Dehydration and Little Heart Beats

So I am about 8 weeks along now. And the past few weeks have been a crazy roller coaster. And not the fun Disneyland kind, the scary, crazy six flags roller coasters. You know the ones that even if your stomach is empty you still vomit, yeah those rides.

So for over a week I have had "morning sickness". Now, most people know that morning sickness, is not by any means restricted to the morning. One thing I didn't know is that you feel horrible ALL the time, literally. I thought you feel sick and you throw up, but most of the day you feel fine. Well, maybe some people that have morning sickness are like that, but I'm not. I'm the sick ALL the time and I just want to fast forward and be done with all this. I'm either vomiting, whether there is anything to vomit or not, or I feel like it may happen at any moment. It's horrible.

So I went to the ER on Sunday and they gave me one bag of fluids via IV and some anti nausea medicine. My hopes that it would help were quickly smashed. I saw my OB on Tuesday, i'll elaborate more in a second on that, and she doubled the amount of the nausea medicine I was taking and told me to take B-6 also.

Well I spent all day Tuesday and all day Wednesday throwing up absolutely anything I ate or drank, even the tiniest sip of water would come right back up. By the end of the day I was exhausted, a little dizzy, and SO dehydrated. So John decided to take me to the hospital. This time we went to the Labor and Delivery Triage, which is where my OB told me to go if I have a bad day again. It was great! They saw me immediately, got me hooked up to an IV with fluids, gave me some more anti nausea medicine and kept the IVs coming till I could eat without throwing up. I went through 3 bags of fluids and by the end I drank some water, ate a pear cup, and had a few bites of a sandwich and it stayed down! The doctor also came in and did an ultra sound and prescribed me a different kind of nausea medicine that has been working like a charm today! So I'm a happy girl :)

Back to my OB appt. At the appointment they did an ultrasound and I got to SEE, not hear, the baby's heart beat. It was super cool! They even sent me home with a few pictures from it. The only downside was I thought they wouldn't give me one at the first appointment so I didn't have John come with me... Well went I went to the Labor and Delivery Triage, they did another ultrasound and John got to see the heartbeat! SO AWESOME!

ER after Midnight

Yes, Saturday night I landed myself in the ER. After throwing up pretty much anything I ate or drank all week, I wasn't doing too well on Saturday. Throughout the week the amount of times a day I would throw up was on a steady increase. On Saturday, I threw up 12 times... gross right!? John and I had decided earlier in the day if it didn't get better by Sunday I would go, but when the time in between each episode continued to decrease and they became more and more violent and miserable my amazing husband decided enough was enough and we headed to the ER a little after midnight.

I threw up twice on the way there. Once we got there it actually didn't take long for them to put me in a room, especially since it was SO crowded! You would think an ER would be almost empty at that hour, nope! But I got in after about 30 minutes or so. I threw up again was I was in the room. They did some blood and urine tests, hooked me up to an iv with fluids and some anti vomiting medicine. They also monitored my heart rate and pulse. It was a pretty uneventful experience, though they did prescribe me anti vomiting medicine to take and antibiotics because on top of it all, apparently I have a UTI, the doctor said they are very common during pregnancy... joy! We didn't leave until a little after 4 am.

I am doing better, and by better I mean that I'm not vomiting a million times a day. I still do, just not as much, and I am still ridiculously nauseous ALL day long, but at least I can sort of keep down food now. Hopefully this will only last the first trimester!

I did this to her.

Hi. This is John. The husband and soon-to-be father. In other words, I'm the guy that did this to Jeanene. I have yet to share my experience thus far in this whole baby affair, and as Jeanene's baby sickness stage moves into full drive, it's probably better that I post something anyway.

I'm so happy that we're having a baby. I mean, there's already been a couple tiffs over boy names, but I mean, come on, who wouldn't love a little Truman Sellers? The reality is, however, the only Truman that will ever live in our home will be either a dog or a little pot-belly pig.

I wasn't overly surprised when Jeanene told me that there was something alive in her womb, but it was cute how she put it up on our scrabble board we have mounted on the wall in our bedroom.  My reaction to finding out was the relieved exclamation: "I work!" Soon after, however, I discovered just how well I worked. You see, everyone tells you that you'll never be fully prepared for children, and we accepted the financial hurtles that lay ahead, but when they talk about the expectant mother getting really sick all the time during (hopefully only) early pregnancy, they are not kidding. I've heard people casually say that the first trimester is tough, but after only about two weeks, I'm beginning to realize how hard it is on both of us.

The fact remains, though, that I love her more than ever, and I know that we'll get through this phase of the pregnancy and move forward to more new and exciting things. If anything, I'm learning the hard way how important it is to have compassion, especially because I have no idea what I'm doing, and everything I try to do only seems to make things worse. In an odd way, though, I'm glad to be through it, and there is definitely no one else on earth I'd rather go through it with.

Barfing Baby.

The past few days have been kind of crazy. And by crazy I meant I spent three days constantly on the verge of vomiting, but never actual being able to.

But before I get to that, I feel like I should share my other baby growing experiences. 

1. I sneeze ALL the time! It is so weird and it is not like my normal sneezes. My normal sneezes honestly are kind of squeaky, very mouse-like and happen very rarely. These sneezes are BIG and happen multiple times a day and three or four in a row at times. I have no idea what causes them, but I feel like they are connected to me feeling nauseous. 

2. I am only 7 weeks, there is no baby bump yet, but seriously sometimes it is SO uncomfortable to have my pants buttoned. They still fit just fine, I just don't like the way it feels. John laughs at me, but really, when I feel that way I just can't button them. 

3. John says I'm always grumpy and whiny. I say he did this to me so *sticks tongue out*. But really I am probably always a grumpus and it is mostly due to being tired and nauseous, but also because it has been SO hot the past few days and our apartment is like an oven!

4. The heat. Okay, who really likes to be ridiculously hot and have no escape from it? NO ONE, that's who. Being hot and sweaty just sucks. So the past almost week it has been ridiculously hot. And our apartment is almost always hotter than it is outside. It is not cool. And I blame my extremely dramatic show of standing in front of the fan just staring off into space or laying on the bed with ice packs on me on being pregnant. Being pregnant probably doesn't help the heat factor, but really I just hate being hot. 

5. The nausea. It is the suckiest. Let's all be honest, no one wants to spend all day feeling like any moment they might puke. And really after a few days it gets to a point where you just wish you could because you know if you did everything would be better. I have felt that nauseous since Sunday. And everyday I just hope I can vomit. But it doesn't happen! And really I HATE/LOATHE puking, it's gross and I feel like it never makes things better, so me wanting to vomit is a big deal. The past few days I have woken up feeling this way and gone to sleep feeling this way. It is horrible and when you add the heat, yeah not cool. BUT this morning something changed! I woke up just as nauseous as ever, so I ate like 6 saltine crackers and I chugged a bunch of water, thinking maybe it was caused by being dehydrated or something. 

Well, I went to put my contacts in and all of a sudden I was like, "I'm gonna vomit!" But my contact was on my finger. So I put it on as fast as possible and turned towards the toilet and finally it happened! I vomited! (I know, that's really gross, but really feeling like you're gonna vomit for three days and then finally being able to... it's the best.)

Anyway, I'm still nauseous but it's not as bad. And I know eventually vomiting will get old and just be gross again. But today it was a relief.


UPDATE: Nausea sucks, and barfing is only a relief for about 2 minutes, then I just wish I could barf again, but my body likes to tease me for awhile before it actually sends me bending over the toilet. BOO.