I will be 9 weeks tomorrow and I am wishing the time will pass quickly so that I get into the second trimester and stop feeling so yucky!
I was a nanny. I was going to stop working when the school year ended because one of the parents is a teacher and would be home with the kids. During my 6th week of pregnancy, I had a scarey day where I was having severe cramps all day and night, and my Gyn got me into her office the next day and got me a sonogram appointment. There was a little bit of internal bleeding but everything appeared normal, and we got to see the little sprout and even hear the heartbeat, which was amazing. BUT, my Gyn told me to take the rest of the week off, stay off my feet, no heavy lifting,etc., just in case. So I was not at work for most of a week.
WARNING: TMI alert- discussion of vomiting in the following paragraphs!
Towards the end of last week I had started to feel really nauseous. I had been queasy before, but was able to manage it by grazing constantly on snacks. This was different- I was barely able to eat, which made my nausea worse when I got hungry. I would get dizzy and nauseous from just moving around. I bought Sea-Bands, these elastic bands that you wear on your wrists that are supposed to work based on accupressure, but they didn’t help.
By last Saturday I was in bed trying not to vomit. Sunday I started, threw up about 5 times. Monday was worse, I probably threw up 10 times or more. It was a good thing we didn’t have any Memorial Day shindigs to go to, as I would’ve had to cancel. I couldn’t keep anything down, not even Jello, not even water. I decided I would take Tuesday off and try to get in to my Gyn for an appointment. So I call my employers, and get the mom. While I am telling her that I have been horribly sick all weekend, she utters an angry-sounding sigh. Then she says, in a cold voice, something about finding someone else to finish out the school year because this isn’t good for the kids or something to that effect. And that she didn’t want anything to happen to me or my baby or to her kids, but they needed consistency and this just wasn’t going to cut it. And that was that.
Now, this wasn’t a “real” job in that I was getting benefits or health insurance or anything. So I can’t complain to any union or anything. And I know that it is better for the kids to have someone watch them who could be more involved than I was the past couple weeks. I mean, I was able to change diapers and fix their meals and play with them a little bit, but I had to keep saying, “No, I don’t want to play Chase right now, I need to sit down for a while because my tummy doesn’t feel good.” And I got a little short with the 4-year-old from time to time when he kept badgering me to play with him when I had just told him I wasn’t feeling well. I had stopped taking them out places because the toddler usually wanted me to carry him a lot when we’d go out, and I was trying to limit my picking up and carrying of them, and also I had been feeling so queasy I wasn’t sure I would be able to take them somewhere without blowing chunks.
But I feel a little hurt that she would just blow me off like that.And I feel sad because I never got a chance to say goodbye to the kids. I wanted to stay in touch with them, because I liked the kids a lot, and they liked me. I guess it is not to be, though.
On the upside, the doc prescribed Promethegan suppositories :eek: for me, and they worked. I have not been nauseous, and I have been able to eat and keep it down. After a few days, I called back and got a prescription for the liquid form of the Rx, because if I go out somewhere, it would be inconvenient to have to find somewhere to go to insert a suppository in a public place :eek: ! (You don’t just put it in, you’re supposed to lay on your side for about 15 minutes afterwards)
I’m a little nervous about taking the Rx, because all the books say, “Don’t take ANY medication while you are pregnant!!” and a lot of times drs. are careful just to cover their own asses in case something happens. I have a friend who had severe vomiting throught her pregnancy, was hospitalized a couple times for dehydration, and none of the standard anti-yack meds worked on her. The only thing that worked was this very expensive Rx that they give to people who are on chemo, can’t remember the name. She just had a cute little baby girl who is healthy and has all the right parts in all the right places, so I guess the Rx didn’t do too badly. When I called my Gyn I felt like, “I don’t care if the medication makes the baby grow two heads and three arms, I just want to stop throwing up!!” Hopefully the nausea will go away in the second trimester. And the current wisdom is, “Sick Mommy means healthy baby!” Yeah, sure, whatever, you can help me wipe the yack off my chin. I’ve also heard that it’s usually worst with the first kid, and this is my first. I guess it would have to get better with subsequent pregnancies, or else no woman would ever want to get pregnant more than once or twice!