Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Hanging in

So "the troops" arrived not a moment too soon last night. My sister got in around 8 PM and is currently occupying B up in the play room for hours while I lie in bed in a nauseated stupor. 

I woke up so sick today - convinced I was going to throw up, several bouts of diarrhea, the whole she-bang. I finally took an old Zofran out of sheer desperation. Did it help? Maybe. I at least choked down some water and toast and a pear. But boy would I be miserable and anxious without the help! Calling her in early was definitely the right thing to do, consequences of her leaving early be damned.

Surprisingly my NST went well yesterday. Blood pressure totally normal (huh?) and no issues with urine test or baby movement - although my two year old baby did manage to tip over his stroller twice. I was very nauseated the whole time and apologized for not being very pleasant to the nurses and asked if they thought it was ok to take the Zofran, which they did. And they were very sweet and understanding. God bless the nurses of the world!

So now we just wait. My next NST/OB appointment is Thurs, if I make it. I don't know how long this intestinal distress will continue but it's really a drag. It's making me so miserable I can't focus on anything positive - during this time when I'd love to get myself amped up for labor, excited about the new baby, and treasure the final moments with my only child, all I can do is think about how awful I feel and wonder if I should try to eat something and wonder when I'm going to feel better (if ever).

At least yesterday I did get a nice moment with B. We got home from the hospital and he had fallen asleep in the car and was super cranky, and I just didn't have the energy to try to force him to eat dinner or rip off his diaper, so I just lay him on the bed and lay down next to him. Parents of boys this age will know that they never lie still - I mean never. So cuddle opportunities like this are almost non-existent these days. So I smoothed his hair and he put his arm around my waist and we just lay there for a long time. That was it - one of the last moments of it being just us. But I'm ok with that. I hope he is, too.


  1. I think that distress is just your body getting ready for labor. It has to be close!

  2. Aww! That sounds so sweet!

    I'm SO glad that everything is okay with you and the baby! I was really worried.

  3. So good to hear that despite you feeling like crap, everything looks good with the baby. I hope the baby comes very soon, or you feel better immediately!

  4. What a sweet, special moment. So sorry these last days you are so sick. Hoping for some relief for you.

  5. Oh, I love that moment with B! You'll treasure that. :)

    I hope you're feeling better soon. And you will, as soon as the baby's here, if not sooner. Maybe you picked up a bug of some sort??

    Keep on keepin' on...

  6. So glad you have help and really glad to hear about your special moment with B. Hang in there. You may feel like crap, but you're doing an amazing job of taking care of yourself and both your little ones. :)