(This was written 2/8, but posted 2/9) Holy Heartburn Batman! (I was thinking about making that the headline, but I didn’t want that to be what defines this post. But, it sure is defining today so I’m going to gripe a bit.
With Kaydriana I had a smidge of heartburn here and there. Nothing a little Tums couldn’t fix. With my son? A whole lot more! Through this pregnancy I have taken generic Pepcid and Tums. Last Saturday I couldn’t eat dinner. I had a bowl of popcorn about 8pm and then had the hardest time going to sleep. The popcorn just sat in my stomach cement. I had to try to sleep upright because I felt it rising up my esophagus, but it didn’t burn.
Then today hit and the heartburn hit hard! On Sunday (Superbowl) Tim made a huge thing of chili and it was some of the best chili I have ever had! Tim is not a big left over fan so I knew I’d be eating chili for lunch and dinner for a whole week (because Lord knows, I don’t let food go to waste!) Well, I think 3 days of chili is what did me in. So this morning as I sit down to eat breakfast I have this immense pain in my stomach. I didn’t think it was heartburn because it didn’t have the normal burning my esophagus and hurting my back feelings. I managed to eat my breakfast and choked down my coffee and was hurting. Sitting down hurt, picking up Kaydriana hurt and driving was the worst! I had taken one of my Pepcids, but on the way into work I was tearing up because of the pain. But I had a lot of meetings and just had to push through.
I survive my first two meetings, I’m now starving ( I eat breakfast with Kaydriana at 630 and now its 12 and I hadn’t had anything since) and since I had missed the employee of the year announcement, I got not one, but two slice of cake left on my desk but some thoughtful co-workers. I dig into one of them because now I’m just so hungry, the immense pain had subsided a bit and the cake just looked so good! Moments later I get what I can only describe as shards of glass going through my stomach. It was awful! I had an OB appointment today and was grateful, hoping I could get some help. I cried on my way to the hospital and I couldn’t sit down. As soon as Helen came to get me I told her I was about to burst into tears. I couldn’t even sit up during my exam. Dr Graham put me on a strict diet of plain bread, rice, and chicken with no flavor whatsoever. I got a prescription for Protonix. I’m supposed to take it twice a day for the next two days then go to once a day after that. I’m also supposed to use Maalox to help with the immediate burning. While I’ll do whatever I can not to feel this way again, being pregnant on a restricted diet sounds almost impossible L
Okay, moving along. On Monday night I was finally putting my maternity photos in their weekly spots in my pregnancy book. It was then I realized I only had 2 weeks left of my second trimester! I had no idea the 3rd trimester was just around the corner! Today I’m officially 23 weeks and baby Lake is about the size of a Mango and weighs just over a pound. In about 2 weeks I’ll go in for my glucose test.
We haven’t done jack with getting ready for Lake’s arrival. But first things first, we need to get Kaydriana switched to her big girl room and bed so we can at least paint Lake’s nursery boy colors. Now that Tim’s class is finally over I think that maybe next week is a good week to have her transition. That way if she doesn’t do well during the night he can be at her beck and call – hee hee, I haven’t exactly discussed this with him yet.
Last night it was really cute. I was sitting next to her on the couch and she gets up and walks to the gate at the bottom of the stairs and says, “I go ni-night”. I open the gate and she goes all the way to her crib. I asked if she wanted me to read her story first and she said, “no, I go ni-night” and wanted me to put her in her crib. It was very sweet, but I was sad because I only got a few minutes with her.
I couldn’t sleep last night and I started crying because Friday will be her last day in daycare until Tim gets a new job. I feel like I’m letting her down. She learns so much there and I feel like she won’t be getting the developmental nourishment she deserves and enjoys being at home. I feel so sad for her. But I'm trying to remind myself to keep things in perspective: She'll love her time with daddy, she'll always be a sponge and learn new things, and I'll be exposed to less cold germs. None of those things really comfort me, but I'm trying to be okay with it, because I have no other choice until Tim finds a job.
With Kaydriana I had a smidge of heartburn here and there. Nothing a little Tums couldn’t fix. With my son? A whole lot more! Through this pregnancy I have taken generic Pepcid and Tums. Last Saturday I couldn’t eat dinner. I had a bowl of popcorn about 8pm and then had the hardest time going to sleep. The popcorn just sat in my stomach cement. I had to try to sleep upright because I felt it rising up my esophagus, but it didn’t burn.
Then today hit and the heartburn hit hard! On Sunday (Superbowl) Tim made a huge thing of chili and it was some of the best chili I have ever had! Tim is not a big left over fan so I knew I’d be eating chili for lunch and dinner for a whole week (because Lord knows, I don’t let food go to waste!) Well, I think 3 days of chili is what did me in. So this morning as I sit down to eat breakfast I have this immense pain in my stomach. I didn’t think it was heartburn because it didn’t have the normal burning my esophagus and hurting my back feelings. I managed to eat my breakfast and choked down my coffee and was hurting. Sitting down hurt, picking up Kaydriana hurt and driving was the worst! I had taken one of my Pepcids, but on the way into work I was tearing up because of the pain. But I had a lot of meetings and just had to push through.
I survive my first two meetings, I’m now starving ( I eat breakfast with Kaydriana at 630 and now its 12 and I hadn’t had anything since) and since I had missed the employee of the year announcement, I got not one, but two slice of cake left on my desk but some thoughtful co-workers. I dig into one of them because now I’m just so hungry, the immense pain had subsided a bit and the cake just looked so good! Moments later I get what I can only describe as shards of glass going through my stomach. It was awful! I had an OB appointment today and was grateful, hoping I could get some help. I cried on my way to the hospital and I couldn’t sit down. As soon as Helen came to get me I told her I was about to burst into tears. I couldn’t even sit up during my exam. Dr Graham put me on a strict diet of plain bread, rice, and chicken with no flavor whatsoever. I got a prescription for Protonix. I’m supposed to take it twice a day for the next two days then go to once a day after that. I’m also supposed to use Maalox to help with the immediate burning. While I’ll do whatever I can not to feel this way again, being pregnant on a restricted diet sounds almost impossible L
Okay, moving along. On Monday night I was finally putting my maternity photos in their weekly spots in my pregnancy book. It was then I realized I only had 2 weeks left of my second trimester! I had no idea the 3rd trimester was just around the corner! Today I’m officially 23 weeks and baby Lake is about the size of a Mango and weighs just over a pound. In about 2 weeks I’ll go in for my glucose test.
We haven’t done jack with getting ready for Lake’s arrival. But first things first, we need to get Kaydriana switched to her big girl room and bed so we can at least paint Lake’s nursery boy colors. Now that Tim’s class is finally over I think that maybe next week is a good week to have her transition. That way if she doesn’t do well during the night he can be at her beck and call – hee hee, I haven’t exactly discussed this with him yet.
Last night it was really cute. I was sitting next to her on the couch and she gets up and walks to the gate at the bottom of the stairs and says, “I go ni-night”. I open the gate and she goes all the way to her crib. I asked if she wanted me to read her story first and she said, “no, I go ni-night” and wanted me to put her in her crib. It was very sweet, but I was sad because I only got a few minutes with her.
I couldn’t sleep last night and I started crying because Friday will be her last day in daycare until Tim gets a new job. I feel like I’m letting her down. She learns so much there and I feel like she won’t be getting the developmental nourishment she deserves and enjoys being at home. I feel so sad for her. But I'm trying to remind myself to keep things in perspective: She'll love her time with daddy, she'll always be a sponge and learn new things, and I'll be exposed to less cold germs. None of those things really comfort me, but I'm trying to be okay with it, because I have no other choice until Tim finds a job.
I feel like there is so much more that I can type, but I think this post is long enough.
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