Let me start by saying that I have been very blessed! I have a perfect 2 1/2 year old boy whom I adore. The month before I get pregnant with him I was told that I would never have children without medical intervention. My husband and I couldn't afford infertility at the time so we decided that we would wait. I went back to school to work on my masters degree and he continued to work. Needless to say, when I found out I was pregant I was beside myself with excitement. My husband and I were in denial. He said that he couldn't wait for the morning sickness to start so that he'd know it was real. I think he has regretted that statement ever since. I was at 8 weeks when I made my first trip to the ER. After 3 more trips and a loss of about 30 pounds my doctor set me up on home IV therapy. My veins wouldn't hold the IV lines so then I got the PICC line. I was sick even on the delivery table! I swore I would never do this again. Then we had a suprise!
When I started throwing up only three weeks after my period I thought there was no way I could be pregnant. I couldn't wait to take a test. Sure enough it was positive and I threatened to kill my husband (I know it takes two but it is much easier to blame it on him ) This brings me to today. I am 6 1/2 weeks pregnant. As I type this I am hooked up to my IV pole counting down the hours until I can take my next dose of Zofran. I hear my little boy playing in the next room with my mom. My doctor is the same one I had for my first pregnancy and when I called him and told him I was sick again he signed me up for the home care that day. I have already lost 12 pounds and can only eat between 2-5 some days. I still am unable to drink anything and they are thinking of changing me from Zofran to something else.
I had my first ultrasound on Friday and everything looks good. It is hard to be excited when I am feeling so miserable. My son doesn't understand why mommy isn't around and why she is always sick. I feel like I am letting him down. My house looks like a bomb exploded and the laundry has piled up beyond belief. My mom helps a lot with my son and my husband has been very understanding, but it doesn't help with the frustration and helplessness.
I guess I have rattled on for long enough, but I just wanted to say that this site has helped me a lot. I wish I had found it the first time around! I tell everyone who doubts what I am going through to look at the site. It has opened many eyes.