Stop Getting My Kid Sick / My Unplanned Hospital Visit

I don’t even want to write about this experience because it was such a terrible one to endure, but if it will help someone out by reading it, then it will have been worth it.

I always thought dehydration was a joke.  I was always getting sick with my first pregnancy, keeping very little food down.  Water even made me nauseous.  I always asked my doctor if I could get too dehydrated and at what point should I be worried.  She didn’t seem super concerned and told me if I could not keep ANY food or drink down within an 8 hour period to call her office.  I never really got to that point, because eventually, I would have a Taco Bell craving or fountain Pepsi craving and would be able to keep all of that down, shockingly.

The difference this time was that the dehydration that came on was not pregnancy/ morning sickness related.  It was caused by some nasty stomach bug – probably the fancy norovirus that has been in the headlines so often as of late.  Here is a nice article explaining the virus if you are not aware of just how nasty it can be:  Norovirus

Anyhow, this was easily the worst stomach bug I have ever had in my life.  And having it while 8 months pregnant…multiply it by 10.

My daughter had thrown up twice the Sunday before, but nothing else.  She was fine by Tuesday.  Her little buddies at the babysitter’s house were the ones who got her sick.  I later found out that the parents were sending their kids if they had puked that morning, thinking or hoping it was “just a fluke” or the food that was bothering them.  Not the case, assholes.  The problem is, many of the parents are teachers, so their time off is limited.  I understand it is not super convenient to take a day off at the last minute and have to find a substitute, etc.  And I understand that you probably don’t get as much time off as someone with a non-teaching job.

Unfortunately, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK.  Like I had said before, my daughter threw up twice on Sunday night.  No WAY was I about to send her to the babysitter’s on Monday “hoping” that her symptoms would magically disappear.  She had no other symptoms.  No diarrhea.  But, in my mind, I make the decision to do what I hope other parents would do in the same situation.  So I keep her home one more day to ensure that she’s not going to infect other kids.  My work is still piling up.  And I’m using sick time that I was trying to save for after baby #2 was born so that I can get paid for as much as possible since my job does not offer paid maternity leave.  Doesn’t always work out though, and you have to just go with it and put your kids’ best interests before your own.

So, I’m at work on Tuesday and feeling fine.  Around 11 a.m., I get a sudden rush of nausea and have to run to the bathroom to puke.  Almost didn’t make it.  At this point, I’m trying to figure out if this is morning sickness related, or if I have caught the infamous bug.   Not even 20 minutes later, I was running for the bathroom again to puke.  Yep, definitely not pregnancy related.  I headed out of work immediately leaving a trail of antibacterial sanitizer in hopes of not getting anyone else sick.  Called the babysitter and told her I would be dropping off the carseat and that Mike would be picking Kenzie up after work instead of me.  I have no idea how I made it the whole 30 minute drive without having to pull over and vomit out the window, but I did!  I tried taking the smallest sips of Gatorade, just to keep myself a little hydrated.  But as soon as I walked in the door, I was throwing up again.  There was nothing left in my stomach to throw up.  At this point, I was getting a little worried.  I thought if I tried to lay down, that would help.   NOPE.  Three more times, dry heaving and throwing up straight bile.  That is when I decided to call my doctor.

Doctor is on vacation this week.  WELL OF COURSE SHE IS!  Luckily the nurses were still there taking calls.  She told me if I started cramping or feeling contractions or thought I was dehydrated, to go directly to the hospital since I was so far along.  Well, how do I make that call?  I didn’t want to be the girl who cried wolf and didn’t really need to be admitted for something as lame as dehydration.  I puked twice more after that.  Called my mother-in-law, who works five minutes from our house to come pick me up to take me to the hospital.  I felt like such a loser.

As it turns out, it was the best decision I’ve made in awhile, probably.  I was severely dehydrated AND having contractions.  I couldn’t even feel the contractions, but they were occurring, and definitely due to the dehydration.  Had I waited, I likely would have gone into full fledged pre-term labor at 32 weeks.  The baby’s heart rate was all over the place, so they kept me overnight.  It took five IV bags of fluids to rehydrate me.  They also gave me zofran for the nausea, but that didn’t do much for me.  They also put me on Tamiflu, just as a precaution.  I didn’t get any real sleep until about 5 a.m. the next morning.  I had such bad heartburn when I would try to lay down (from what – there was nothing left in my system!), that I would toss and turn.  Between that and the baby monitor moving around so much, the nurses were constantly in there readjusting me and taking blood.  I was finally able to keep some broth down at 4 a.m. after a failed attempt at orange Jello (I will never eat Jello again now) – and let me tell you, broth NEVER tasted so good!

I got to go home the next evening.  I was so excited to go home and sleep in my own bed, without any monitors attached to me.  I was told I could not return to work until Monday of the next week (I got home that Wednesday – yayyyy, more sick time wasted and baby #2 isn’t even here yet).  Even though I was home, I was still so sick up until that next Tuesday.  Easily the worst I have ever felt in my life.  I would have almost preferred to stay in the hospital had I known how weak and useless I would be at home with my toddler.  Thank God for my husband, who still took Kenzie to the babysitter’s so that I could rest for the days he had to work, and continued to take care of her when they got home, even though he wasn’t feeling his best.

I will be 35 weeks this Sunday, and I am so happy that baby is still safe and growing.  Moral of the story:  Dehydration is no joke when you are in your third trimester.  You do what you need to do to make sure baby stays put as long as possible.  Fingers crossed that babe will stay put for at least another two weeks.  Can’t wait to meet the newest addition, and I can’t wait to see how Kenzie reacts when she realizes this kid will be with us for the long haul.

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24 weeks, 1 day – Bébé is Size of an Eggplant – and some notes on maternity leave…

So, our dog has an eggplant stuffed toy.  I know, it’s weird.  But it came from his monthly subscription to BarkBox, and he loves it.  By the way, if you have a puppy, definitely try out BarkBox – even if only for one month!  Your pup gets his/ or her own box, depending on their size, and the toys and treats usually have a theme.  So cute.  If you order a plan before January 31, use the promo code OMEGASAMIGOS for 10% off your BarkBox AND a $10 credit to The BarkBox Shop (you can buy the things your pup gets in the box if they really love it!).

So now, all I can picture is our dog carrying around our baby in his mouth, like he does his eggplant toy.  Nice, right?

This past week has been a good one.  No sickness!  YEAH!   Hoping I didn’t just jinx it.  That is usually what happens.

What I’ve gathered from friends and blogs, is that women are susceptible to becoming very emotional while pregnant.  Hormones are crazy, and the outcome seems to be disastrous for everyone involved.    Mostly what I hear, though, is that these women are mostly triggered by something that then makes them cry.  Whether it be a commercial, a song, or a smell.  And then they just start randomly crying.    It is pretty much the opposite for me, and I’m worried it is probably not normal.  I get angry at EVERYTHING now.  I hate EVERYONE (not really, but people really test my patience these days).  We were watching How I Met Your Mother the other day, and I just couldn’t believe the hatred that I had suddenly formed for Ted and Robin.  Hate hate hate.  My husband thinks I’m a loon for sure.  I get annoyed by pretty much anything.  It’s like PMS times 100.  No tears, though.

Italian ice seems to help though.  I had a really rough day dealing with your everyday family drama (thank god I married into a normal family), and I thought I was going to explode when I got home.  Instead of erupting on Mike, he suggested that I stop for some Italian ice on my way home.  It’s my new craving/ addiction.  So I did.  Not only did I get banana Italian ice (AMAZING – it tastes like banana runts!), but I also got a salted chocolate pretzel ice cream, a chocolate coconut cupcake, and my staple – nachos and extra jalapenos.   So I just eat my emotions now when I’m feeling angry now.  But look out if there isn’t any good food around.  That’s healthy, right?

Random Symptoms:   My belly itches like I have chicken pox.  I know it is because my skin is stretching, so I have invested in sweet almond oil, per a few recommendations.  It’s supposed to be good for preventing stretch marks.  I am all about that, so I am on board.

Fat Things:  I know – so many girls take super cute photos every week to show progress with a cute little chalkboard to note all of the fun things about pregnancy.  I always forget, and when I do remember, I usually look like crap.  But at least I’m not being fake!  I’m not going to dress up to take a photo and pretend like pregnancy is the best thing since sliced bread.  So this is what you get 🙂   Take it or leave it   🙂

24 weeks

Cute Things:   We were going through our DVR recordings and I noticed that Frozen was recorded and looked at Mike, because I certainly had not taped it (the song makes me want to pull out my hair).  Mike said, “I taped it for our daughter”….that was the one time I almost cried, but I laughed instead because of the way he said it.  Super cute.  He’s thinking about our daughter already.  Love love love.   Oh yes, WE ARE HAVING A GIRL!   🙂   I think I have told pretty much all the family, so I can gush about her on here now.  Totally knew it was a girl the whole time.  Glad I was right!

Maternity Leave:  I love that we have certain freedoms in the United States that other countries do not benefit from.  But I fucking hate how maternity leave is viewed and dealt with by employers and even men in general.  So many other countries offer months of paid maternity leave, to both mother AND father.  Here, not so much.   You would think for government entities, that the maternity leave would be one of the better plans and that SOMETHING would be paid for.  NOPE.  I’m allowed to take the full 12 weeks per FMLA standards, but if I want to get paid for it, I will have to use my vacation time, sick time, and comp time until it runs out.  For any days after that, I would be getting paid nothing.   I’m not going to keep ranting about it, I am just going to leave you with what an official told me during my pre-maternity leave meeting:

“Don’t worry, everyone loves you here.  You do a great job.  You’re not going anywhere.”

I told my husband this, and he thought it was a nice compliment.  Of course he would.

Does anyone else see how that could be viewed as borderline questionable?  He’s basically saying, “Don’t worry, we aren’t going to get rid of you just because you decided to start a family.”   What the fuck?

I am not the one who needs reassurance.  He should need reassurance that I even plan to come back to this circus after my twelve weeks.