Last Saturday my body decided to freak out. Around 9pm I had a horrible cramp in my back and no amount of massage would make it go away. I couldn't get comfortable and felt completely nauseous. I thought that maybe I was constipated and then the vomiting began. My husband was amazing through all of it, but at 3am I'd had enough and was ready to go to the ER.
I was freaking out the entire time and thought of every horrible thing that could go wrong! I even had a couple of mini panic attacks...not fun. By the time we arrived at the ER I felt completely dehydrated and lethargic. At check-in the nurse immediately took me back to Labor and Delivery...which made me panic even more. The nurses jumped right in and did everything possible to make me feel comfortable. I had to start off by peeing in a cup and that just panicked me even more...it was bloody...never something you want to see when you're pregnant...especially when the nurse follows it up with "oh my."
Then the fun part started...trying to start an IV. Sadly there were no veins to be found and an Anesthesiologist was called in. She decided the only vein available was on the underside of my wrist...palm side...the last place I wanted it! She gave me a shot in my wrist to numb the area and when she decided she was ready to insert the IV, the vein was gone! All of that pain for nothing! Eventually she found one in my right arm...tortured me for a few seconds...taped me up and left.
The nurses increased the drip rate on the first bag of fluids so that it would run into my body as quickly as possible and added some medication to help with the nausea and heartburn. I was still worried about Bean and asked if we could have an ultrasound to make sure everything was okay. The nurse used a Doppler Ultrasound...I think that's what it was called, but wasn't able to hear a heartbeat. She said it was normal with an early pregnancy, but quickly decided to do a standard ultrasound when she realized I NEEDED to know that Bean was okay. Luckily Bean was doing fine...sleeping, but with a steady heartbeat.
Slowly my urine started clearing up...I had to collect it every time I went to the bathroom...and I started to feel better. A doctor performed one last ultrasound and decided I was ready to go home after I was able to keep a little cereal down...almost 9 hours later. No one really knew why I had gotten so sick so quickly, but suggested that maybe it was my body reacting to the lack of hormone therapy I had just stopped the Wednesday before.
My poor husband sat in an uncomfortable chair the entire time and never left my side. I'm so grateful for all he goes through for Bean and I and I have no doubt that he is going to be an amazing daddy when we finally meet our little Bean.