Monday, December 24, 2012

Took me a while to write it... (TMI)

Long story short, 3.5 weeks ago, I ended up in the ER.  I'd stopped taking Zofran (thinking that Gabe's nausea started getting better at 20'ish weeks and was pretty much totally gone at 7'ish months) and had been six days "off the stuff."  But then I felt worse and worse and worse and finally took a pill at 3/3:30 on Thursday.  And puked at 6...and again at 7...and again at 8 (this time, it caused several contractions, but I could tell when they started and they ended up going away, so I figured it was all good).  Thank *goodness* Yost got home just after that.  I tried sipping a bit of water and went to bed (and would take a small sip of water each time I woke, because I could tell I was dehydrated, but still felt REALLY bad).  Then I woke up at 2'ish and ran into the bathroom to puke...only to wake up on the floor.  I'd passed out.  But I still had to puke.  I *tried* to call to Chris (who'd finally come to bed at midnight or one or whatever), but was too afraid to get on my knees to puke in the toilet.  I ended up crossed legged on the floor, afraid I was going to pass out again, puking all over myself, the floor, the dirty clothes, etc.  Poor Chris tried to help, but there was nothing that could be done...  So anyway, once I was done, he helped me get my puke-covered body into the shower...Okay FINE.  I also puked so hard that I'm pretty sure I peed myself.  Thanks for making me say it out loud, you mean-farts!  Chris helped me into the shower and stayed close in case something happened again, and he also cleaned up my vomit by the time I got out.  Then we struggled to get everything ready (me dressed, him and all of his work gear ready to go, the animals squared away, and finally get Gabe up...poor child) and went to the ER to make sure everything was fine.  Fester was/is fine.  They never said anything about the contractions and pass out'age, save that it was probably from the strain of pregnancy, then puking and dehydration and had no hints to make sure it doesn't happen again (save for continuing to take my drugs).  So they monitored Fester for a while, pumped me full of fluids (felt MUCH better) and gave me a liquid zofran then sent me on my way.  Poor Hubster still had to go to work after absurdly small amounts of sleep.  Gabriel and I ended up back home and pretty much lazed (and dozed) in front of the tv watching Disney movies all day.  I'll be honest: it took me about two weeks to recover...and I'm still utterly terrified of puking pretty much all the time (worse than before).  But I guess I'm extra glad that Fester's doing well and seems so strong (and sometimes mean...like when I'm about to puke and he goes frickin' nuts and flails his entire body everywhere making my stomach feel even worse).
So I'm almost to 30 weeks and just started weaning off of zofran again.  I figure we'll just see how it goes.  I really *shouldn't* be that nauseous anymore.
Ooh!  And due to the fact I can finally eat again...and eating more carbs this last week, I'm finally almost up to a positive four pounds.  Be jealous.  Be very, very jealous.  We shall see if it happens like Gabriel's pregnancy...where I gain pretty much all 30 lbs in the last three months.  That would be...funny?