Finally, the snow melted and we were able to move into our apartment. We live on the northwest side of Oklahoma City, which I'm told is one of the best parts of town. So far, I'd have to agree. At least I haven't heard gun shots yet ;)
Anyway, back to the pregnancy stories.
So we move in and start unpacking, but after a day and a half of unpacking, I am exhausted. So exhausted that I basically get the essentials out of boxes and push the rest aside for a later day. That day has yet to come, by the way. :/
At this point you might want to skip ahead to the pictures because it gets kind of icky, but I'm not shy, so here it goes!!
I have literally thrown up all but 1 or 2 days since I've lived here. It's ridiculous! Not only did I feel nauseous the whole trip down, but now it's actually coming up. "Oh well," I tell myself, "everyone goes through this to an extent, right? I mean, it's a part of pregnancy." So I'm spending my days laying on the couch watching the cooking channel, wishing I could eat everything they're making (but also thanking modern science for NOT coming up with "smell-o-vision"). Every once in a while I'll start to feel okay and I'll get off my butt to make something to eat. Well, that worked for a while, but the last two days have been hellish! I didn't keep ANYTHING down (that's right, not a single thing..not even a few sips of water!!). I felt weak and miserable, but mostly HUNGRY! So what does a self respecting grown woman do? I called my mommy. She said she wanted me to call my doctor right away to see if there was anything she could give me to help keep the food down. I told her that the doctor already prescribed me some anti-nausea medication but they seemed to speed up the process of being ill, not make it stop. Of course I hadn't thought to call my doctor myself and tell her that the meds aren't working. (Hey, when you're lying on the couch in misery, you don't think clearly.) I also tell my mom that I'm on medicine for BV (it's a womanly bacterial infection...if you don't know what it is, you can ask but I'm warning you now it's kind of gross and embarrassing) and I'm thinking that might be making me sick on top of the little creature growing in my belly.
Anyway. Long story short, Mom insists that I call my doctor. Too bad by the time I got off the phone with her the doctor's office was closed. (I missed them by 2 minutes too. UGH!) So I'm frustrated to the point of tears. I text her and tell her my doctor's office is closed and she suggested I find a walk in clinic. At this point I go to Sean (My wonderful husband) and tell him what's going on. I didn't mention it to him before because I figured he got the hint hearing me throw up a zillion times throughout the day. Apparently he'd "gotten so used to it, he stopped keeping track of how often it happened". Nice, huh? haha
So what does any self respecting grown man do in this situation? He called his step-mom (who happens to live about 2 blocks away from us, for the record). She said "Get Erica to a hospital! If she's fatigued and been throwing up all day, she's more than likely dehydrated. That's bad for mommy and bad for baby. You have insurance, just go!" (Okay, okay, I'm paraphrasing...but that's basically what she said.) So we decide to go to Whataburger to get Sean some dinner then we headed to Mercy hospital (which isn't where I'm having the baby, for the record...it was just closer to Whataburger and I felt like I was gonna pass out so we went to the closest one.) When I got there the ER staff was really nice. They basically got me right in, put an IV in (my first IV ever...I was scared), and gave me some anti nausea medicine via the IV. Within minutes I was feeling less nauseous. It was amazing! I forgot how it felt to feel normal. Then, the nurse suggested we find the heartbeat with the doppler (which I was also very excited about because Sean wasn't with me when I heard the heartbeat the first time). Well, after trying for what seemed like forever to find the heartbeat, the nurse was unsuccessful and gave up. She said not to worry, that they'd check on the baby with the ultrasound machine once they get a room opened up. So it was back to the waiting room for Sean and I. At this point I was in tears. How could she not find the heartbeat?? What if something was wrong?? What if I was sick because something happened to the baby?? Yeah. Needless to say I felt like an idiot crying in the middle of the waiting room, holding my arm out so the IV wouldn't poke me worse than it was...but I was worried and nothing else mattered at that point. Sean was so sweet. He let me sit on his lap and was trying so hard to make me feel better. I really should listen to him more often, because everything turned out to be fine. :)
Their rooms were all taken, so they brought a portable ultrasound machine into the waiting room, set up a cute little curtain in the corner, and called me in. The make-shift room was really too small for the doctor, the nurse, Sean, and myself...but we made it work. So I lay down and they squirt the goop on my belly. The nurse starts moving it around and (again, it seems like forever) kept looking for my baby. Basically, after a few minutes of trying she couldn't find anything so the doctor stepped in. He found the little one after a minute or so and boy is our kid active!! It was moving around a bunch and waving it's hands up and down. (I think it knew it was being watched and decided to wave to it's mommy and daddy). The doctor gave us some awesome pictures and said that everything looked fine. ((Oh, did I mention that I started crying within seconds of seeing the little one? Because I did. And I didn't even care. After thinking the worst, seeing that baby looking back at me was the best BEST feeling I have ever experienced.)) So they finished up with us, told me they were going to hook me up to a saline drip in the waiting room (again, no rooms available, but that was fine with me.) and told me to drink a cup of water while I was getting the drip. Doc said if I kept the water down by the time the drip was done, I should be fine to go home. The drip took a while, but I didn't really care. I spent most of the time looking at my ultrasound pictures trying my hardest to shut off the water works. (haha, I've cried so much lately that it doesn't seem abnormal any more to cry in public at the drop of a hat).
After the drip was done they informed me that I have a UTI as well. Coulda fooled me! Normally, those are pretty obvious (so I've heard) but I didn't have any burning or problems peeing so I had no idea! Anyway, I left the waiting room 3 hours later with 2 new perscriptions (I'm up to 7 mandatory pills a day, and up to 3 for nausea if I need them...woo!! haha)
The good thing is, I started my day feeling worse than I've ever felt in my life, not knowing if the baby was okay (heck, not knowing what the baby looked like!), not knowing if I'll be able to make it through 6 more months of pregnancy....and I ended my day with 2 pictures of my precious little one, knowing he/she is okay, feeling like a million bucks compared to the last few weeks (okay, I was still pretty tired and feeling a little twinge of nausea when we left..but anything was better than how I was feeling earlier). Aside from being scared to death for a few minutes, it was a good night.
Enjoy the pictures, and you should all vote on whether or not you think it's a boy or a girl. My mother in law and I are pretty much convinced it's a girl...but we won't know for a while.
Hope you all enjoyed the story of my pregnancy so far. Leave me a comment! Love you all!
<3 Erica
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