
Oh my, things have gotten far worse on the morning sickness end of my twin pregnancy. I had one week completely free of nausea and it was glorious. Then, last week, I started feeling nauseated again. The nausea turned to tossing my cookies once a day, which gradually turned to tossing my cookies after nearly every meal. Essentially, I haven’t eaten much since Saturday at dinner and it has been miserable.
I thought, maybe, it was the flu. But, I haven’t had a fever, it has lasted over a week now, and no one else in my family has gotten sick. I think it’s simply the twins stirring up trouble with Mama’s belly.
Now, I would have hoped that under such circumstances I would have the balls to suck it up, make it work, and deal with it.
Yeeeaah, not so much.
Screw Mrs. Tough Mama. I have been a big, huge, curl up in a ball, whine and cry, baby.
I have been letting my kids eat oatmeal and cereal for nearly every meal, simply because the smell of hot dogs and chicken nuggets quite literally makes me dry heave. I have allowed my kids to watch too many movies and play much longer by themselves than normal, simply so I can lie down and be still for a moment. I have called Turk crying almost every single day this week. And, I have whined- oh boy have I whined- to my friends about how yucky I feel.
And, instead of telling me to suck it up, they have listened to me, prayed for me, taken care of me, and helped me out immensely.
Friday, one of my friends insisted that I stay at her house for the afternoon and then insisted I stay for dinner. She fed me, she chatted with me, and her kids entertained mine for hours. It was an immense relief.
This morning, still sick as a dog, I called the doctor’s office to beg for Zofran or some other type of anti-nausea medicine.
“So, you have some morning sickness?” the nurse asked.
“No, I have had morning sickness for the past two months, now it’s worse and I’m throwing up,” I explained.
“I see,” she said and I prayed the next words out of her mouth were going to be “Let me get that prescription drawn up for you.”
Instead, these awful words came out of her mouth. (And if you have ever suffered from more than just nausea morning sickness, you’ll understand why they’re awful.)
“Why don’t you try sucking on some ginger, drinking ginger ale, pop a few Tums tablets, and take 25mg of Vitamin B6 three times a day,” she said.
My eyes welled with tears and I had to hang up the phone.
My morning sickness isn’t going to get better with Tums and Vitamin B6! And I have had so much ginger this pregnancy, I’m fairly certain at least one of these kids will be named “Ginger.”
Depressed, sad, and still sick, I hauled the kids out of the house to two different stores to try and find more ginger candy and the other stuff. I never found the correct dosage of Vitamin B6.
At home, I decided to scramble some eggs to force it down my throat, thinking some protein would help my nausea subside.
Lets just say I got to see my eggs again shortly afterward.
That sealed it. I couldn’t deal with this anymore. I called the doctor’s office again, explained that I don’t think they understood the fact that I wasn’t just nauseated, but couldn’t keep food down and I needed medicine NOW.
The nurse eventually called back, apologized for not realizing the severity, and offered to give me a medicine that would knock me out or schedule me an appointment with my doctor for tomorrow morning.
Yeah, I can’t do “knocked out” when I have two kids to care for, so I opted for the appointment.
Rest assured, I will be grovelling on the floor of that doctor’s office, begging for some medicinal relief from this hell.
In the midst of all of these calls, I called and vented to my neighbor, who offered to take the kids for a bit. Knowing she had to work tonight, I didn’t want to throw a couple more crazy kids at her, though I was so appreciative for the offer.
Later, another friend called and offered to take the kids. I was feeling okay at that point, so I asked if I could just come over and hang out with the kiddos. By the time I got there, I was sick as a dog again. She shoo’d me off to the couch while she entertained the kids outside for three hours. I sat there, in silence, I slept, I sipped water and nibbled on crackers. I had no responsibilities to speak of.
Then, she fed the kids dinner, she chatted with me, and simply made me feel wonderful.
As if these three friends weren’t support enough, online friends have been showering me with support and encouragement. Turk has been amazing, coming home from work and letting me crash while he gets the kids ready for bed.
I am one lucky girl.