I registered here today. I haven't done so before because I'm no native English speaker and I was a little bit afraid of all the medical terminology connected to HG. However, I will have the online dictionary close by and will try to understand as much as possible
I was born 1980 in Switzerland. I have been married for an astonishing 8 years in July. My first daughter was born in May 2008 (she just turned 4) and my second daughter in October 2010.
I only realized I was pregnant with my first when I felt oh so sick. I am known to throw up a lot when I am sick. My mum had to feed me with a spoon when I was not even 1 year old, because I was starting to dehydriate. So when I testes positive it was fine with me, I just thought I was overreacting to morning sickness. Two weeks later I was convinced that there was something wrong. I could hardly walk anymore, I threw up every 15 minutes from 7 in the morning til 10 at night. Only during the night I was nausea free. I was sent to the hospital beginning week 9 when I had lost 12kg. Until week 20 the longest period of time I spent at home was three days. All I usually got at the hospital was fluids through IV, when it hit really hard I got one shot of Zofran. It helped in the beginning. In week 17 I was at home and started throwing up again. I was so scared when there was blood coming up. My husband carried me into the hospital. I threw up 10 days straight, every 10-15 minutes. My throat burned so much and I was sooooo thirsty, but I couldn't take one sip of water. After 10 days they started the parentaral nutrition. 2.5 weeks later I was feeling a little better, not throwing up more than 2 times a day and it was Christmas, so they took away the nutrition and sent me home. I puked myself through Christmas eve, but the next day I started eating (very, very little) and it stayed down. I was off work til delivery, usually trying to sleep until 11am because the mornings were the worst. I would eat lunch at my mum's and feel awful again afterwards, so I would spend my time on the couch. On better days I watched tv, on the normal days I just lay there and waited for hubby to come home. It stopped the morning after my daughter was born (c-section due to breech presentation).
I thought I was prepared when we started trying for a second one. And I kept holding on to that tiny little chance that it would be different. It wasn't. I spent 6 weeks at the hospital after losing 9kgs at home. Luckily, I could avoid the parentaral nutrition. In the hospital they gave me Chlorazin through IV's. It's a drug only available in Switzerland. In week 18 they casually mentioned that it is also available in pill form. Well, thank you! I demanded to go home when they wanted to try cortisone to stimulate my appetite. One night I forgot to take the Chlorazin and I was back at the hospital the day after, throwing up every 15 minutes. 10 days later I was out again and stayed at home til delivery, always on Chlorazin. Life was bearable, especially as I could be at my mums in the beginning until I could take care of my daughter by myself again....
Still, we wanted a third one. Don't ask us why. There is no logical explanation, just the heart...
I got pregnant in February. I went to the gyn merely days after finding out, demanding Chlorazin from the beginning. I never took it, though, because the nausea was bearable, I only threw up once or twice in the morning. And I was worried. I knew
how a pregnancy felt for me and this wasn't it. Everyone was chiding me, telling me to enjoy, that I had earned a "normal" pregnancy, but it was nagging in the back of my head that something was wrong. In week 9 I had the first gyn appointment with ultrasound and only seconds in it was clear, that there was no embryo. 5 days later I gave birth to the amniotic cavity. I felt sick for longer than after a "normal delivery" and even now, 6 weeks later, there is still hcg in my bloodsystem.
Of course we're anxious I might have another miscarriage or most likely another HG pregnancy, but we're hoping for the best and a third wonder.
So. That's my story.
I think my case was mild when I read about others. But I sure didn't think so during
the pregnancy. I was the most severe case they had ever seen at the hospital I was at. Which is why I had to fight for Zofran. Good thing is, after two HG pregnancies, the gyn actually asked me which drugs I wanted or preferred.
I hope for all of us that a cure is found soon. Or they figure out what exactly causes HG because I am scared for my daughters. But then, my mum didn't have it, neither did my grandmother, but my mother-in-law had 5 HG pregnancies, which is just... weird.
Enough rambling. I'll roam the forum some more now.