I finally got my doctor to take me seriously today. I stood up for myself, conveyed that I am so sick right now, on the max doses of what I am taking, imagine how I’d be if we took it all away? He agreed and admitted that it’s beyond his area of expertise to treat hyperemesis. I can respect that – after all, he’s a family doctor, not an obstetrician. And even most obstetricians don’t know what to do for HG.
That said, he offered me a solution. Finally. I have a referral to the OB that treated me when I was pg with the boys. Not sure how long until I can see him – could be 2-3 agonizing weeks – but relief is in sight. I hope.
To add to my fun, my stomach started to hurt yesterday in that all-too-familiar IBS way. It wasn’t until 3 am that it really hit me. Unfortunately, it seems while pregnant, it doesn’t work the same way. Usually, I go to the bathroom a few times and the pain is gone. Last night, it got so bad – and nothing was happening to relieve it – that I ended up laying on my bathroom floor for over 5 hours.
It wasn’t until 6 am, when Skip came in to get ready for work and turned on the lights, that I noticed I was bleeding rectally. Quite a bit, actually. Excellent.
The pain eased up by morning and I was able to doze on and off until my 4 pm doctor’s appointment. The IBS attack seems to have mostly gotten out of my system, though a few ill effects remain that I won’t disgust the masses with.
Overall, it’s been a hellacious day. My nausea is so bad that not eating makes it worse, but eating makes it worse It’s a catch-22 of the worst kind. It’s to the point where I keep having to talk myself OUT of throwing up. I feel like if I could just throw up a little bit, it would alleviate the nausea, but the truth is if I even throw up just “a little bit,” it’s going to be one awful spiral downhill and I can’t go there.
If I can hang on until my referral comes through, there will be hope. Until then… ugh.
Funny thing is, I remember “loving” being pregnant both times before. Then I go back and read my blogs and see I was just as miserable then, too. My mind is really good at blocking out the bad stuff, I guess.
I’m 10 weeks tomorrow. I was sick through 20 weeks (without treatment) with Calista. Hopefully, ten more weeks from now (though I’m praying it’s much less) I will start to feel human again and can get to the parts of pregnancy I remember loving.
One day at a time.