The adventure continues... (p.s. some gross details included)

Well, the first part of this week did not go as I intended....

On Monday afternoon about 1 p.m. I suddenly got very sick. By that I mean horrible stomach pain and terribly violent vomiting! I was so sick that I couldn't even leave my bathroom. I finally called Jim and at work and begged him to come home and take care of me. He was out of town so it took him about an hour to get home. I stayed in the bathroom miserable. I have no idea where my boys were. Later Jim said that Conner was actually sleeping and Kyle was just playing. Jim was obviously concerned and thought we should call the midwives. I was hoping for some medicine in a form other than oral.

To my complete shock, they told Jim that he needed to take me to the ER. It sounded a lot like food poisoning and that can be dangerous for the mom and fetus. I cried, but went. I, of course, threw up again on the way to the hospital. The ER people were so incredibly nice. They got me in right away and got the doctor to me soon after. He was very nice. He quickly reassured me that the midwives were correct and that I needed to be at the hospital. They started an IV with meds. They took bloodwork. Not long after this started very severe diaherra. So they sampled that as well.

About a half hour into the IV, I really started to feel better. I guess honestly I thought that was the end of it. They came in to check on the baby and since they quickly found a strong steady heartbeat, they felt that was o.k. Then the doctor came back to say that they had found definite signs of infection in my blood which meant that I probably had food poisoning. The strange thing was that no one else had gotten sick and since we had been at parties all weekend, I had not eaten any unique foods. However, I found out that pregnant women are more suspectible to it.

Then he said that if I couldn't keep food and liquid down orally that I was going to have to stay and be admitted so that I continue to have the IV. He basically left it up to me if I wanted to stay or go home and try it, but only under the condition that if I threw up the next dose of medicine, I would come right back. I decided to try to go home and luckily have not thrown up since.

I dealt with the diaherra into the early morning hours and it was REALLY bad. Finally after my next dosage of medicine, I was able to fall asleep. Jim arranged for the boys to stay with his mom (I am so thankful for this) and stayed home in the morning to check in with midwives, get me my next doase of medicine and make sure he felt I was stable. I was pretty unware of this.

I thought for sure that once the vomiting and diaherra stopped that I would slowly get my tummy back to normal, but I wasn't prepared for the complete exhaustion and weakness that followed. Pretty much most of today, I was unable to get out of bed. People called or texted and I didn't even hear the phone right next to my ear. Finally after lunch I woke up enough to try to get some jello, but couldn't stay awake. I was back in bed until later afternoon. I thought that the medicine must have made me drowsy (I am sure it did some), but later in the afternoon I realized that it wasn't medicine at all. I was actually that weak and lightheaded.

Apparently 24 hours of not eating and limited liquids combined with the massive loss of body fluids had taken a severe toll on my body. Of course, I now know that pregnancy made that worse. So I got up, ate some toast and drank some sprite before going back to bed. Jim has been good since he got home about trying to get some food and liquid into me. I managed a shower and went to Conner's preschool program.

I am still pretty tired and exhausted, but on the mend. At the time, I didn't understand why the doctor was so concerned, but in hindsight I am incredibly thankful. Had I not been at the hospital with the medicine and fluids, I think given how I reacted to this today with the medical intervention, it would've been really bad and possibly dangerous had I not had atleast that iv of fluid in me. So I am thankful for my husband who was so concerned, the midwives who knew the risks, and an ER staff who took the whole situation seriously. I am also thankful for my family who all pitched in to take the boys and take care of me.

And now I am going back to bed..

Oh and I fairly certain that I felt some baby movement over the past week. I will post more about Conner's program and what not later.