I have been sick for a little over a week. On Taylor's birthday (July 16), I came home from work, made a quick dinner of Cup o' Noodles for my son and myself, and crashed. Luckily Taylor was home within that hour, and luckily TV in bed entertained my son sufficiently. Taylor told me to sleep and not worry about his b-day dinner. Thankfully, we had a fancy sushi dinner the night before. Good call, Vanessa.
Well, that night progressed into a really horrible sinus headache. I took an Excedrin, but a few days of feeling like crap urged me to seek medical intervention. Unfortunately, the doctor didn't see the seriousness of my cold and headache, brushed it off as a virus, but sent me home with a prescription, should my headaches get worse.
The headaches went away, but breathing through my nose was hard, talking was labored, and I was dizzy and fatigued. So yesterday, I attributed my sleepiness with possible morning sickness, but I realized it was still most likely from the "virus" that needed to be obliterated. So I got antibiotics last night, slept a comfortable 9 hours, and woke up feeling refreshed. Virus=obliterated. I have more energy today. That "trapped water in my head" I felt every time I walked is gone, and the nasal-y sound isn't as prominent when I talk.
I feel like mentioning this because this is a constant theme in my life. I know my body, my thresholds, and I know when I have "just a cold." I get them all the time. But if it's a bacterial infection that causes me hide under my covers, blocking all light and sound, and if I'm sick enough to seek medical advice, I don't want to be sent home empty handed.
I felt like this was how my last pregnancy was also treated. I'd get a sympathetic look, and then a "you'll get over it" response, leaving the hospital to go home and throw up constantly for another 48 hours.
Finally, 4 months in, the ER doctor confirms that I had Hyperemesis Gravidarum, but without any sense of priority or urgency. All I got was "come in at 8:00 am when your OB is here." So from 2:00 am to 8:00 am I tried to sleep as much as possible. Of course, it was outside on my parent's front lawn. Because I was sick of sleeping by the toilet. My OB was a lot more sympathetic, and treated me with IV therapy that same day. I could have kissed him. He prescribed 14 days of IV therapy, because he understood the gravity of what I was going through.
Since I have that history with Dr. Cox, I have decided that the moment the pregnancy test confirms I'm pregnant, I'm calling his nurse to get a prescription asap for Zofran, and then I'm going to demand to be seen by him as soon as possible.
I'm not going to wait to get sick.
I'm going to have him prescribe me Zofran, Diclegis, Sancuso patch, and help me set up Home Health care, and I'm not leaving the office until that's all figured out.
I'm not waiting til I'm dehydrated and can only talk in whispers to get my doctor's attention. I'm starting zofran the moment I feel nauseous. I'm not going to wait to get sick.
Sometimes, easier said than done. Otherwise, I'm feeling great. I am noticing an increase in appetite, with an okay response to sugar, so for the sake of taking in calories, I'm eating sugar now to hopefully be stored for when and if my body starts to go into starvation mode. Dr. Cox said I need as much glycemic storage as possible, but I do fear I am prone to hypoglycemia. Which is further propagated by HG. So I have nuts and beef jerky on hand for that very reason. Quick, fast protein for those moments when I feel like death.
My energy is still in check. My life is currently conducive to sedentary activities, besides playing with my kid and cleaning our two story condo. Other than that, I'm not doing anything crazy, like last time. Last pregnancy I was riding my bike to and from work at 6:00 am, I was unpacking boxes after moving into our house, and I was helping my friend with her wedding. Also, I was going to school full-time. Busy, but that's fairly normal for me. I purposely eliminated all extra activities for this specific point in time in my potential pregnancy. The only things I have to stress about is my 3 hour work shifts, and my little sister's upcoming wedding that I was asked to help make her cake...It only took three years of working extra hard to get to this point, where I have the luxury to just sit at my computer and blog while I listen to my sweet 2 1/2 year old sing "The Wheels on the Bus" over and over. There is seriously nothing better.
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