When my husband and I found out we were pregnant (back in 1995) it was a
pleasant surprise, for about 2 days. Then came "morning sickness". I
tried to brave it out - I really did. My doctor kept telling me it was
normal and I kept telling him I really thought something was very wrong.
I was throwing up almost 30 times a day. Even sucking on an ice chip
caused me to throw up. By this time I was just throwing up bile. One
night in the middle of the night I began throwing up so hard I started
bleeding quite a bit. A different doctor was on call that night and put
me in the hospital. It took almost 24 hours just to get me to where I
had enough in my bladder I could go to the bathroom. We switched to a
specialist who knew a little more about hyperemesis than my other doctor.
(My other doctor thought I was being too much!) My new doc at least
diagnosed me. It took several weeks but he finally found a medication
that made it all go away. I had to take Zofran for the remainder of my
pregnancy. By this time I was so weak from the first five months that
all I could do was lay in bed and sleep. Our son was born, very healthy,
7 lbs. 6 oz.
We had been told that the chances of it happening again were almost
nonexistent so when we became pregnant six months ago we were not
prepared for it to all happen again. I really thought I was experiencing
normal morning sickness and then one day I just didn't stop throwing up.
I lost almost fifteen pounds, but the worst thing was I had a four year
old son to take care of. I'm a stay at home mom, but all of a sudden I
was a stay in bed mom. Even rolling over would cause me to throw up. My
husband would make breakfast before work, come home for lunch to make
lunch, then come home and make dinner then entertain Keegan who really
needed someone to play with. This pregnancy I have a midwife, she was
very knowledgeable about hyperemesis and she tried several new drugs, but
none of them worked. They put me back on Zofran, which was not as
effective as last time, but at least I was down to throwing up 3 or 4
My hyperemesis is so much worse this time than last time. My husband and
I had dreamed of four or five children, but having hyperemesis and taking
care of the children we already have is just too much. We will probably
try to be content with our two sons (we know it's a boy). We love our
children so very much and it was worth every moment to bring them here,
but I don't know if I can physically do it again.
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