We had a pretty quiet Monday night with a nice big dinner and off to bed early. Tuesday morning I woke up pretty groggy and sat down to have my regular bowl of cereal. I also had the brilliant idea to have a small glass of lemonade because, you know, it sounded refreshing. Twenty minutes later I was head in the toilet and reliving my morning sickness survival skills, except this time it was like REAL throw up. Not the kind of foamy, mostly just hurling, throw up that morning sickness was. It was the kind of throw up where you keep throwing up and wonder when it will ever stop and how there was possibly that much food inside your body to even throw up to begin with.
It was not fun.
I left a message at work and said I’d be in late, went back to bed for an hour, woke up, felt much better, had toast to get me started and had Husband drive me into work. The only reason why I was going into work at all was because my boss had started the interview process to find a temp for my position while I’m on maternity leave. We had an interview scheduled for 2:00 that afternoon and I was was going to be in on the process.
You’ll notice I said WAS.
I grazed a bit at work, drank a LOT of water but mostly just keep feeling queasy. By noon I was calling off all bets, letting my boss know I couldn’t hold out any longer and pulling my Husband from his downtown plans to come rescue me and take me home. I figured I could at least hold it together for the interview and then head home early. What I didn’t count on was being in such a calorie deficit starting the day meant that no matter how much I ate (which wasn’t hardly enough) I was going to be perpetually behind my intake for the day to keep up with the twins.
So off we went, back home, feeling better already as my knight in shining armor shuttled me in our baby-mobile back to our quiet home and comfy couch. I was able to drink a bunch of water but any time I started to eat I’d get queasy and couldn’t get down more than a couple bites before feeling like I was going to throw up. I called my doctor’s office, listed off my symptoms and was told to call back in an hour if what they suggested didn’t work.
It didn’t work.
I called back.
They called back.
We went to the hospital.
Now, don’t panic. I was okay. It was just a precaution because of the chance of being dehydrated and being pregnant. Not something you want to mess around with.
I’ll start to make this long story short and say that I am SO THANKFUL we switched to Evergreen Hospital. The staff there is very friendly and as I was checking into the labor triage room I actually felt relieved and not panicked. I got strapped up to their monitors and they tracked the heartbeats (all three of us) and babies’ movements for two hours. Other than my heart rate being high everything was measuring just fine. They gave me some anti-nausea medication and set us along our way.
Husband had a bacon cheeseburger with fries while we were at the hospital.
But in all fairness I did force him to leave the room and go find something to eat. He hadn’t had lunch and by that time it was getting to be past dinner time and I wasn’t going to take any chance that he wasn’t going to be at his 100% to take care of me when we got home.
We ended up back home around 9pm on Tuesday night and ever since then I have been on a couch/bed rotation trying to get over this stupid cold I’ve got. Being pregnant and sick SUCKS BIG TIME! By Wednesday afternoon my symptoms were well into the head cold faze and I was even dumb enough to think I’d be back at work on Thursday. I’ve certainly been more sick than this many times before in my life but being sick when you’re pregnant is a whole different story.
For the last four days my life has been a constant four hour cycle of drink, sleep, wake, pea, drink, pea, drink, sleep. Twenty minute micro naps end with me waking up with a racing heart and wondering what day it is. If I go for longer than an hour without eating I get dizzy and if I lay still for longer than thirty minutes it’s pretty much guaranteed that some part of my body will fall asleep or start to ache (left hip, right butt cheek, bladder, shoulders, BLADDER).
But, I’m making it through. I don’t know if I’m actually making any progress. I gave up those feelings sometime yesterday when I realized this simple head cold was majorly kicking my ass. Now I’m just focusing on my next tissue and gallon of Gatorade.
If you know Husband, reach out and give him a pat on the back, he’s been through the ringer this week and I wouldn’t be as well off without him.
For now? I’m going to lay back and wait for the sound of my mother calling. Because you know what’s the worst thing this week? I haven’t told my mother I’m sick. I’m sick while pregnant with her grand-twins. AND I HAVEN’T CALLED MY MOTHER.
Actually maybe finding out through this blog is worse. I better call her. Soon.