Not So Fun Night On Sunday (WARNING TMI!!!!)

1391532_10151941333142392_873738494_nAfter a very fun filled day spent with Sean and my parents in Vancouver going to the Bellies to Babies Celebration (I’ll write a post on this later), I found myself not feeling very well Sunday afternoon. I had a headache that was turning into a migraine and I kept falling asleep for short amounts of time. I could tell that maybe I was getting a little cold or something but never imagined what was about to come next.

Around 7:30 I felt nauseous so I went to the washroom thinking my new prenatal’s hadn’t responded well with the small cup of Oreo pudding I had for dinner. I did throw up a little but it was pretty much like the last time I had morning sickness. After that I went to the couch to start watching Amazing Race with Sean. Not even three minutes into the show and I really felt sick (WARNING THIS IS GROSS INFO COMING UP)! I can happily say I made it to the washroom and most of the vomit landed in the bowl, however this time it wasn’t just this tiny amount. Instead it was enough to fill the entire toilet bowl and at the end there was blood coming out too. I had it all over my clothes and on our bathroom rug. I can clearly remember thinking I need to clean this up NOW!!!

Seeing blood freaked me out a little (I am not really one who throws up to often) so I called my mom to ask if I should be going to the hospital. She said no it was just from all the hacking I was doing and is actually pretty common. She told me to rinse off and then take a nice hot bath. Obviously listening to her advice because what one person could possibly throw up any more fluid when there was nothing left inside them, I took a bath. Not even ten minutes into my bath once again was hit with the urge to throw up. By this time I knew something wasn’t right. Knowing how important it is to not get dehydrated when you are not pregnant I was assuming being pregnant would increase that ten fold. I went to the living room and told Sean it was time to head to the hospital. By this time it was around 9:30 pm and Sean goes to bed at 10:00 so he can be up for work early.

The drive to the hospital sucked!! I threw up once more and I felt like it might start coming out the other end as well.

images (1)The emergency room was packed when we arrived. We stood in line behind this one gal for almost ten minutes. Within that time I once again felt sick as could be and ran myself to the washroom where I had to decide what was going to come out first. After that horrifying ordeal I went back to stand in line with Sean. Fortunately it didn’t take very long after that. They asked me how far along I was (I forget that I am obviously showing now) and then asked me to wait in this little tiny triage room. I was figuring I would get to wait in the waiting room with all these other people who looked and felt like I did. The girl in front of me was in that room as well but within two minutes a nurse came in and called my name. She sat me down and started asking more questions and then took my vitals. During this whole time I was starting to have my right eye go kind of blurry and I could feel myself on the verge of blacking out. Then I threw up and was knocked back to reality!! The nurse took me straight to a bed and hooked me up to an IV so I could get some fluid in me. (YAY no waiting in that waiting room for me; guess that’s one bonus of being pregnant when you need to go to the ER). They then gave me some gravol to help with my throwing up, that stuff was amazing!!

I went through the hot and cold thing and that’s when the nurse said she thinks I have the flu. I was warned that the ER was very busy and chances were this was going to be a long wait for us. All I kept thinking is poor Sean is going to have to call out of work tomorrow. We sat in a little triage room for about two and a half hours, watching all these other patients check in get asked questions and then directed to go back out to the waiting room where someone would be with them as soon as they could. I even heard one nurse say that there was a guy out there that had been waiting over three hours. (Talk about being grateful for being pregnant by the second) Around midnight I was told I was going to be transferred to the family birthing unit where a doctor was going to make sure everything was okay with the baby. That took about another half hour before we were taken there and then I got to talk to some other nurses who made me put on a robe then left us alone where we could turn the lights off until the doctor arrived.

Normally this would have been a simple thing and we probably would have been gone within fifteen minutes except we came on a night where there were two moms delivering twins and one of the deliveries was not going very smoothly. Once the doctor came however he check my belly a little and I was told everything was fine. I was smart for coming and getting re-hydrated and that he was more then willing to become my doctor during the rest of my pregnancy. (I still haven’t gotten a doctor in Canada yet because my medical was just cleared last week) Sean and I got home around 2:30 where he promptly fell right to sleep. I on the other hand tossed and turned all night.

Sean did manage to get up in time for work and I spent the entire day in bed on Pinterest with very little appetite. I think I ate some pudding and some bread the entire day. It was not a very fun experience but it was nice to see how Sean handles these types of situations. He was calm and comforting and never complained once about getting lack of sleep. Just another reason I love him so much!!

As of today I am still not feeling fantastic but definitely better then I was.



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