Hi all, sorry to just sort of barge in here and I hope you are all as well as you can be. I was on this thread throughout 2019 and had my baby (DC3) at the end of August. I remember former thread ‘residents’ popping in from the other side and thought I would do the same.
Two things prompted me. Firstly, I went for a routine blood test at the hospital and walking in early in the morning was like a sudden flashback to the times I wandered in there feeling terrible and just trying to make it through whatever appointment I had. Secondly, I was rummaging in my drawer looking for something when I stumbled on a bottle of cyclizine, must have been my last one pre-birth. Really took me back.
FWIW, HG is like a distant memory and I have these moments where I think, “Oh yeah, that happened, that was rubbish!”. I have a bit of a lingering fear of getting nauseous or sick, not that it’s happened at all, but I’m generally past it all. The sickness went about 4 hours after birth, but I think it took that time because of the drugs I was on in labour (induction). I had the syntocinon drip which can make anyone sick, they did also give me IV anti sickness meds (can’t remember what) and saline, but I was sick a couple of times after the birth. However, even that wasn’t that bad. I didn’t have the awful nausea, I just couldn’t keep anything down for a few hours (no tea and toast for me! I did have some tea but spewed it up pretty quickly!). However by about the 5 hour point I was fine, and by 6 hours after birth I was eating dinner like nothing had ever happened.
I was very lucky in that my work have a generous policy for sick leave in pregnancy, so I didn’t financially have to work (thankfully). I honestly don’t know how anyone does it and frankly I think it’s awful that sick pregnant women find themselves forced to work due to financial constraints. I ended up not working for my entire pregnancy - I was never well enough to go back, and even at my best I might pop to a local shop gently or join the school pick up but I never went much further than that.
It is probably quite horrible for many of you now, but hopefully you get some glimmers of relief - from about 23 weeks I was still ill but it wasn’t like the first half, where I barely left my bed. I could even venture into the kitchen, the living room, at one point I even cooked! After that halfway point things were much more bearable and manageable, for me, even if I still had to take it easy. Doing too much - which was basically doing anything - made it significantly worse.
Also, you all do absolutely deserve to be looked after. I know a lot of women feel guilty. Please don’t, please try not to. This is a serious, and rare/uncommon, illness. It isn’t ‘just’ pregnancy, it just happens to be an illness that only affects pregnant women. If you have a DP that now has to shoulder a lot, that’s fine. That’s life. I felt really guilty at first, but with time realised that I had been there for my DCs, and my DH through his own illness, and this was just one of those things we had to get through and it was ok for me to not be able to do anything and that I needed looking after. And it would have been very tiring for DH. But, that’s life, that’s a partnership, and this is our baby, so if I’m going to be in literal pain with the nausea and the vomiting then yes, he had to deal with everything else! He never once complained and completely appreciated my struggle, I recognise I do have a lovely DH. I really hope you can all have good support, as I know not everyone has understanding family or partners.
So having said all of that. DC3 is now 4.5mo and is a ridiculously gorgeous, happy baby who we are all so in love with. Our older DCs dote on her and I am glad we have her. It might have been a tough old slog, but we got there, and it is lovely.
I don’t want to minimise anyone’s experiences or be insensitive and it can be so hard, I just wanted to share my story from the ‘other side’ like so many other lovely women did when I was in the midst of suffering and just wishing my way to the end of pregnancy.
Wishing you all the very best 