Hyperemesis Gravidarum

Sounds pretty serious, huh? That’s what I have right now. It means that I can’t stop puking without medical intervention. Joy. Things got pretty horrible again by last Sunday night—by then I was waking up every hour to hurl. By 3am I felt closer to DEATH than I’ve ever felt before, and I woke Jeff up with my moaning. He drove me to the ER. They stuck an IV in me AGAIN and I got 3 liters of fluids this time.

I got back to the White home around 7am and right when I walked in the door, all of the smells (dog, etc.) just hit me like a wall and nearly put me under again. That’s when Jeff called my mom and told her he would be driving me up to stay with her for the next few weeks. (well he did ask nicely) So Jeff quickly packed a laundry basket full of clothes for Jay and I, and we were on the road in no time.

Jeff is living and working in Grandview from Tuesday-Friday, and then he will drive up here (3hrs) for the weekends to be with us. I must aknowledge the huge sacrifice it was for him to be away from Jay and I for 4 days each week. He misses us. We miss him. But I think he’d rather have a living wife than a puking skeleton, so we’re dealing with the separation.

Now my Mommy is taking care of me and Jay (she rocks) and I have more magic Zofran medicine and I haven’t barfed since Sunday. Eating is HARD, but my Mom is a wizard at finding the right foods to tempt me—my little baby-pooch is returning! Mom cheerfully changes poopy diapers and feeds Jay yummy food and plays with him. He loves her. So do I!!!

Jay does miss the dogs Zeke and Toby, though…

…so we dug out my old huge stuffed dog. He calls it “Zeee!” and he climbs all over it and pulls its ears and tail (just like he does with the real doggies).