 I have officially tried it all, and then as soon as I gave up: hello engorgement!
How many times have you felt like giving up on breastfeeding due to your breast milk supply being low? I know I have been there many times. So when I tired coconut water and experienced this, I was more than annoyed. I have always wanted to try coconut water but have been so discouraged due to not knowing what it would taste like. I have googled, “what does coconut water taste like”, on many occasions, but have been extremely discouraged in trying it when I see that people have opinions like: “it tastes like pee” (how would one know that? Gross!) or “It tastes like sour or fermented water” (please stop).
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I started this blog in hopes that not just the women suffering from HG would gain some support, but their family and friends would as well. I asked advice on a Facebook Hyperemesis Gravidarum group and was completely stricken by the amount of feedback I received. 450+ comments and counting. You ladies had a lot to say! So, here it is, in full sass commentary. Your own personal guide on how to not piss off your pregnant HG mama. You’re welcome in advance!  It’s really quiet. I can hear the house shaking when the wind hits the side of the window. I’ve been laying here trying to sleep for about an hour now, but the nausea is taking over and soon I fear I will lose control. Im trying to talk my body into getting better and thinking happy thoughts, but I don’t think it’s working. The bottle of medicine on my night stand is almost empty and I don’t think I have the courage to ask my husband for more money to refill the prescription. I’ve been out of work due to my pregnancy for about four months now and it’s getting harder to look into his eyes and ask for anymore. He is working so hard while I just lay here. What is wrong with me? Why can’t my body do what it’s naturally supposed to do: make a baby.
 I was in a haze. The drugs they gave me this time made my body paralyzed. I just had an allergic reaction to an anti nausea medication, just my luck, and my body started seizing up. I couldn’t move and lost control. Now I was under heavy sedatives to calm my body down and then I heard your voice.
 Have you ever just sat outside and listened? You didn’t have your phone. You just had your ears and you sat there and took in your surroundings.
I heard waves. Birds were talking to one another in a beautiful poetic tone. I sat there and sank it all in. The sun beating on my pale cheeks. I closed my eyes. I didn’t wanted to leave this place. I just got out of the hospital and knew I was pushing myself by going on a family vacation to a beach house 2.5 hours away from home. The car ride was a struggle, but this view and scenery was well worth it. I was sitting on a cement ledge overlooking a golf course that had the ocean in the background. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be sitting there, pregnant and all with my belly hanging half way over my knees and my legs dangling down, but for the first time since I was diagnosed, I felt peace. It was cold and windy, but in between wind patterns I felt the beating of the sun steadily on my body and it warmed me.  Yes, they are real and yes, they work!
I used to hear all about these teething necklaces and I just never understood them. Now that I have my baby girl here, she is growing like a weed and with growing comes stages. Stage one, crying because they're hungry.. check. Stage two, crying because they're teething, oh boy! People forget to tell you these things! No one ever told me that teething would be this hard. It just seems so simple to me... you pop the teeth from underneath your gums and bam, done. No. This is not reality. Teething is like hearing screeching finger nails on a chalkboard. Worse than a paper cut! You try and try to soothe this cute little bundle of joy that is frantically screaming in your arms but they just don’t budge. Tylenol, cold wash cloths, teething toys, home remedies, money, money, money wasted and down the drain. I walked into the emergency room for the seventh time in the past three days. This time my mom brought me. It was packed, but when wasn’t it. I was throwing up blood this time and I told the admission woman. She was rude. She didn’t care that I was pregnant. She sent me to a seat and continued to text on her phone. There were people everywhere. I hated coming to the hospital on Friday nights. All of the people who are getting off of work and think “should I go to the emergency room instead of the doctors since it’s the weekend?”.
This is for the woman who is sitting in her bed with her hands over her face wanting to give up. If no one has told you that you are loved today, I love you. You ARE strong. You DO matter.
• 164 Hospital/Doctors visits • 174 I.V Hydration’s • 15 Doctors with no cure • 7 Medication trials If you are a woman who has encountered the horror’s of this pregnancy condition, I am sure you can relate to my next few words… WHERE IS THE GLOW? This is for the woman who is sitting in her bed with her hands over her face wanting to give up. If no one has told you that you are loved today, I love you. You ARE strong. You DO matter.
• 164 Hospital/Doctors visits • 174 I.V Hydration’s • 15 Doctors with no cure • 7 Medication trials I am laying in my bed holding this beautiful, soft, warm thing that I tried so hard to create. 8.5 months of absolute hell, and it was all worth it. I can’t help but to look down at her beautiful face and reminisce on all that I have gone through to bring her into this world. From countless emergency room visits to the joys of labor contractions. I would not change a single thing. I get to look at my baby girl and hear her breath in my arms as she drifts into sleep. When you look at your journey and you feel sort of empty and sad about it.. but you must maintain some sort of happiness as well, because you know at the end of this road you will be bringing such an amazing, beautiful baby into the world.
I don’t want to hear that this is due to the intense amount of hormones swimming around my entire body. I want to be heard. I want someone to tell me that they are sorry that I’m going through this and that they can’t imagine how it feels. Instead I have the constant flow of people telling me everything they think is right and what could possibly cure me. You’re all wrong. This can’t be cured. You can’t fix me. I’m sick and no one can help. |
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