I just wanted to come on here & post a a few lines. Maybe this might help a little for someone who is at their witts end, as I have been, through this awful hell.
I wont get into my story too much, I'm sure most of you sufferers are all too aware of how this goes & I actually dont like to remember it too much.
I had severe hyperemesis from 5 & half weeks to 20 weeks. Hospitalised over 20 times & on the days I wasnt hospitalised I spent laying in my bed, miserable, desperate & losing my mind. I asked God to take me more than once. I have never experienced anything worse in my life. Every day I was battling against a force that seemed to have gotten into my head & was taking me over. I wasnt myself, I had such dark thoughts. I prayed for death.
Fast forward Im now 23 weeks & so relieved to say I have finally come out of it. Just as suddenly as it came it has gone. I feel like I have been given a 2nd chance at life. I am no longer a prisoner in my own home or the hospital bed. And more importantly I am no longer a prisoner in my own head. I can eat again, I can drink, I can walk & talk. I can go outside & take in a beautiful day, which seems so much more beautiful than I remember any day ever being.
Best of all, my twin babies are making their presence known to me every day & I feel so incredibly lucky to have survived this horror with my babies all safe & well.
Ladies, I know the horror of this awful condition, really & truly I do. But I promise you this too shall pass & a day will come when your life will get better & be worth living again.
I wish you all well, be brave, be strong.