In honor of Jude’s birth week, I did my best to recall our pregnancy and his entrance into this world.
As someone who has had kidney stones before, when I had to lay down at my niece’s birthday party due to stomach pain, I knew exactly what was happening. (You can call me Doctor PreviousExperience.) Soon after we got home from the party, I took some medication and went to bed. A few days later, I had this pain once again and woke my husband up in the middle of the night to take me to the hospital.
On this cold February night, we arrived in the emergency room and got checked in. Before they would give me anything for my kidney stone pain, they said they needed to run a few tests. Once the results came back, the doctor told us he had good news and bad news. The bad news was he couldn’t give me anything for the pain I was having. The good news was that we were pregnant! He asked me to follow up with my primary doctor and sent me on my way.
After a few weeks of sharp stomach pain and many ultrasounds to ensure that the baby was in the correct place, I woke up one morning and no longer had pain! I began working out again and could do more than go to work and sleep.
Well that didn’t last long.
About a week after the pain stopped, the nausea began. Correction: the days of projectile vomiting EVERYWHERE began. I was working in a hospital at that time and I spent many lunch breaks counting the tiles in the bathroom while lying on the floor. You know you are not feeling well when all that you want to do is lay on the cold hospital bathroom floor. Yuck.
Saltine crackers. Ginger drops. Motion-sickness bands. Zofran. Phenergan. Advice from people that have never been pregnant before. Reglan. IV fluids. Cold packs. Teas. You name it, I tried it. Being pregnant was so hard but at the same time, I didn’t want to complain because there are so many people that would do anything to carry a baby of their own.
When most people become pregnant, they tell close family and friends. The first person I had to tell was the trainer at my gym because I had to cancel workouts due to my vomiting. The second person I told was our neighbor that does dog boarding. He was puzzled as to why I had not yet potty trained our new puppy. I finally had to tell him that I couldn’t handle the smells associated with potty training because I was pregnant. (Disclaimer: My dog DID get potty trained after I was 20 weeks pregnant) My husband, the dog trainer, and gym employee did a great job of keeping our secret until I was 13 weeks along.