Monday, May 9, 2011

THE HANGOVER...

I finally feel human enough to write. The last 3 weeks have been HELL for me. Imagine your very worst hangover, having it all day, every day, for 3 weeks straight. The only time I didn't feel sick is if I was sleeping, but ironically, I couldn't 't fall asleep due to the nausea, and once I did, it usually woke me up shortly after. I've never felt so un-human in my life. I was definitely a terrible mom, all I could do was sit on the couch and watch Branson play. I wasn't capable of cleaning, cooking (still can't do that one, but hey I'm trying), laundry, playing with my child, loving my husband or walking. Sometimes I was pretty sure breathing would cause me to puke. I even had a trip to ER for dehydration, where they hooked me up to an IV and gave me anti nausea meds. The Dr. said that I was to the point where even if I had tried to rehydrate myself nothing would have stayed down. My diet consisted of only crackers, toast, and sometimes broth. Once in a while I would try to drink a Gatorade or have a pedialite pop, but those usually didn't stay down. Last Thursday we had our first baby appointment. And today all the anti nausea meds have finally built up enough that I'm able to function. I've done the dishes, paid bills, fed branson and the dogs, all with out puking! Oh the happiness this brings me! I guess this is what I get for saying how miserable and sick I was with B. That was nothing compared to this one. Everyone is saying I might be having a girl, since I'm so sick. I say whatever it is better come out walking talking and changing it's own diaper after all the hell it's put me through. (Kidding. Kinda). (****special thanks to my Mom, Nana, Dad and Ryan's parents and sister for helping me out during this awful time. )

Mothers day was lovely. Pretty quiet and mellow. I was pampered by my hubby, and loved by my baby.

I better go before the sickness returns. This is the first day I've tried reading/writing in a few weeks. Even that made me sick...

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