Bleh

I woke up yesterday morning feeling reminiscent of the days just mere months ago when I was suffering from morning sickness.  I ate breakfast and felt worse, confirming my fears that it wasn't morning sickness (eating usually makes me feel better), but something else.  Fifteen minutes later I was loosing my breakfast into the sink.  I successfully begged John into taking the day off so I could take a sick day.  While John entertained Alex, I spent the entire day either in bed or vomiting up bile every five minutes.  I couldn't even keep teeny tiny sips of water down without making a mad dash to the bathroom.

Around 4 pm I was beginning to worry about dehydration.  My stomach and intestines were cramping and I felt as though the baby had escaped from my womb somehow and was making balloon animals out of my guts.  I called the doctor to see if it was something to worry about or if I should just stay in bed and hope for the best tomorrow.  Turns out it was in fact something to worry about and I was ordered to labor and delivery for an IV of fluids and anti-nausea medication. 

I managed to sqeeze out a few drops for a urine sample and not only was it bright orange, it was apparently full of ketones, indicating that I was, in fact, dehydrated.  They listened to the baby's heart beat and he seemed to be doing fine, so they began the process of setting up my IV, which was made more traumatic than it needed to be owing to the fact that I was dehydrated and it took three nurses to find a decent vein.  It still hurt.  A lot.

It took two hours before they could get my anti-nausea medication, so I spent that time hooked up to the IV and throwing up into those little kidney shaped puke bowls.  Can I just say that whoever designed those things is an idiot?  I needed a bucket not a dainty little bowl.  Once I finally got my anti-nausea medication in my IV, my outlook improved dramatically, however I had to face another problem in that they wouldn't let me leave until I peed.  I didn't need to pee.  It seems all the fluids they'd been giving me I was immediately throwing up.  Another IV solved that problem and I sucessfully and happily demonstrated my urinating skills and was sent home.

Luckily I'm the only one in our household that didn't get a flu shot this year, so hopefully the boys won't get this evil bug.  I'm feeling better, but very achy, like I did some kind of hardcore workout yesterday.  I haven't truly tested how much better I'm feeling, frankly, I'm scared to eat anything yet, but I am sipping on some ice water and it's all staying down so far.  Hopefully It'll just be one of those 24 hour deals and I'll be back to normal this afternoon.