My weekend was half awesome, half complete and utter agony.
Saturday was great. Tim and I got up early, we went out and ran errands and picked up food and supplies for my candle party. Everyone arrived around 6 and I had a full house! Almost everyone I invited showed up and I really think everyone had a good time! I ended up having over 400 dollars in sales so I was able to get a bunch of PartyLite products for free, INCLUDING the adorable momma and baby owl candle holders I’ve been drooling over.
Everyone finally left around 10pm and Tim and I cuddled on the couch and watched some Raising Hope before going to bed.
Sunday is a totally different story.
I woke up around 5:30am with the worst heartburn I have ever had. I got up and walked around, trying to get some of the acid to settle back into my stomach. What I got instead was a toilet full of vomit. I tried to lay back down because I felt a million times better after throwing up, but within 10 minutes of getting back into bed I was back in the bathroom. The rest of the morning consisted of losing vast amounts of fluid out of both ends and even with taking the smallest sips of Pedialyte every 15 minutes I still wasn’t able to keep anything down.
The worst of it happened around 3pm. I had made it through about 3/4 of a glass of a Pedialyte/Water mixture and decided I was going to take a shower. I get in the shower and I’m suddenly overwhelmed with emotion and I start bawling my eyes out. I end up poking my head out and calling for my husband, asking him to come in with me. He saw that I was crying and jumped in the shower and held me while I sobbed uncontrollably. After about 5 minutes of doing that I suddenly pushed him away from me and said, “I’m going to be sick” and promptly threw up all over the bathtub, including my husbands feet. I stood in the shower for the next 10 minutes violently throwing up any and everything I had left in my system. I think I’d been trying to hard to keep all of the fluids in that my body was like, “Not gonna throw up? Okay, we’ll make you sob until you’re hyperventilating and you’ll have no choice but to throw up.”
Once the spell passed I got out of the shower, dried off, and called the midwifery service. I got a call back almost instantly and explained what was going on. I told her that I hadn’t been able to keep anything down since 5:30 in the morning and I was concerned about my hydration. She assured me that the baby would be okay as long as I kept taking little sips and trying to stay hydrated. She also told me that if I still wasn’t able to keep anything down after 6pm, to call back and it was around 4 that I called. So, I wrapped myself in a blanket, curled up in my bed, and tried to fall asleep for a while.
I woke up around 5:30 and immediately ran back into the bathroom and had a completely liquid stool. I also was feeling quite strongly that I was getting the onset of a UTI and I told Tim that we had to go to the hospital. My urine was dark orange and I was absolutely miserable. I called the service back and the midwife said the hospital was a good idea. She called the ER to tell them I was coming and Tim and I left.
As soon as I walked into the ER they took me into a private room and got me situated. (remember, I work at this hospital so EVERYONE knows me and my husband) The drew blood, hooked me up to 3 bags of saline and gave me IV Zofran. Initially the Zofran made my nausea even worse, but within 10 minutes I was feeling 100 times better. I was able to give them a trickle of a urine sample but because I was so dehydrated there wasn’t much to give. Even after the 3rd bag I still didn’t have to pee.
My doctor was absolutely fantastic. My husband works with him a lot in the ER and when we walked in he demanded that we address him on a first-name basis. He constantly came in to check up on me and even talked to me about my family and antique cars. Everyone was so kind and attentive and we even got to hear Little’s HB just to make sure everything was doing okay. The HB was 147 which is perfect for this gestational age so that calmed my nerves a lot. All of my tests came back negative, including the test for the UTI, which was shocking because I was POSITIVE I had one. Julian (the doctor) said that because my urine was so heavily concentrated all of the bacteria could very easily mask itself as the feelings of a UTI and that as soon as I was hydrated I should start to feel relief and thank the gods he was right.
The thing that gets me is that they have no idea what brought this on. It’s not viral and it’s not the flu, so I either ate something bad (which I don’t think is true because I ate what everyone else at my party was eating and I was the only one who was violently ill) or I’ve got some yucky, wonky bacteria floating around my GI tract that my body needed to get the fuck out of my system.
Either way, I was sent home with Vitamin B6 and a script for Zofran. Bland foods for the next 24 hours and a strict note NOT to go to work today. So I’m sitting in the recliner at home, wrapped in a blanket, having some tea and listening to the rain. And I’m NOT throwing up which is the most important part.
So yeah, that was my weekend. I’m just glad that Little is okay.
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