I posted within the past couple days about how hyperemesis was back. Well yesterday it got bad. I couldn't keep any fluid, meds, or food down. So, last night at about 10:30, I called the doctor on call and she told me to go in to the hospital family birth center again for meds and fluids. When I got there, the nurse really didn't have a clue what she was doing. She took 20 minutes unwrapping the IV fluid and hanging it and charting that I was about to receive it. THEN came the worst part. A real nightmare for me. I am terrified of needles. I am always afraid they'll pop a vein, and that's essentially what happened.
She searched both arms for a good 15 minutes. Finally she settled on my hand. I was very dehydrated but it was very easy to see the veins in my hands. She put in the needle which hurt really bad this time. My husband was holding my hand, trying to distract me from my fear. I had my eyes shut tight and was trying to breathe calmly. But it hurt, bad. I kind of started to panic a little because I knew and could feel her digging in the vein. All of a sudden I hear "oh no, crap. Well, I blew the vein." I felt dizzy and couldn't understand what she was saying. Then she says "I'm so sorry honey, all that for nothing." Which I understood meant I had to get poked again. I prayed for sstrength and patience because this was exactly why I am afraid of needles. I was living my nightmare when it comes to that fear. Somehow I kept my calm and as she kept apologizing I found myself saying "it's okay, accidents happen." and "It's all okay." I think I was saying it both to her and to myself.
So she brought in another nurse, Molly I think her name is. She's been my nurse before and still remembers me :) Because the vein blew in my right hand, it became entirely unusable for an IV. Molly admitted that I was very dehydrated and it was going to hurt again pretty bad, but she would make it quick and take care of me. While she prepped, my husband went into their little snack room and brought me my favorite ice and vanilla ice cream. I love that man. I was feeling very faint and dizzy and was having a hard time breathing, so he fed me some ice water and a couple small bites of ice cream. He continued to make jokes which actually helped a lot :)
Molly did get the IV in without blowing the vein but she had to take her time because my veins were small. It did hurt a lot, but I am very grateful they got it. I am so grateful my sweet husband was there. I didn't cry, but I was about to pass out and I was really afraid. He was so helpful and stayed the whole night with me.
I was discharged around 6:30 AM I think. I didn't get any sleep because I was throwing up a lot all night. My husband got a little sleep, but was up until 1 with me while the IV drama ensued and wrapped up. My poor guy had to leave for school half an hour after I was discharged. And as I write this, he's napping on the bed.
I did sleep some this morning and when I woke up I felt great. I started eating saltines, but after 6 I felt sick again. So I've pretty much been sleeping, eating, sleeping, drinking water with meds, and sleeping all day long.
I am so incredibly grateful for Corry. I've said it before, and I'll say it again. He is superman. A wonderful guy.
And that's how we rang in 17 weeks haha. As of today I am 17 weeks along. Almost halfway through pregnancy (crazy) and 14 more days, or two weeks until we find out the gender of our little love.
Life is good. Sometimes facing fears is hard, but I got through it with the Lord and with my sweet eternal companion.
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