Still Sick (of course)

You may have noticed the lack of quilting updates. That would be because puke stains aren't quite the kind of embellishment anyone wants on a quilt, so I'm staying away from my pretty, oh so close to being done, masterpieces....or mediocre-scrappy-pieces, whatever.

I'm still sick. Well, "sick" is a vast understatement. Yesterday, I actually decided that a few days in the hospital on an IV would be NICE. Having had both a hospital and home birth, I choose home birth hands down because I HATE HOSPITALS. I hate the routines, I hate the loss of autonomy, I hate the germs, I hate the "because we said so" procedures, I hate the "informed consent" that really isn't. I see hospitals as great places for major lacerations and heart attacks, not pregnancy and delivery. But yesterday? I was ready for an IV. I know how to put in an IV catheter (on a dog, anyway...can't be that much different) and was fully willing to do it myself, but seeing as how I lack the supplies, the hospital was seeming like a mighty fine option. By the afternoon, I was feeling better and more hydrated and decided if I could get myself through until Monday, maybe the doctor will just run a bag of fluids in me in the office without having to go to the hospital. To make that even remotely possible, I had to change something though.

My handy dandy watch allows me to set 3 different alarms, so every two and a half hours last night, my alarm went off, and I forced myself to reach into the little cooler Josh had put by the bed and get out two chunks of cheese to eat. Not exactly pleasant, but oh what a difference it's made this morning. I wasn't starting from square one this morning, it was more like square two--and that was a nice place to be. I ate a bagel with cream cheese and a few grapes for breakfast and it was mildly enjoyable. If I could just get one bite of something down every 5 or 10 minutes, I think I could even get to a point where I'm not really sick.

People have asked me if I was this sick with the girls. It's hard to say....With Sierra I slept most of the day for a few weeks and lost 15 pounds (and no, I don't have 15 pounds to lose....I think my pitiful weight gain throughout her pregnancy contributed to the pre-term labor with her). With Sedona, I took Zofran and Phenergan on a regular basis, which got me to work, but I still lost a fair amount of weight. I don't have issues with lots of vomiting...sure, that happens, but for the most part, if I can get it down, it stays down. My problem is food aversions. I was talking to my mom yesterday and came up with the perfect analogy--imagine you were really sick and someone put a poop sandwich in front of you...yes, poop...and told you that if you'd just eat it, everything would be fine. Gross, right? Yeah, well just about everything in the world is a poop sandwich to me right now. And what is mildly okay one day, is unbearable the next, so I don't even have a list of tried and true favorites. I'm holding out hope that since the pattern is relatively similar to what I had with the girls, I will also be pretty much all better in the next few weeks. In the meantime, I've been on self-imposed bedrest...another thing I've insisted I HATE ever since I did almost 11 weeks of it with Sierra, but I just can't imagine doing anything else at the moment.