Emergency hospital trip. Round 2.

After the visit to the gastroenterologist I was left in a state of dismay. I felt that perhaps I should have had my new condition explained to me  a little better. Also I would of really appreciated some advice on what I could do/eat at home so that I wouldn’t exacerbated my Gastritis. Instead, I read up on it myself and the foods that could help heal my inflamed stomach. After researching quite a bit, I decided to “rest” my gut and resided to a diet of home made bone broth and gluten free bread.

I did this for 3 days, until I got to a point where I was so hungry I was close to gnawing my own limbs off! Although the pains had started to subside, the baby inside me was screaming out for more sustenance. So one morning I got real adventurous and decided to try some gluten free cereal. Wrong move! No sooner had I consumed the (small) bowl, than I was throwing up all over the place again. Nooooo! Just when I thought I had jumped an incredibly difficult hurdle. I had taken my anti-nausea medication earlier, but I guessed that came up with breakfast. So to try and get a hold on my vomiting fit, I took it again. Which just made me vomit even more! The Hyperemesis was back with vengeance and it wasn’t even letting me keep sips of water down. Needless to say I spent the morning on the couch with my head buried in a spew bucket.

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Introducing Hyperemesis Gravidarum.

Okay this is getting ridiculous! Where the hell is the 2nd trimester respite and relief all the pregnancy sites write about? It can’t be normal that I’m 16 weeks pregnant and this sick?! The constant vomiting non-stop all day for the last week and a bit has been torture and has really taken its toll. I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t even want to eat as I know all I do is throw it straight back up. Sometimes I’m so vomited out I feel as though I’m just throwing up water and stomach acid. I’ve spent the last couple of days in bed, too weak to do anything and spend a lot of the time crying, wondering why this pregnancy is as horrible as it is. Not to mention I feel like such a bad Mumma right now. The house looks like a bomb’s gone off and I’m sure The Little Guy is feeling neglected. Thank god for Preschool and play days at the neighbours. Hubby is very concerned with how ridiculously unwell I am. 

Finally, I decide that it can’t just be “morning sickness” and head to my doctor’s after the morning preschool drop. By this stage I’m very gaunt looking and sporting a glowing green tinge. Whilst in the waiting room I’m asked by two strangers if I’m okay and did I need assistance. Dear God, I must look like death warmed up! As I sit in my doctor’s office and recount how horrifically sick I’ve been, tears of exhaustion and helplessness stream down my face. In a very sympathetic and concerned manner she tells me I have Hyperemesis Gravidarum. She explains that with how long it has gone on for and in the weakened state I’m in, I need to head straight to emergency. She writes me an admission letter for the hospital and off I go.

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