I’ve always been someone who kind of made fun of the women who bitch and moan about morning sickness. I had maybe 10 episodes of nausea during my pregnancy with K and never once threw up so I thought the women who gripe about how terrible their pregnancies went were pansies. Just put your big girl panties on, take some pepto, and move on. Gah
At this time, however, I would like to retract those thoughts and offer my sincere apology to all the women I judged. I couldn’t have been more clueless.
Here I am in my 10th week of pregnancy, fresh out of the hospital for malnutrition and dehydration and with a zofran pump as my new constant companion. For those who are unfamiliar, as I previously was, it’s a pump with a small tube and catheter similar to an IV but inserted into fatty tissue to deliver a constant stream of anti-nausea meds. The catheter is in my belly and the pump is in a small, über fashionable (yeah right) black fanny pack that goes *everywhere* I go.
At this point, I should also apologize to my mother for mocking her mercilessly for actually wearing a fanny pack from time to time. (But seriously, they’re not cute.)
Anyway, I tried prescription pills and Seabands and gingerale and “Mommy’s Bliss” from Whole Foods but nothing worked. I was miserable and generally unhealthy after my 3.5 weeks of vomiting 10x a day. So now I’m tethered to a fanny pack.
I just had my first visit from the home care nurse- yeah, the same ones that visit really old people- so that she could change my catheter site, which has to be done every 3 days. By the end of this I’m going to look like a human pin cushion.
I’m sure this is my penance for being so judgemental. Well played, God. Point taken. Mom, I’m gonna cut you some slack on the fanny pack issue. Now, about those elastic waist pants…
A work in progress,