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Survivors of hyperemesis gravidarum may have problems with self-esteem, intimacy, guilt, and conditioned food aversions. Pregnant women may experience anxiety and depression related to helplessness from receiving inadequate treatment for hyperemesis, fear of the hyperemesis recurring in future pregnancies, painful and invasive treatments, and having to face the fear of serious harm or death to herself and/or her unborn child.
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I had a niggle*. A niggle that remained after all plausible causes for my bouts of sickness and fatigue were eliminated and two whizzy sticks later the niggle was confirmed. There was a bundle of joy! I was brought to my knees – in the bathroom. Repeatedly!
“Morning sickness is part of the pregnancy!”
“It won’t last. Once you hit 3 months, it’ll go”
So I persevered. I met my midwife. I didn’t think to tell her that I was sick all the time. Brushing my teeth made me spew. My flatmate’s perfume made me spew. The smell of coffee, jerky braking on transport, moving from my bed to upright. Morning noon and night. It was relentless, exhausting, and I felt pathetic.
I thought “I’m failing at motherhood already.” Eight weeks in, and I was falling apart. Unable to get a handle on basic day to day things, perform at my job – let alone nourish my newly growing Bundle. But this is normal right? Just the untold aspect of morning sickness surely? I needed to pull myself together.