They say there's a first time for everything. Well, in my last trimester for my third baby,
I experienced a first. A first that I hope will be a last.
I experienced a first. A first that I hope will be a last.
On my way to work this week, I suddenly began to feel very sick: nauseated, stomach pain,
and heart burn that just wouldn't quit. I kept driving, sipping on my water and popping
Tums like no tomorrow. Suddenly, I felt the baby twisting and turning and, before I
even realized what was happening, I vomited. While driving. All over myself and the
entire driver's side portion of my car. I had no control over my body, I just heaved and
puked uncontrollably while simultaneously trying to steer my car to the side of the road.
Once I was safely parked, I opened my door and continued to vomit in the grass.
and heart burn that just wouldn't quit. I kept driving, sipping on my water and popping
Tums like no tomorrow. Suddenly, I felt the baby twisting and turning and, before I
even realized what was happening, I vomited. While driving. All over myself and the
entire driver's side portion of my car. I had no control over my body, I just heaved and
puked uncontrollably while simultaneously trying to steer my car to the side of the road.
Once I was safely parked, I opened my door and continued to vomit in the grass.
I finally got control of myself, took my completely soaked shirt off, turned my car around,
and drove home in my bra, covered in puke. Shawn looked at me in horror as I walked into
the house half dressed and crying my eyes out. I was a mess in every way. Thankfully, I
had an appointment with my doctor that day and was able to tell her all about my heart
burn and acid reflux issues. She gave me the biggest hug, let me cry through the
whole appointment, and gave me all the reassurance I needed. She called in a prescription
for Prilosec, a medicine she promised would bring sweet relief from the gastric issues I've
been having. And we scheduled an ultrasound for next week so that we can peek in on
this little boy who's been pressing on his mama's gastrointestinal system for the last month.
and drove home in my bra, covered in puke. Shawn looked at me in horror as I walked into
the house half dressed and crying my eyes out. I was a mess in every way. Thankfully, I
had an appointment with my doctor that day and was able to tell her all about my heart
burn and acid reflux issues. She gave me the biggest hug, let me cry through the
whole appointment, and gave me all the reassurance I needed. She called in a prescription
for Prilosec, a medicine she promised would bring sweet relief from the gastric issues I've
been having. And we scheduled an ultrasound for next week so that we can peek in on
this little boy who's been pressing on his mama's gastrointestinal system for the last month.
I'm always hesitant to take medications during pregnancy, regardless of if my doctor says
they are safe or not. To which my doctor responds: "What's more dangerous? Taking
a medication that will make you feel better and is proven to be safe for pregnant women
or vomiting while driving due to out of control acid reflux?". Point well made, doc, point
well made. Three days later: the medicine is already working, I haven't had heart burn
or thrown up since, and my car is all nice and shiny and clean again. Thank you
modern medicine. They say that having severe heart burn while pregnant means that
your baby will be born with a head full of hair. Apparently, our son is working on a full
blown afro as we speak.
they are safe or not. To which my doctor responds: "What's more dangerous? Taking
a medication that will make you feel better and is proven to be safe for pregnant women
or vomiting while driving due to out of control acid reflux?". Point well made, doc, point
well made. Three days later: the medicine is already working, I haven't had heart burn
or thrown up since, and my car is all nice and shiny and clean again. Thank you
modern medicine. They say that having severe heart burn while pregnant means that
your baby will be born with a head full of hair. Apparently, our son is working on a full
blown afro as we speak.
