In August of 2000, my brother was murdered and i moved to Nashville to get away from the insanity. there i met a gentleman and i got pregnant, and i started to experience nausea. this was when i was just reaching my two week point. slowly it stared to worsen and nothing i could do would keep food in my stomach. at two months, i was left alone when my partner was arrested and later sentenced to seven years in the penn. i shared my concerns with my doctor who thought that i simply was looking for attention. at the time i was in automotive school, and i was beginning to fall behind because i spent at least two hours a day i the restroom praying to the porcelain god. finally, i returned from the restroom one day and i passed out in class and an instructor drove me home where i called my family to take me to the hospital. even at the hospital, i passed out in the waiting room and the didn't even look fo rme. when i got to the emergency room, i told the doctor that i had not eaten in over a week and i hadn't had water in three days. i told him how i had to take my contacts out because i could not produce tears to keep them hydrated, and my mouth was dry, still, he looked at me and said that i should be in the psych ward because i probably had an eating disorder. finally, when my bloodwork came back, he agreed with me that i probably have HG, and he admitted me.
by six months, i had lost over 20 pounds and my doctor was threatening to put me back in the hospital if i couldn't eat. luckily, i found that peanut butter sandwiches don't make me too sick and i only threw up about six or seven times a day.
thankfully the last time i threw up during my pregnancy was about an hour before i delivered my daughter and i had another episode the day after, and since then i've been fine.
i hope that anyone out there suffering from this condition finds comfort in friends, music, or whatever brings them joy because it's so frustrating when people are telling you that you're crazy. if the doctors won't listen, find new doctors who make you feel heard.
however, i must say that i am deathly afraid of getting pregnant again because i can't imagine going through the mental agony of being alone and sick AND pregnant. bravo to all those women who braved HG and conquered it, but had i known that my pregnancy would be what it was, i'd still be a virgin!