I had been starting to feel better...thought I had turned a corner with the Hyperemesis. The home health nurse that calls for daily updates on my weight and ketones got all giddy and started talking about weaning me off the Zofran Pump. I thought I was ready, even started doing things like laundry again. Woohoo! In a moment of extreme excitement, I cleaned the bathroom. Mr. HBH was so excited...he thought he was being relieved of his extra duties that have been piled on him. (Can we all take a collective sigh of thanks for Mr. HBH and the wonderful man that he is? Amen.) Jonah was basking in the glory of having his happy-go-lucky mommy play with him and make puppet theaters.
And then we lowered the dosage one too many times in too few days.
Blech. There it was waiting around the corner, crouching and ready to pounce again.
Two steps forward, one step back, I tell ya...like my own real-life game of Candy Land. (Which by the way, Jonah beats me EVERY single time!)
And I'm totally over it, but I feel really guilty complaining when there are women that would give anything to hug the toilet all day if it meant they were having a baby. And I know, because I've been there...really, I'm only a few months removed from it.
So, I'm not going to go there, no matter how tempted I am. I'm going to be thankful that I'm atleast experiencing a lower amount of nausea and overall my dosage is lower. Because with Hyperemesis, some women don't experience that. Some women are at full force nausea until the day they deliver. Some women make unthinkable choices because the sickness is too much to handle and puts them at a severe health risk. Not me. Today I'm thankful for the extra weight put on after having Jonah that would not go away no matter what I tried. It's those pesky extra pounds that have kept me out of serious health risk. (Never thought I'd say I was thankful for extra pounds around my middle!) I'm hoping it eventually goes away like it did with Jonah at 28 weeks.
Until then, I'm going to repeat my mantra every time a wave of nausea washes over me. This too shall pass...