my baby is saucy
i come to this conclusion after violently vomiting everything i had eaten on Christmas Eve (which, now that i think about it, wasn't that much: crab and corn soup, the bread bowl it was in (yeah, i had a quick lunch in the food court: french baker), and chocolate ice cream from mini stop. but my little tyrant didn't stop there. she continued to push out everything i tried to consume after that, which wasn't more than water.
total number of times i threw up: four. four glorious times. until all i was expelling was the bitter, yellow slime of my belly. the sweet side of this was that dave was there to hold my hair back from my face, even going to the extent of washing my puke off the sidewalk in front of the salon where i first spewed. aaaaw.
my mom then brought me to the hospital. i didn't know i'd be spending our first christmas as a couple there. i spent christmas eve being fitted with an i.v. drip, being attached to a monitor. i even missed the countdown to christmas since the clock in my room was fifteen minutes late. since i was in the delivery room, dave couldn't stay with me, so i fell asleep alone.
christmas dawned, and i was told that during the night i'd had premature contractions, most probably triggered by the stress of puking my guts out. Baby was severely dehydrated and extremely lethargic. her heartbeat, which i fell asleep to thanks to the monitor, was too steady, which meant she wasn't moving. i think the doctor was surprised at my lack of emotion, but to tell you the truth it just wasn't sinking in.
i had another ultrasound to check if i was going into labor. i wasn't, thank God. and because they didn't want to stress my body out anymore, i hadn't been given food since i'd been admitted. i think the doctors took pity on me and finally let me be brought up to the room where dave had been since the night before. i was under observation while they medicated me with something to stop the contractions. at least we were together, and there was some semblance of privacy.
there we stayed for christmas and for dave's birthday. thank God dave and i are home-bodies, otherwise i would have gone stir-crazy.
but then the insurance lady came by and dropped a bomb. i am not covered for 'complications' that arise during my pregnancy. i won't even tell you how much the bill amounted to because it still makes me teary eyed. but i will tell you it was oh so frustrating since they'd only decided to tell me AFTER the fact. the health benefits at ISM suck.
well, it was then decided that since i was just laying about, i might as well do it at home. the doctor didn't let me go easy though. now that i'm home, i have to continue medication and i'm confined to my bed and the bathroom. complete bedrest. for a week. no new year's in boracay. in fact, my parents and sister just left this noon for the boat.
but i'm happy, dave and i get more time alone, and he's been taking good care of me. and it's made me more conscious about how fragile Baby is. now i'm more careful, rethinking plans. i have to ask my doctor if i should go back to work after the holidays. and although i haven't completely stuck to the 'complete bedrest' rule, i've been getting a lot of rest, a lot more relaxed. dave and i have things planned for our week alone, starting with a movie marathon. all three movies of the lord of the rings, extended versions. that's good for nine hours or so.
it worries me though, sometimes when i can't feel her move for a while. but dave's always there to talk to her and cajole her into kicking my insides quite well. i have my suspicions that she's going to be a regular little daddy's girl.
this whole ordeal has just made her that much more precious to us. and i got a sneak peek of what i'll be going through in two months.
total number of times i threw up: four. four glorious times. until all i was expelling was the bitter, yellow slime of my belly. the sweet side of this was that dave was there to hold my hair back from my face, even going to the extent of washing my puke off the sidewalk in front of the salon where i first spewed. aaaaw.
my mom then brought me to the hospital. i didn't know i'd be spending our first christmas as a couple there. i spent christmas eve being fitted with an i.v. drip, being attached to a monitor. i even missed the countdown to christmas since the clock in my room was fifteen minutes late. since i was in the delivery room, dave couldn't stay with me, so i fell asleep alone.
christmas dawned, and i was told that during the night i'd had premature contractions, most probably triggered by the stress of puking my guts out. Baby was severely dehydrated and extremely lethargic. her heartbeat, which i fell asleep to thanks to the monitor, was too steady, which meant she wasn't moving. i think the doctor was surprised at my lack of emotion, but to tell you the truth it just wasn't sinking in.
i had another ultrasound to check if i was going into labor. i wasn't, thank God. and because they didn't want to stress my body out anymore, i hadn't been given food since i'd been admitted. i think the doctors took pity on me and finally let me be brought up to the room where dave had been since the night before. i was under observation while they medicated me with something to stop the contractions. at least we were together, and there was some semblance of privacy.
there we stayed for christmas and for dave's birthday. thank God dave and i are home-bodies, otherwise i would have gone stir-crazy.
but then the insurance lady came by and dropped a bomb. i am not covered for 'complications' that arise during my pregnancy. i won't even tell you how much the bill amounted to because it still makes me teary eyed. but i will tell you it was oh so frustrating since they'd only decided to tell me AFTER the fact. the health benefits at ISM suck.
well, it was then decided that since i was just laying about, i might as well do it at home. the doctor didn't let me go easy though. now that i'm home, i have to continue medication and i'm confined to my bed and the bathroom. complete bedrest. for a week. no new year's in boracay. in fact, my parents and sister just left this noon for the boat.
but i'm happy, dave and i get more time alone, and he's been taking good care of me. and it's made me more conscious about how fragile Baby is. now i'm more careful, rethinking plans. i have to ask my doctor if i should go back to work after the holidays. and although i haven't completely stuck to the 'complete bedrest' rule, i've been getting a lot of rest, a lot more relaxed. dave and i have things planned for our week alone, starting with a movie marathon. all three movies of the lord of the rings, extended versions. that's good for nine hours or so.
it worries me though, sometimes when i can't feel her move for a while. but dave's always there to talk to her and cajole her into kicking my insides quite well. i have my suspicions that she's going to be a regular little daddy's girl.
this whole ordeal has just made her that much more precious to us. and i got a sneak peek of what i'll be going through in two months.