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We’re thinking about trying again. In spite of the suffering hyperemesis gravidarum– or, extreme morning sickness– caused. In spite of the long-term disability. In spite of the medical bills.

Of course, few understand. My friends and family throw out phrases like “you never know, maybe this time you won’t be sick at all!” Yet, all the studies I’ve read indicate that I have a high likelihood of contracting one of the most debilitating and miserable condition known to pregant women: hyperemeis gravidarum.

Even writing about this makes me sick to my stomach. My ob said she cannot guarentee I won’t get sick again. So why? Why would anyone think about subjecting their body and mind to months of endless nausea, vomitting, er visits, and medicinal cocktails that seldom offer any relief?

The answer is simple: love. I love my son. And I’d love to have another child. My husband feels the same way. And I will not let nine months of misery stop me from having another child.

Albert Einstein said that “One cannot simultaneously prevent and prepare for war.” He’s right. I’m trying to focus my mind away from the dream that I won’t get sick and toward the best way I can prepare for that eventuality. Getting in shape, eating nutrient-rich foods… and learning more about drugs. My ob is optimistic that Diclegis may help. I’m doubtful that this mixture of Unisom and Vitamin B6 will work, yet its status as a class A drug motivates me to try. Last time, I was a Zofran junkie with a medicine pump that did nothing to alleviate the vomitting but did cause big red blisters and irritate my skin. I blew most IVs and often threw up water. Phenergan provided a little relief, but mostly made me sleep. I’ve read all about the studies of Dr. Guttuso at the University of Buffalo but am not tempted to risk the life of my future little one on a class C drug. not yet approved by the FDA for use in pregnant women.

So what’s a girl to do?

Here’s my plan: prepare as best I can (I’m sure I’ll write a new post about that later), dig my heels in, and fight through every moan, heave, and vomit session. I’m preparing for battle, dear sisters in suffering, and am going to use every weapon in my arsenal. I’m gathering my troops (family, co-workers, friends, doctors, internet pals), I’m conditioning my body, I’m preparing my mind. And when the HG comes, I’ll be ready.

Has anyone experienced HG in a subsequent pregancy? What did you do to prepare? Help others by posting a comment below.

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Vrouwelijke bokskampioen / Female boxing champion

Vrouwelijke bokskampioen / Female boxing champion (Photo credit: Nationaal Archief)

It’s rough. You are so nauseous. You can’t imagine life without the sick feeling that clings to you like plastic wrap. The house is a mess. The kids don’t have your attention. Your husband is overworked. Thanks to the zofran,

which you can’t really afford, you’re more constipated than you ever thought imaginable. It’s incredibly tempting to give up, to let the desperation overwhelm you. But you need to hold on.

You need to be there, in the moment, feeling the sick and fighting the despair. Because while this moment feels like it will last an eternity, it will pass. And what you do in this moment will define you in ways that impact your future. Someday you’ll face another moment, perhaps even more difficult than this one. If you don’t give up, if you keep on fighting, you will build strength. And that strength will become a reserve upon which you can draw in the future.

So hold on, my brave hg mamas.

When I’m depressed, I often recall the chorus of the song Hold On, by Good Charlotte:

Hold on, when you feel like letting go
Hold on, it gets better than you know

While these lyrics are not about hg, they do relate. The joy of having a child is much better than I ever could have known. When I was expecting, there were days when the sickness was so bad that I did give up and allowed despair and fear to overwhelm me. I don’t want that for you. Giving up never made me feel better, and it did nothing to strengthen my character.But on the days when I was able to fight, I deposited strength that I’m now able to draw from on a daily basis. Strength I need to help me keep moving, to keep pressing on.

So today, just for this moment, hold on, dear friends. It gets better than you know.

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Happy (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Dark days: we’ve all had them. How can you not have them when you’re feeling like you are literally dying? I’m not even close to being a medical professional, but even a dunderhead like me knows that when your body isn’t getting the nutrients it needs to function it’s easy to get depressed.

By the fourth month of my pregnancy I needed help climbing out of the massive pit hg had thrown me into. I sought counseling and, eventually, medication. Looking back, I see that those choices helped me and my unborn child. At the time, it was incredibly difficult for me to seek help. In addition to feeling like I was starving to death, I was terribly scared. I had never been this sick before. Would my baby survive? Would I survive? I was already on Zofran and Phenergan, two medications that have unfortunate side effects.

My question to you is this: How are you doing…really? Are you struggling right now? Does the darkness of your thoughts scare you? If the answer to any of these questions is yes, then consider seeking help. When I was expecting, all I could focus on was how terrible I felt. Pregnancy was way different than what I had expected. Where was the bond I was supposed to feel with the life growing within me? Would it develop after the baby was born? What if it didn’t? My counselor helped me see that these thoughts were normal for someone in my position, and I want you to know that what you’re feeling is probably normal, too.

I included this picture of a happy baby to remind you what you’re fighting for. The fight is not just to stay hydrated, push down another pill or keep eating. As the preacher Joyce Meyer says, it’s a Battlefield of the Mind, and you are a soldier. Do what you need to do to equip yourself with the tools needed to win the war. If that means medication and/or counseling, then do it. You’re in a battle. Gear up.

P.S. Feel like sharing? Let others know they’re not alone by posting a comment below.