WARNING.. long post ahead!!!
It seems like it has been forever since I picked up my computer to do anything this past week. My last post was Wednesday and since then I have been taking care of Ava and myself.
This was our last picture outside having fun before we both got sick!!!
We both got hit hard with the stomach flu and I’m happy that I am finally on the mends and slowly getting back to normal activities.
Wednesday morning I taught Group Power and after class Marc updated me that Ava had thrown up. My first thought was OH NO, she definitely has the stomach bug that’s going around. I tried to stay positive, it was my birthday and we had some plans so I didn’t want to get upset before I knew how she was doing.
When I got home she was lazy, quiet and of course not her high sprung cheery self. We took Cooper for a walk, I showered and got ready to go out to my birthday lunch.
2 seconds before we were walking out the door Ava threw up again. I called and canceled our lunch plans with my family and they brought me lunch instead.
To say it was a great birthday would be an understatement but it doesn’t surprise me that this happened. I’ve learned that being a mom is the hardest job and things come up out of nowhere. Rather then be upset, I did whatever I could to keep Ava comfortable and try to enjoy the rest of the day.
These flowers from Marc and my mom’s friend definitely helped brighten the day.
And of course this birthday balloon that Ava wanted to give me for my birthday.
Then again this was just one birthday and we still got to enjoy some ice cream cake at the end of the night
We woke up and I was beyond exhausted because Ava had us up from 1130-230… she was throwing up… then hungry, then fussy, then tired. It was draining.
I felt very run down and was praying I wasn’t next in line.
Around 4pm I had an ultrasound and I couldn’t stop thinking about how nauseous I felt. I felt like I was going to throw up but I fought it.
It was so great to see our little boy on the screen and to know he was growing strong & healthy.
My mind kept thinking about my stomach, it was SO uneasy and I literally felt like I was going to throw up at any second.
I forced myself to eat something because I had to teach boot camp and I didn’t want to go on an empty stomach. I couldn’t stomach much but I did manage to eat a little chicken & potatoes.
March 10th goes down as the TOUGHEST class I have ever had to teach. It was hands down a struggle for me but I didn’t want to cancel because I love my class and I rarely cancel.
Sure enough with 10 minutes left in class, my mouth was watering, I felt like I couldn’t open my mouth to yell anymore and I ran out of the class to throw up. Luckily there was a huge janitor’s trash barrel right outside the door… it was my savior. I then ran into the men’s room and kept throwing up for about 5 minutes until one of the ladies in class came looking for me!
I felt SO much better but my body was confused as to what just happened.
I wrapped up the class and quickly headed home to lay on the couch. I couldn’t get comfortable and I felt that nausea feeling again. I knew I was doomed again.
I’ll keep this short and sweet.. the next 3 hrs were spent running to and from the bathroom and grabbing trashcans when I could.
I finally woke Marc up at 1130pm and told him I think I need to go to the Emergency Room, I had nothing in my system but I was still throwing up. I was shaky, weak, tired, and on top of that I’m pregnant. I didn’t want anything to happen to the baby and I knew my body needed fluids.
We were in the ER until about 245am and after 2 IV’s, 2 cups of ice water and an ice pop they released me. I still felt weak, tired, and nauseous but I hadn’t thrown up in 3 hours so that was a BLESSING.
Lets just say I couldn’t wait to sleep.
(There were lots of snuggles on the couch this past few days and we both didn’t mind!!)
The next morning Ava woke up at 640am and I actually wanted to get up to get some water and food so I let Marc sleep.
I ate a piece of toast and drank water but ran to the bathroom. This time it wasn’t throw up.. and I’ll spare the details. The next 24 hours my body had to deal with a whole new type of bathroom issue and I was still having trouble eating and drinking.
The doctor warned me if I didn’t drink fluids and I couldn’t pee normally I would have to go back to the hospital. This was all I needed to hear and I started forcing myself to chug pedialyte and ice water.
It wasn’t until Saturday at around 10am that I felt a sense of relief. My body was holding onto food and liquids.
I don’t want to bore you anymore with my stomach flu story, but I have never experienced anything like this before. I was never sick when I was pregnant with Ava so this has been a whole new experience and I wish I never have to go through it again.
I am super thankful for my family who was here to help me with Ava when I couldn’t move and for Marc playing dad & mom this weekend so I could rest.
It’s now Monday and my mind can think about more then just being sick and man does it feel good. I’m still trying to get my energy back and I know that will take a few days but I’m SO SO happy that the worst is over.
For all of you out there that had to deal with the evil stomach flu of 2016 it wasn’t easy but you are stronger for having surpassed the illness. I am so relieved that both the baby and I are healthy and I will be forever grateful for that.
Have any of you experienced this years stomach flu, if so was it the worst bug you ever had?