Hi everyone, firstly my heart goes out to any of you that is going through hg
it truly is an awful illness to have to deal with.
My story is finished but I wondered if I could share it anyway.. I doubt it'll help any one apart from myself but here goes.
With my dd (who is almost 5 now) I had horrendous morning sickness, you know the drill, vomiting for 20 weeks, sleeping sitting up, crippling nausea etc, however I had nothing to compare it to so I thought it was normal, my mum didn't get morning sickness at all so she had no idea either. However I got through it and enjoyed the last half of my pregnancy.
When she was 2 I really wanted another baby so me and do tried again, I got pregnant straight away, no fuss, I was so so happy.
Then it started. I was vomiting up to around 45 times a day, the midwife I saw just didn't even take any notice. (I saw her very early because I was concerned about the vomiting)
The first time I was admitted to hospital I walked to the gp and to be honest I've never seen a doctor look so worried. I was 5 weeks gone. I had 4 massive iv's, I skin and nails turned blue and I was intensely shaking because the water was so damn cold and I had so little actual fluid left in me.
That was the first time I was admitted for 2 days. They gave me ondensetron which seemed to work and sent me on my way, I thought it was great, I had been treated really well and thought I had the "cure".
2 weeks later I was admitted again, the same thing happened, so they gave me something beginning with "m" (forgive me, it's been a couple of years now) aswell as the ondensetron.
Again.. 2 weeks later, rinse and repeat, with an increase in dosage and sent home.
I was feeling really awful long before then, I had a 2 year old who I couldn't look after, a partner who couldn't work, no family help, no money, no strength, vomiting 45 times a day, in so much pain, my throat was bleeding... It was awful.
Then around a week later I was admitted again. I had an iv, the nurse was arsey etc Then in the morning the bombshell.. I had the resident doctor, a doctor I saw on the first visit, 3 nurses and 2 trainees in my room. They said I was doing it myself and if I turned up again they would turn me away because they need the bed for some one with genuine problems. They more than halved my medication and sent me home, they didn't wait for someone to collect me, just pretty much said the bed wasn't available any more and made me wait in the lobby even though I still was having problems walking through being shakey.
2 nights later, I still don't know what happened entirely, but I was on the bed thinking I was losing the baby, I was in so much pain, for about 2 hours nothing happened except the usual sick, so I thought I'd sit on the toilet and see if anything else happens. I ended up grabbing my dds potty, throwing up in that so much that it over flowed all over me and then my dp comes in, his face I can still see now. He said he was sat outside (thinking privacy) but he couldn't take it any longer and he thought I was going to die. The hospital put some sort of block on me if that's possible and said I couldn't go in.
I spent 3 weeks without barely any medication or medical help but in that 3 weeks we arranged a termination. I was 13+6 and killed our much wanted, much loved, baby.
I've seen my gp since (different one) and was on anti depressants for 18 months, I've just fully weaned off around 6 weeks ago.
I so much want another baby, I so do, but I know I can't, I can't do that again, not just the Illness but I can't possibly handle another termination. I had postnatal depression with my dd and I feel like I didn't appreciate being her mother for a long time and I still have some self hatred for that.
My sil, and my best friend, though has had another baby since, and one is due in a couple of weeks and I love all 3 (she has a boy same age as my dd) so much. It killed me for a while but I think I'm in a good place now (apart from a new fear of vomiting)It hurts and I think it always will, there'll always be a special place for our baby but it doesn't rule me like it once did.
Thank you for reading, especially if you read it all.
All my love to every single one of you, it doesn't matter if you're sick once a day or 60 times, my heart goes out to each of you xxx 