Sunday, April 15, 2012

We Have a Prune.

Recap: I spent Friday in the ER due to dehydration. When I got there, they drew a bunch of blood and then told me I had a 2-3 hour wait to get back to the beds. I asked for something to drink because I knew I was going to faint (I literally told the guy, I am going to faint, I need something), so he hooked me up to IV bag number one, plopped me in a wheelchair and sent me to the waiting room for my wait. Fast-forward a total of 7 minutes and I was fainting. This made me anxious because I know when I am going to faint and I know I need to lay down, get my head lower than my heart and drink water. Being in a wheelchair and hooked to an IV, none of this could happen. So I told DH, I am fainting go get help. He waited while someone was checking in, looked over and I mouthed to him "please hurry!" At that point my sight was going away and I was sweating and sliding out of the chair. Same nurse dude came back and told me I was hyperventilating (of course I was because you wouldn't listen to me!) and would be okay. My hands and feel went into that numb tingling phase and then suddenly my entire stomach/hip area did, too. Super weird (hopefully no harm to Magoo). I told him if felt like I was being sucked into a black hole (geek alert!) They took my blood pressure, which was 82/41 and because I was pregnant, suddenly a room opened up! (Well it did, but then some guy who disappeared ended up in it so then I had to wait in a storage room until another was cleaned). Another IV bag later, a little bit of food (admittingly DH ate most of it) and juice later and I was cleared to go. The staff was extremely nice, apparently they were all talking about the little pregnant one. I felt weak leaving, a little dizzy still, but otherwise a lot better.

Fast forward to Saturday: We had to go to my in-laws because my DH needed to drive his Dad to the airport to pick up his (DH's) half-sister. This made me extremely angry because I never get to see DH and it meant I had to spent a few hours alone at my in-laws house a day after being in the hospital and feeling super shitty. Then the entire family came over, the TV was turned up loud enough that I am pretty sure the neighbors could hear it. All I wanted was to escape as quickly as possible. We finally got home and DH played Zelda (nerd alert!) until it was time to go to bed. During that time I tried to be good and had 2 glasses of fluids (one glass of water, one glass of lemonade) over 2 hours. I literally almost peed my pants multiple times, got nauseated and started having some bubbly in my throat (not the good kind, people) and massive, massive cramping around my bladder. Kind of like bad intestinal/period pains. Luckily I knew it was from drinking WATER. Not only that, but something is crazy up with Oregon water. It tastes like liquid frosting, no joke. Only to pregnant people (only to pregnant me actually), but who wants to drink that? Yuck yuck yuck.

Today I slept until 12:30pm (of course put in there trouble falling asleep and waking up to pee every two hours). I am still uber exhausted and trying my hardest to down fluids. I've had a little gingerale, a little of a coffee slushie and some gatorade. I pee a lot, but I am still not sure I drink enough. I asked a bunch of girls what they do to stay hydrated in my situation. They all said to get the smaller size gatorades and make yourself drink at least one a day. Eat ice pops, lots of water filled fruits (watermelon for example) and my favorite - get a sno cone machine. Hell yeah, I will eat sno cones all freaking day long! Mmmmm blue raspberry sno cone, yummm. So whenever we go get groceries, we are totally checking to see how much one costs. Because I'm down with that.

Oh yeah, my prune is Magoo. I don't eat prunes; I don't hear good things about them. Except this baby prune. Magoo is a whopping 1.5 inches today. Next week, we graduate to a lime.

PS: My MIL asked if I got my gender ultrasound yet and then (semi-jokingly. No for real a joke, but not really) told me if it wasn't a girl I was kicked out of the family. Later she shoved two stuffed chicks up her shirt and pretended to be pregnant with twins. I told her one better be a girl or she was in trouble:)

1 comment:

  1. We could send Amanda out and she could be your personal paramedic, hooking up IV's, etc. LOL.

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