That's how I've been feeling this week. Absolutely down and out from morning sickness. Except my morning sickness is all-day-long sickness. Luckily I have not been throwing up much...but the non-stop extreme queasy feeling has just been awful.
So Friday I finally conceded and called my OB for an anti-nausea prescription. Got it within 2 hours and took 1/2 a pill (directions say 1/2 to 1 pill every six hours!)....well the half pill knocked me out within 45 minutes. Luckily I took it right before naptime; so made it upstairs and napped with Isabel...but when I woke up it was like a bad hangover. So I'm trying 1/4 of a pill next....I'll report back when I wake up ;)
Nausea aside........our MFM (maternal fetal medicine) ultrasound appointment last Monday went well. We got to see baby again, alive and well with an even stronger heartbeat! This time I brought Isabel and Rob with me, so it made it a little more real for our entire family to witness it together. Doc still noticed *something* over near my left ovary/tube and has now put me on pelvic rest for the next 2 weeks. No intercourse, no heavy lifting, no gym (ha...wasn't going to the gym anyway)! It has me just a little more concerned this time since he put me on pelvic rest, but I'm still not very worried about it. Have to go back on 8/27 to take another peek. And quite honestly, the more ultrasounds that I can get to make sure the little one is still alive in my womb, the better!
Other things we've been dealing with are the sweet, innocent prayers of dear daughter, Isabel. "Dear God, please let the baby in mommy's tummy grow big and strong and be born alive and come home to live with us." The first time she prayed for the baby to live, I almost lost it. A 4 year old shouldn't have to pray for that. She shouldn't have to know at such a tender age that some babies (in our case, most babies) don't make it to be born alive into the world.
However, it's the prayer that our whole family has been praying since we found out we were pregnant. Please God, let your creation, this precious little baby, LIVE! At this point, I fear my anger toward God if He decides to take this baby too. Not because I would not be able to handle it on my own...but because of the pain it would cause me if Isabel lost another sibling. How would she react to another loss, older as she is this time? What if she loses faith in God because He keeps taking something so precious to our family time and time again? I don't dwell on this. I try not to even go there. But in private I beg God not to take this baby for Isabel's sake.
In other news our marriage encounter weekend was just what we needed, and I can't wait to share some AMAZING ways in which God was working while we were there! But I'll save that for another post!
For the life of every living thing is in his hand, and the breath of every human being. Job 12:10