So we headed to Oklahoma as I began the vomiting and all day nausea portion of my pregnancy. From about the five or six week period I felt pretty miserable. I wasn't sure if it was worse than with Zane or if I just had to actually function as human being this time, what with having a two year old to keep up with. I wasn't going to see a doctor until 8 weeks so was trying to just muddle through with the nausea until that point when I could get some drugs. I didn't ever take anything with Zane, but again I pretty much sleep or laid around on my days off so probably not needed.
The first part of our Oklahoma trip was great. I told a few more people the exciting news, met our newest nephew Everett, Zane and the kids had fun in the crazy hot weather. Normal fourth of July stuff. On the day we were suppose to leave I was sicker than before. Throwing up, couldn't keep food down, ect. but chalked it up to being pregnant and decided we would fly home anyway. I am a big girl and I am sure could figure out how to throw up in the motion sickness bag if need be.
Able took us to the airport where when we arrived Zane requested eggs. We were there early and our plan was slightly delayed and by about thirty minutes into our wait Zane was rubbing his belly and crying, refusing to eat the eggs that we had somehow found at 3pm. That is as much of a sign that a two year old is about to vomit as you are going to get, but we were committed to getting home. Right up until the point where I was on the phone with mom and saw Zach, running through the OKC airport, with Zane, as he was throwing up everywhere. It was as terrible as you are picturing.
So we changed our flights, got our suitcases, and headed to Able's apartment to wait out what as obviously a stomach bug at this point. I couldn't keep anything down, hadn't drank or ate all day, and Zane and I both were throwing up. Able remained unbelievably calm as we took over his little apartment, and bed, with a sick two year old and pregnant lady. Zach called my OB and asked what we should do, meaning what could I take to stop vomiting, and she told him to take me to the ER. I, being a medical profession and thus never following other medical professionals advice, determined I was fine and didn't want to go to the ER. I drank a tiny glass of water, took a Benadryl and went to sleep.
I woke up at 4AM to get ready for our 7AM flight and was sure I was having a miscarriage. I was peeing blood and was sure I was loosing the baby due to my pure stubbornness and laziness. So we changed our flights again and headed to the ER, in OKC. Luckily there was no one in the ER at 4:30am and we were quickly seen. They ran a battery of tests, pumped me full of fluids and Zofran, then did an ultrasound to make sure baby was alright. Little peanut was fine and we got to see his/her heart beating at a mere six weeks old. I had a raging bladder infection and UTI and we were sent on our way with antibiotics, Zofran, and Phenergan.
Seeing the baby's heart beat came with a bundle of mixed emotions. Obviously, first of all great relief that the baby was fine and we were still pregnant. But that was quickly followed by the thoughts that by the time I even found out that I was pregnant with Zane I was six weeks pregnant and his heart, with all it's flaws that we would later find out about, were already formed and beating. The rush of all the emotions that are wrapped up in thinking about Zane's tiny heart beat that we listened to and saw for months came rushing over me at that moment, sadness and gratitude all at the same time.
The doctor thought that I was crazy and I think thought I was asking him if this baby had a heart condition which I obviously wasn't, but couldn't, and still can't really, put all those feelings and thoughts into words inappropriately. This was the first, of what have already been many, situations where all that happened with Zane, that chapter of our life's book, has changed how the rest of our story is written. Do I think this baby has TET, no, but does having lived that experience change how we are/will experience this pregnancy, absolutely.
The final kicker to this story was that when we got out to mom's Enclave it had a flat tire, of course. Mom had made it to The City and met us in the ER by this point. Having been woken up by Able's phone call to tell her I was headed to the hospital. So mom took me to get my meds while Zach, my wonderful husband stayed behind to changed the flat tire. Where was Zane through all this you might ask, well with his God Father, Uncle Able of course. They had a big time in the little, not so child proofed apartment, watching Finding Nemo, all while Zane was fully oblivious to anything being wrong.
Mom took Zane to play with his cousins while Zach and I passed out at Able's. We finally made it back to our house, of course after an 2 hr delayed flight out of OKC, at 9:30pm. A mere 36 hours or so after starting our journey home. I of course had to work the next day, which led to me telling my dear friend Brandy that I was pregnant, slightly earlier than planned, so she could make sure I didn't die at work that day.
As I said in the first post, pregnancy is a doozy, but I knew that going into it.
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