I'm not successful is the word, but I got to a point where living felt better than dying,
The first few weeks, around 4-5 for me, were real trial and error as to which drugs worked, and I ended up moving hospital at 10 weeks because my first hospital just didn't take HG seriously.
I then lived in hospital from 10-23 weeks. It was hell, it wasn't how I planned my pregnant. But it was a down sight better than being at home believing I wanted to die because I felt that ill.
I was on a round the clock combination of drugs composing of phenergen which put me to sleep for 5-6 hours to allow rest, metoclompromide every 6 hours to ease the sickness a little and odandentron every 4 hours. This were only every administered via a drip. Any oral medication I just sicked up.
After a month or so, all my veins collapsed from the constant IV, so I then had a PICC line; I HIGHLY RECCOMEND you press for this if you're having daily IV's. it'll save your veins.
I now have the most wonderful son who is 2. We are now TTC baby #2.
Pregnancy traumatised me, and I still can't go near the original hospital without breaking down.
But I promise you with all my heart that this is worth it. I mean it.
You'll fight this, you're so very strong. You'll feel like giving up so many times but you will get there.
Please, do message me if at any point you want to chat or if it becomes to much.