THROWING IT ALL UP

On Sunday, I woke up feeling a little nauseous, which was no big deal, since it's been a common occurrence in my third trimester. Jason was on-call that day (which means I would pick him up 30 hours later on Monday afternoon) - and since I needed the car to go to church, I took him to work. When I got home, I was still nauseous, so I decided to eat some Raisin Bran to see if that would help. Within an hour, I was at the mercy of the toilet as I threw up everything I had eaten that morning. On top of that, my blood sugar dropped really low because I had thrown up the food that I had given myself insulin for. So, I drank some orange juice to correct my low blood sugar -- threw that up. Drank water. Threw that up. Tried to eat some glucose tablets (because I was still low), threw those up. In the meantime, I called Jason from the bathroom floor and told him I wasn't doing too hot. So, he hitched a ride home from another resident to come to my rescue. Before I knew it, we were on the way to the hospital. This was about noon on Sunday.

When we got there, I was obviously very dehydrated because I was unable to keep anything down, my blood sugars were erratic, my blood and urine were showing signs of minor ketoacidosis (which is NOT good for the baby) - and before I knew it, I was having some pretty hard contractions because of the dehydration and the baby seemed to be in a little bit of distress. So, they admitted me to the hospital for the night to stabilize me and the baby. After about five liters of IV fluids, lots of anti-nausea medicine and a small dose of morphine to stop the pain of contractions (ummm, yes - an epidural is definitely in my future), I was finally able to stop throwing up and I finally stabilized around 11 pm Sunday evening. I was discharged Monday evening around 6pm. After all was said and done, the baby is doing great, I'm doing great and I am back at home recovering from whatever it was that was ailing my body - flu or food poisoning? Who knows? I'm just glad to be home and pleased that our big baby is doing great. Moral of the story - throwing up stinks. What stinks more is throwing up uncontrollably when you are eight months pregnant AND diabetic. This combo will positively end you up in the hospital!

This was obviously the second day I was there - feeling much better. The first day, I don't think that you would have seen that smile...

There I am in all my pregnant glory - look at the size of that belly!!

I had two fatty IV's in my hands, along with some serious bruises from all the blood they drew from my veins! I am a pregnant warrior.

Me and my two boyfriends - they didn't leave my side for 48 hours...

Since being home, I've been doing my best to stay as hydrated as possible. Now, seeing that my bladder is the size of a peanut, this has been a little challenging. I am finding that I have to decide whether to drink water or eat food...because there is definitely not enough room for both at this point. Usually liquids win - and the bathroom is now my favorite hang out.