eventually around 3 PM, Matt came to the ER so that my mom could take Jack home. After two liters of fluids, my urine told the nurses that I was still dehydrated (in 'starvation mode' as they put it...I wasn't kidding about not being able to keep ANYTHING down), so I was given another bag of fluids, and my blood sugar was tested. Not surprisingly, it was way too low for a pregnant woman, so after my third bag of fluids I was started on Dextrose in my IV and given something to eat.
This made me sick again, so I was given another shot of Zofran in my IV, which helped immensely. Finally, after my fourth bag of fluids, I was no longer dehydrated, and my blood sugar was high enough that the nurses were comfortable with me going home. Matt and I finally got home around 9 PM, and found that not only had my supermom and sister taken wonderful care of my sweet little boy, they also cleaned my house and did our laundry. I know...they kinda rock.
I was told that, most likely, I have developed something called hyperemesis and I was given a prescription for medicine that, so far, has helped so much I feel like I am finally a mommy and wife again, let alone a human!
There was a beautiful silver lining to my day spent in the ER...we got to have an ultrasound! Sweet baby #2 is wiggling around with a strong heart rate of 176! I am so grateful to know that despite all the stuff happening to me...this baby is safe and healthy!
So...anyway...that's what we did this week. I am so thankful for all the friends and family that have offered their prayers and their help as we go through this, and for the wonderful nurses in the hospital that took great care of us.
Hopefully I will be back to my usual self within a month or so, and won't need the medicine to get through the days, but until then, thank you for bearing with me and this little space that might, sadly, get a little neglected every few days or so.