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.