Lesson Learned

So, the past 2 days have been hell.

It all started on Friday. I woke up with a headache, but my dear friend Tylenol was kind enough to help with that. After lunch, my arch enemy Morning (ha ha) Sickness arrived and I spent the afternoon teetering on the edge of not wanting to puke and begging God to just let me puke and get it over with. Guess God won that debate.

Sadly, due to not feeling well, I had not forced myself to drink nearly enough water (or anything else for that matter) and once the vomiting started, dehydration quickly followed. Like an idiot (or just someone with too much of a work ethic to call out an hour before I need to be at work), I headed out the door. Needing to stop on the way to puke yet again. Awesome! By the time I got to work, Gatorade and Ginger Ale in hand, I realized I probably should have been at the hospital.

I was weak, dizzy, had chills and was struggling to keep even a sip of liquid down. By some blessing, I discovered that laying flat on my back made me not want to die, so that is what I did, as much as possible. Even that couldn't save me and I still found myself retching a few more times before I made it home.

Luckily, I have an awesome husband who took care of Mini Me so that I could take a nap. Sadly, I still wasn't able to keep much down, although hubby did keep forcing me to drink and even try to eat. By the time I left for work Saturday night, I was feeling slightly better, but still a bit lightheaded.

After a bit of sleep and a bottle of Gatorade, I felt almost human again. This morning when I got home, I had some soup and that made a dramatic difference. I am now feeling about 85%. I will try to eat again and see how it goes.

While I'm starting to feel better, inside I feel worse. I am so worried that I have hurt little Mini Me Jr. between the dehydration and the lack of food for almost 48 hours. I will probably call my midwives tomorrow for reassurance that I am doing everything I can to get healthy again and get back on the road to gaining weight and growing a healthy baby.

I weighed myself this morning and I have lost yet another 2.5 pounds. Were I not pregnant, I'd be very happy about this. But, weight loss is a scary thing when you have another human being growing inside you.

So, lesson learned. No matter how crappy I feel, I must drink. I am absolutely convinced that had I been drinking, I would not have ended up sick for 2 days. This little incident seems to not be a stomach bug (hubby and Mini Me are not sick), nor something I ate (as Mini Me and I have been eating the same things). The only explanation is morning sickness leading to dehydration. AKA: my own damn fault.