Thanks to business trips and plain ol' good luck, I made it through the first trimester without dear Daddy-to-Be ever hearing or seeing me vomit. That made me happy, and I can only imagine he felt the same. Throwing up is something I prefer to do in private, if I must, and heaven forbid someone try to comfort me by touching me.
Thanks to the hustle and bustle of moving to a new city and starting a new job, our pregnancy preparation was interrupted. I had barely met my new OB when I bombarded him with questions. When can we do my glucose tolerance test? What do I need to do to pre-register at the hospital? Where is the birthing class schedule posted? Do they give hospital tours? We really wanted a hospital tour.
Thanks to working in a senior living community, I'm susceptible to illnesses that go around rather quickly. Despite a quarantine of certain areas of the community, a stomach bug stretched its nasty little wings around me last Friday, and BAM.
I didn't feel well that night after dinner and chalked it up to eating too much for dinner or eating too fast, as we pregnant gals have been known to do. I laid down that night hoping to sleep it off, but within an hour, I awoke with a familiar feeling I hadn't known for months. The nightmare of the first trimester had returned! And again... and again... and again... Within two hours, I had nothing left to give, and just then, S stumbled downstairs amidst all the noise I was making and house lights that should never know the wee hours of the morning. Baby seemed to be fine, but I was worried what dehydration and whatever this "bug" was might do.
He drove. I retched into a Target bag. He put his hand on my back, and while it may have agitated me in the past, I thought, "Thank you. Please help me." I was worried, but I told myself to not be scared and not to panic. I remembered hearing that one should stay as calm as possible when bitten by a snake, because panic and stress would only pump the venom through veins faster. This moment was my snake bite, and I tried to keep calm to talk normally.
We drove to the E.R., and then I was rolled over to Labor & Delivery. In another attempt to keep it calm and lighthearted, I asked the nurse pushing the wheelchair if I should put my hands up and "wooo" as if I was on a roller coaster. All three of us chuckled. Before too long, we were set up in a room, and an angel named Nurse Kim took care of us. I can only hope that the nurses on my delivery day are like Nurse Kim! She was compassionate, thorough, and very attentive. A blood draw here, an IV there, some medication for good measure, a lot of quiet time in between, and we were on our way by 7:00 AM.
We had a very thorough hospital tour of Maternity that early morning, and I am so happy with what I saw. I think S appreciated the reclining chair at the bedside too! And I am thankful for the man who lovingly put his hand on my back as I ever-so-gracefully puked every 30 minutes.
But have no fear! Baby is completely fine, and after two days, I'm back in action. Just a Mom and Daughter showing illness how we do life. TAKE THAT! ;) We're still on track for our trip to San Diego this Friday!