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April 15, 2007, 7:15 pm PDT
 Quote From: orestia I'm almost scared to watch this show. I was also diagnosed with HG shortly after Christmas of 2005 and it was at this time that I found out I was pregnant with twins. My doctor was amazing. I showed up at his office, with my husband practically carrying me, and within a few hours I was on home IV health care. For months, a nurse would come change my dressings and help me adjust my Zofran pump. I think the only thing I really "drank" during the first couple of months was Lactated Ringers from my IV. During the worst of it, my husband would help me sponge bathe. I was too weak to take a shower, and couldn't take a tub bath due to the IV lines. I couldn't brush my teeth everyday, as that would start the vomiting again. (My teeth are now stained from the bile eating away at the enamel). I also had to invest in "adult undergarments" since I would lose bladder control from the pressure and spasms of wretching. At my worst, I alternated between: wishing I had never gotten pregnant, pleading with God for the misery to end, begging my husband to kill me and desperately trying to keep down frozen carrot slices so that my babies could get SOMETHING. I was about 110 lbs. when I became pregnant and at my HG peak, weighed 90. By the end of my pregnancy, I was up to a whopping 127. HG sucks all of the joy out of pregnancy. There were many occassions when I was CONVINCED that the babies were trying to kill me. I would lay on the sofa, stare at my belly and wait to die. What I find horrifying, is that my case of HG is probably not even one of the really bad ones. Bad, yes... but by the middle of my second trimester I was off all medications and able to eat (albeit a limited menu). There are so many women out there who go through this condition throughout the entire pregnancy. Some are even so severe that they must terminate the pregnancy in order to live. I want to watch this show, to see what Ms. Quets has to say. I'm also scared to watch it because I have a feeling that I'll be sobbing the whole show, remembering how horrible it all was, and knowing that if not for the support of my husband, family, and doctor, I could easily be where she is now. Oh sister,
I am with you! I felt the same way. Resentment still follows me sometimes when I look at my little one. How could I have wanted to end this? How could I have thought you were the cause? I know I know. I cried through the whole show. I felt validated. I was the ONLY one in my doctors office on a PICC line. I was the only one who was throwing up like this right? When I saw the girl with the pink bucket I was jumping up and down. I still have my pink bucket. I think I'll keep it as a badge of courage. Love ya, Brigette |
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April 22, 2007, 6:56 pm PDT
Quote From: orestia I'm almost scared to watch this show. I was also diagnosed with HG shortly after Christmas of 2005 and it was at this time that I found out I was pregnant with twins. My doctor was amazing. I showed up at his office, with my husband practically carrying me, and within a few hours I was on home IV health care. For months, a nurse would come change my dressings and help me adjust my Zofran pump. I think the only thing I really "drank" during the first couple of months was Lactated Ringers from my IV. During the worst of it, my husband would help me sponge bathe. I was too weak to take a shower, and couldn't take a tub bath due to the IV lines. I couldn't brush my teeth everyday, as that would start the vomiting again. (My teeth are now stained from the bile eating away at the enamel). I also had to invest in "adult undergarments" since I would lose bladder control from the pressure and spasms of wretching. At my worst, I alternated between: wishing I had never gotten pregnant, pleading with God for the misery to end, begging my husband to kill me and desperately trying to keep down frozen carrot slices so that my babies could get SOMETHING. I was about 110 lbs. when I became pregnant and at my HG peak, weighed 90. By the end of my pregnancy, I was up to a whopping 127. HG sucks all of the joy out of pregnancy. There were many occassions when I was CONVINCED that the babies were trying to kill me. I would lay on the sofa, stare at my belly and wait to die. What I find horrifying, is that my case of HG is probably not even one of the really bad ones. Bad, yes... but by the middle of my second trimester I was off all medications and able to eat (albeit a limited menu). There are so many women out there who go through this condition throughout the entire pregnancy. Some are even so severe that they must terminate the pregnancy in order to live. I want to watch this show, to see what Ms. Quets has to say. I'm also scared to watch it because I have a feeling that I'll be sobbing the whole show, remembering how horrible it all was, and knowing that if not for the support of my husband, family, and doctor, I could easily be where she is now. My husband also had to "carry" me to the doctor's office!!I couldn't brush my teeth either---no way!! I use to hold a lemon to my nose and spit up saliva all day long!!! |
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June 17, 2007, 5:25 pm PDT
Quote From: orestia I'm almost scared to watch this show. I was also diagnosed with HG shortly after Christmas of 2005 and it was at this time that I found out I was pregnant with twins. My doctor was amazing. I showed up at his office, with my husband practically carrying me, and within a few hours I was on home IV health care. For months, a nurse would come change my dressings and help me adjust my Zofran pump. I think the only thing I really "drank" during the first couple of months was Lactated Ringers from my IV. During the worst of it, my husband would help me sponge bathe. I was too weak to take a shower, and couldn't take a tub bath due to the IV lines. I couldn't brush my teeth everyday, as that would start the vomiting again. (My teeth are now stained from the bile eating away at the enamel). I also had to invest in "adult undergarments" since I would lose bladder control from the pressure and spasms of wretching. At my worst, I alternated between: wishing I had never gotten pregnant, pleading with God for the misery to end, begging my husband to kill me and desperately trying to keep down frozen carrot slices so that my babies could get SOMETHING. I was about 110 lbs. when I became pregnant and at my HG peak, weighed 90. By the end of my pregnancy, I was up to a whopping 127. HG sucks all of the joy out of pregnancy. There were many occassions when I was CONVINCED that the babies were trying to kill me. I would lay on the sofa, stare at my belly and wait to die. What I find horrifying, is that my case of HG is probably not even one of the really bad ones. Bad, yes... but by the middle of my second trimester I was off all medications and able to eat (albeit a limited menu). There are so many women out there who go through this condition throughout the entire pregnancy. Some are even so severe that they must terminate the pregnancy in order to live. I want to watch this show, to see what Ms. Quets has to say. I'm also scared to watch it because I have a feeling that I'll be sobbing the whole show, remembering how horrible it all was, and knowing that if not for the support of my husband, family, and doctor, I could easily be where she is now. I missed the show, but a friend told me about it. At the time, I was home on the couch suffering from HG myself. You are right in that HG truly takes the joy out of pregnancy. I wanted a child more than anything, and was so excited when I found out I was pregnant. However, within a week of having the pregnancy confirmed at the doctor's office, the vomiting had already started. I would barely make it to work; and then sit at my desk with my head hanging over the trashcan all day. Nobody knew of HG yet, and told me this was normal morning sickness. I couldn't even imagine how women functioned with this while I could barely hold my head up. Finally, I was diagnosed with HG and put on disability leave. I usually say that with HG, my world as I knew it stopped. The disease took over my whole life, and I could no longer function as before. I moved to the couch because it was lower than the bed, and easier to roll over and use the trashcan than to get up. I lost about 20 pounds. I was too weak to stand and take a shower, and could not take a bath with IV lines and the Zofran pump attached. At times, my husband literally rolled me in a chair down the hall just to use the bathroom. When I did get up, I would become extremely nauseated and nearly black out. I ended up in the ER twice for dehydration, and eventually a home health agency came and hooked me up to IV fluids and a continuous Zofran pump in my leg. I cried all the time, and was extremely angry with the circumstances. I did not know how much longer I could go on this way.
Luckily, after about the sixth month, the nausea began to subside and I slowly begain to start eating again, and putting on some weight. I'm now 7 1/2 months pregnant, and can pretty much eat whatever I want, but the nausea is still there. I still take Zofran several times a week to help with that. I feel so fortunate that I am getting my life back. I can finally leave the house, run errands, and eat out. However, I tire easily and battle the nausea often. But I am so thankful to be better. I completely feel for those women who must suffer through this for the entire nine months, as well as to a much worse degree than I did. It is a nightmare for anyone to have to endure for any length of time. |
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