Yesterday morning I threw up for the first time in both pregnancies. I consider myself pretty lucky to have gotten this far without blowing chunks. Poor Carina was so scared by the noise she started crying. It broke my heart.
I didn't think much of it until later yesterday afternoon when it happened a few more times, and I began to feel really ill. *Possibly TMI - if I haven't crossed that line already ;) * After M got home it started coming out of both ends and I couldn't keep anything down, not even water. My OB said that I would be more than welcome to come in for IV fluids if I was worried. I decided to give it a little more time and I tried to get some sleep. I was awaken an hour later by rather violent forces once again so we trucked it in to Urgent Care with a rather fussy baby in tow. She didn't appreciate being lifted from her nice warm bed.
We arrived at 11 PM and the doctor quickly diagnosed me with the nasty bug that has been circulating around. He gave me some Zofran in the hopes that it would help me keep some liquids down. Two hours later, it seemed to have been successful, so we headed back home. I've barely left my bed all day; I feel like someone has ripped my insides out. I'm so nervous about the baby. I was hoping they would perform an ultrasound to make sure everything is okay in there - but no dice. They do want me to come back next week for one, though. I am very eager to see what is baking in there.
M stayed home from work today to watch Carina, thankfully. I pray that they escape this, because it would pain me to see either one of them go through this. I don't know when I'll get back on the computer, for now I need to sleep.
P.S. Carina hasn't wanted to nurse since late last night. If my milk (which has already been decreasing in quantity a bit) ends up drying up because of this I think you might be able to hear my cries through the interwebz.