*I am not a doctor. Obviously. But I am someone who has seen the other side of this beast, and just had to share, on the off chance it accidently cures someone else.
While I alluded to my struggle with HG in this post, I never followed up, or mentioned it again. I meant to, I really did, especially to share how bad it got, then how suddenly it turned around.
So where to start...
HG is a horrid condition. It generally gets worse with each pregnancy. That was so true for me.
Pregnancy with Joy? Perfect. Textbook. No sickness. It was a dream.
Pregnancy with Halley? Normal first trimester nausea, trailing a bit into the second trimester. But I was working full time, and it didn't lay me out.
Pregnancy with Lucy? Brutal. So bad. Ended up in the hospital due to deydration and inabilty to keep anything down. Met Zofran the wonder drug. Wanted to kiss the manufacturer of it on the mouth.
Pregnancy with Janey? Zofran was now available in a generic form and I took full advantage and started taking it very early on. The HG was very much managable and under control.
Pregnancy with Shane? DISASTER. The most difficult by far. Zofran stopped working completely for me around week eleven. Nothing worked. I was laid out on the couch nearest to the bathroom all day and night. Every day and night. I worried that I was traumatizing my kids. I worried that I would never get that time back that I was missing from their lives. I worried that it would never get better. I worried that I would not survive the duration of the pregnancy.
The house, my emotions, my body, my strength, my life, was a mess.
I cried constantly. My kids tried to comfort me. My husband took over everything on top of the billion things he already does for us.
Days dragged on. I came close to a full emotional and physical breakdown.
Then at a routine OB visit, my doctor measured our baby, as he always did. He was always measuring a bit big, which was different that my pregnancies with the girls. They always measured small. For a while it did not raise any concerns.
But at this visit, Shane was measuring three weeks bigger than his gestational age. My doctor went from not concerned to quite concerned. Although I passed my gestational diabetes screening well within normal limits, it was like my body was reacting as if I had gestational diabetes.
I was put on a strict no sugar, or white flour diet.
Just like that in one visit, the only few things that I was even able to eat were suddenly off limits.
Goodbye morning bagel.
Goodbye lunchtime pizza.
Goodbye dinnertime pasta.
Goodbye late night bowl of chocolate malted crunch ice cream.
You see, those were my comfort, my crutch. Easy down, easy up, if you know what I mean.
Plus, I was a vegetarian for ten years and I pretty much do not love meat. In fact I really hate meat when I am pregnant.
I cried my eyeballs out like I had never cried before. Then I cried more.
But ever the rule follower, I obeyed.
It was awful.
This was the very first day of no sugar or white flour. Also the very first day in months that I was able to pull myself together and get out of the house.
But this picture marks a turning point.
That night I got a glimmer of what normal life felt like.
I kept my dinner down.
I was a bit more present with my family.
Each day after that got better.
I slowly rejoined the human race.
I hated it, don't get me wrong. I complained. I pouted. I dreamt of bagels and ice cream.
I occasionaly cheated. But within twenty minutes, that bagel or bowl of ice cream made it's prescence violently known.
What did my meals look like?
Thankfully it was summer, so fresh fruit was affordable, and I ate it by the bushel. Add in smoothies, eggs, almonds, good cheese, chicken soft tacos with corn tortillas, repeat, repeat, repeat. Over and over again. Not my favorite, but worth it.
The crazy thing is, my doctor had no explanation as to why the HG suddenly disappeared.
I might be the only one in the world that had diet and HG intertwined. Or I may not be. What it did, was regulate Shane's growth, and return my children their mother.
I just wish that I had stumbled upon the accidental cure three babies ago.
If you are in the midst of HG, perhaps consider trying this awful, wonderful, maybe cure.
It can't get worse...
This difficult season will end. Somehow you will survive. You will meet and hold your sweet baby. Then have a lifetime of bagels and ice cream to look forward to.