I've been emetophobic since before anyone even knew that was the word for it! My mother joked that it was called "vomiphobia", but she never truly admitted that she was phobic herself until she developed Alzheimers in later life and became more disinhibited. When I was sick as a child I was usually alone because she found it disgusting and wouldn't comfort me, my earliest memory was waking up vomiting at 4.
I was never brave enough to be pregnant/have children so you're a better woman than I OP. It has got a bit better over the years, but I've also had CBT, hypnotherapy, talking therapy, psychotherapy etc. I remember being so desperate to be rid of it as a teenager, to just be "normal" and not bolt from the room when someone mentioned not feeling well, or be unable to go out for dinner, or eat anything other than plain pasta or mashed potato, or examine the faces of everyone who walked past me to see if they looked pale.
When I tried therapy I was open-minded, willing to speak about anything, to delve back into all my worst memories and describe my worst fears to "Get to the bottom of it."
But when one particular counsellor said she had a patient with a condition that meant she vomited up fluid pretty much every hour, with all the sound effects, and that she'd take an audio and then a video recording to play to me as part of my exposure therapy, I said absolutely fucking not and flounced out. What are you, insane?! Who wants to hear/see that, phobic or not?! 🤣 🤣
I was 18, in my defence. I'm 50 now, I'm not as bad as I once was but I still get very down and depressed when people bang on and on about the horrors of noro in winter and I loathe Christmas for that reason.