I woke up EXTRA nauseated and sick. I went to the clinic for
another check-up, and while I was there, I must have vomited ten times.
My dr. sent me to the hospital straight away to get fluid and a few other tests
done. I was hesitant, but he was insistent.
I was admitted and then, of course,
the OB/ED tried to give me an IV for fluid, but of course
NO ONE could find access.
They were about to call the infusion high-risk team, but at that
point, I had been tortured enough
(I was pretty dramatic. But to be fair, about five nurses tried,
and it felt like I was getting stabbed over and over again.)
I just asked for a shot in the bum and got out of there.
I couldn't keep anything down, but the shot kicked in later that evening,
and I was able to get some sleep.
It was such a bummer because it was Lottie's holiday dance tonight,
and I wasn't there to see her off, take photos with her friends,
and help her get ready.
My girls are never going to want to have children after watching
me with this pregnancy.
I sure make it look amazing. (NOT).
Christian and I are used to hospitals and drama.
Both things we dread and avoid at all costs.
As long as we're together, though, we're good.
