So, I managed going to back to work for all of 1 hour this
week. On Tuesday, the day of my 1st midwife booking in appointment,
which I had been so looking forward to.
I dragged myself to work and after an extremely dodgy
journey, I finally made it in just in time to throw up my breakfast and
collapse at my desk in tears.
My work colleagues took pity on me and sent me home with the
instructions to get a note signing me off this week. I felt wretched as I
called my GP for an appointment 2 hours later.
But that was just the beginning
of the worst day in my pregnancy to date so far.
I have no idea how, but I managed to get myself on the tube
and onto a train home, but by this point my underwired bra felt like it was
digging into me, and my sickly tummy couldn't stand the pressure, so there I
was, on the 10:20am train home, flapping about on a train, desperately trying
to take my bra off, while panting through the sickness and sipping lukewarm water.
I’m pretty sure moans of desperation and ickyness may have left my mouth on that 25 minute journey, the longest journey of my life.
I’m pretty sure moans of desperation and ickyness may have left my mouth on that 25 minute journey, the longest journey of my life.
Once home my hubby who was working from home that day ahead
of our midwife appointment, put me to bed to rest ahead of my GP appointment.
Things
didn't get any better there.
Sat in a stinking hot waiting room with no air or water to hand I was rocking through the sickness at the clinic
and eventually succumbed to my need to throw up right as I was being called in
for my appointment.
This was not a hi-light of my day. Neither was tearfully accepting my GP’s prescription for an anti sickness drug called Cyclizine, which will feature more in my next post.
This was not a hi-light of my day. Neither was tearfully accepting my GP’s prescription for an anti sickness drug called Cyclizine, which will feature more in my next post.
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| This is what you book of 'notes' looks like- Keep it close! |
Despite my semi-consciousness, we did make it to the
hospital for my midwife appointment, though I could tell you very little about
what happened as I spent the majority of my time in the loo!
She took a sample of my urine, weighed me and took my blood
pressure. She went through (thoroughly)
what felt like THOUSANDS of pages of notes about mine and my husband’s medical
history while I sat there nodding along, semi comatosed.
There are a LOT of forms that you have to fill in and they
want so much detail too! I guess it’s good, better to be armed with plenty of
info than not enough, and I was told that I’d need to carry these notes with me
at all times, as in the event that anything happens to me or the baby, everything
any nurse/doctor would need to know is written there. So keep your notes close
by ladies!
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| I got given one of these too, which was mainly filled with adverts for baby Paraphernalia |
I made it home from the appointment in one piece, not before
having to barge the hubby out of the way when he opened the door to race for
the loo before it was game over again.
Did I mention it was also one of the
hottest bleeding days of the year so far this day?
This was not my favourite day by a LONG shot.
My friend photocopied all her notes and put them in to plastic slip wallets and gave her parents and inlaws a copy, a copy for her desk at work, a copy for her car and hubs car and scanned a copy on to a googledrive and then that way she was guaranteed to always have a copy to hand without having to physically carry the big file round.
ReplyDeleteShe is a bit OCD like so it might be a bit overkill, but i'd say the plastic wallets would be handy!
Its funny you say that because I considered doing that too but though 'nah, its just hassle' but in reality, its actually a pretty good idea!
ReplyDeleteMy notes were lost by someone in the hospital when I went for a scan....lol They replaced them all! Phew! I guarded the new one's with my life!
ReplyDeleteOhh no hope the sickness passes soon x