It's Not Just Morning Sickness
By Blondimommi on May 03, 2012
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Can you not just be a douche bag for 3.5 seconds and let me bask in the glory of my super mom dream? Of course not!!! NO I’d rather let you feel all warm and fuzzy inside and them boom knock you on your ass!! Mawh hahahahaha.
Now why is it that everyone associates HG with morning sickness?
HG is a debilitating and potentially life-threatening pregnancy disease marked by rapid weight loss, malnutrition, and dehydration due to unrelenting nausea and/or vomiting with potential adverse consequences for the newborn(s). –- That was taken right off of the Hyperemesis education and research foundation website.
Understandably those who have not been affected can take the road of “get over it mama.” Not realizing that the road is fully of u-turns and detours and pot holes. Day-to-day tasks are like running a marathon, and no, there is no high after pushing yourself to unload the dishwasher. Even my loving boyfriend who I know doesn’t mean it to come out this way is kinda on the bandwagon of Buck up.
As I sit here today sipping on my tea after choking down a slice of dry toast, I wonder to myself if I will ever again have any more children. But then the thought of taking the chance of a son away from Steven is disheartening to me. I wonder why my doctor has taken me off of my IV fluids at home when I explained to her that they were making me feel better. But instead wants me to go into the ER and get fluids every time I become dehydrated. Why the doctor is refusing to do anything other than up my medication every time I go in there…. It’s quite frightening knowing that I take the same medication for my nausea that those on chemotherapy take. And every time they do increase my dose the doctor always says, “We cannot go any higher, this is the max!” then boom, I come back in and express how this isn’t doing shit, that I’m pulling out my hair and I’m STILL losing weight and magically that max dose I had last time is now okay.
So I guess I kinda am like super mom right now. Yes, everything in the house is dusty, and laundry is piling up, it is well past noon and both myself and Addison are still in our pajamas -- but I am making a baby. I am pushing through the thought of wanting to crawl into a ball and just sleep so my daughter can have breakfast. I am fighting with myself every day to not break down in front of anyone because I know that if I do, nothing good will come out of it.
No, I do not need your pity; I need those who have never had HG to realize that we are not just dealing with a bad case of morning sickness. That every pregnancy IS different and I don’t expect you to understand what we are going through, but don’t be ignorant and just think we are whiny princesses because we can’t “deal” with the nausea and/or vomiting.
I have HG. I am a mother of a healthy 2-year-old, the future mother of a healthy newborn and the girlfriend of a loving significant other. If that is not being super mom then I don’t know what is.
Photo Credit: infomatique.