Bre: It's Friday morning and I'm back at home in bed after spending the week in the hospital again. It's been another very challenging week. On Monday morning DonnaRae (Nick's mom) rushed me to the ER at 8am.
Wait...First let me tell you that everyone has been extremely helpful at coordinating these emergencies when they arise. My mom had Ethan (as she has been taking him every Monday and Tuesday for 5 weeks now, and DonnaRae has him on Wed. and Thursdays). The mom who is without Ethan is usually at my side. This way Nick can go on working knowing that our parents are taking care of us.
So, on Monday morning I was back at Methodist Hospital after another night of non-stop vomiting and severe dehydration. They know me pretty well on the 4th floor now. The nurse I had last week was there and worried to see me back again. Once in my room (private room this time! for VIPs) I was already aware of the drill- Gown on, IV hooked up at 150ml/hour, and IV drugs administered (becuase anything put into my mouth will come right back up). Last week I was here the vomiting stopped right away with the IV and the drugs, but not this time. Monday night was just as bad as the night before. Nick stayed at the hospital that night as we both were very concerned. I hadn't stopped vomiting in 40hours. I was very weak, shaking and almost to the point of passing out. They gave me drugs to help me sleep. Tuesday was better and I was able to keep down ice chips and plain toast by the end of the day. The rest of the week I was showing improvement daily and able to eat a little and keep my medication in by mouth.
Now, I'm home. Most people would think it would be great to be home...it's not. Truthfully, I'm very scared to be at home. I'm afraid of another episode. I start to panic with the slightest bit of nausea in fear that I'll be set back again. Each time I have an episode I'm not only back to the beginning I am set back even further (emotionally and physically) every time. I've lost 6lbs now, and I'm 11 weeks pregnant. That's just not right. My dad gave me a book on meditation to help me calm down and relax when I start to feel any pain. I'll start that today.
On a happy note, I had another ultrasound on Wednesday to boost my spirits and the babes are doing great! The heart rates were 165 and 169. They are right on track for 11 weeks and we even saw 20 fingers and 20 toes!!! The detail on the screen was amazing. We could see their healthy little umbilical cords and everything. They were very active too- doing jumping jacks and twirling around! I may not be doing well but it's wonderful to see that they are thriving.
Hopefully, next time I write it will be with a happier, healthy mind and body.
