So some people know what I went through with my pregnancy with Addie, but a lot don't. I was so sick, the whole time. What started as what I thought was "routine" morning sickness NEVER went away. I had to take zofran with Aiden. I thought I knew how bad nausea could be after my pregnancy with him. With Aiden it was an immediate change as soon as I hit my 2nd trimester. The sickness was gone and I had energy again. With Addie I suffered the entire time. By Nov (still in my 1st trimester) I was on 3 different nausea meds. I was taking zofran, phenegran and reglan around the clock. I still couldn't keep anything down. As Dec started I was so incredibly weak. If one more person told me to "eat saltines or try ginger" I was going to lose my mind! My dr had me admitted to the hospital for fluids. I was there for 5 days. I was finally released on a Friday, but told I had to make an appt in their office Monday to check in. When I went Monday I had lost another 5lbs. They immediately sent me back to the hospital and I was again admitted. This time I was in for 6 days. As the week progressed it became very clear that not much was going to help. I was diagnosed with hyperemesis and put on bed rest. My drs decided I was probably going to need fluids on a daily basis and iv meds around the clock. I had a pic line installed (a long term iv that is inserted into the major artery of your upper arm) I was attached to a zofran pump which gave me meds constantly and was able to give myself fluids daily at home. I had to meet with my home nurse once a week to have the dressings changed. A little over a week after I was home I was giving myself fluids and I felt a strange sensation on my chest. Its hard to describe, it was almost like a "flutter." It only lasted a min or so but I knew something wasn't right. I dismissed it thinking I just had air in my line. I finished my fluids and went to bed. I couldn't sleep though. I just had an uneasy feeling that what I had felt was really weird. Even though it had stopped, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I called my home nurse, basically so she could reassure me that nothing was wrong and I could get some sleep. She told me to go to the hospital, immediately. I reluctantly went. They did an EKG and the results were negative. I was ready to go home. The dr insisted on an ultrasound of my arm, just to be safe. While the girl did the ultrasound I began to realize that something was wrong. She profusely apologized, saying "I'm so sorry, I know that has to hurt." It didn't hurt, but I figured she was seeing something she thought should hurt. She took me back to my room in the er and said the dr would be right in. As soon as he walked in I knew something was wrong. He sat down on my bed and said "I know you are ready to go, but we have to admit you. You have a blood clot in your arm. A very large blood clot" He explained how very lucky I was that I had the symptoms that I did. He said a small piece had probably broken off and caused the fluttering sensation i had felt. By that happening it alerted them to a much bigger problem, one that probably would have gone undetected until it was too late. I had no arm pain or swelling. Absolutely no other symptoms that would have alerted me to what was going on. I was immediately started on an anticoagulant and wheeled up to a room. I remember the guy who was taking me to my room saying "I hope you get home for Christmas" Wait, what?? It was Saturday. Christmas was Tues. I thought I was just staying the night. Once in my room the nurses came in and explained just how big the clot was and how serious of a situation I was in. I did end up getting out on Christmas Eve, around 7pm, but mostly because I cried all day begged every nurse I saw to convince my dr to let me be home for Christmas. I had been so sick I didn't have any of my Christmas shopping done. James had been wonderful and picked up a few things for Aiden but I couldn't give him the Christmas he deserved. A wonderful friend picked me up from the hospital (James was working since we didn't think I'd be out) She took me straight to Walmart and we grabbed as much as we could in the hour we had before they closed. The rest of my pregnancy was pretty uneventful. I was still sick, and miserable. On top of that I had to give myself shots twice a day, in my stomach, for the blood clot. The injection itself wasnt so bad, but the medicine was SO painful as it went in. My stomach was soon covered in bruises and knots.
Aiden was amazing throughout the whole thing. He would always ask me how I felt, he would make me auper sweet cards and never once got upset when I had to miss school events or little league games. When I wasn't vomiting I was dry heaving. I was ALWAYS dry heaving. One day Aiden was walking around making wretching sounds. I asked what he was doing and he said it was his impersonation of me :/ It's all he heard for months. I swear it was the longest 9 months of my life, but it already seems like it was so long ago. There is probably so much more that I am forgetting to add, but I'm tired and going to take a nap before Addie wakes up. Have a fabulous day!
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