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Turns out… getting sick when you’re pregnant is awful.

Ahh, the b word… bronchitis. Apparently, not something you want to get when you’re pregnant. It was the day after my baby shower (which was an awesome day – post on that coming soon!) and I started to get a headache as I was sorting through our teeny, tiny baby presents. I chalked it up to fatigue, stopped what I was doing, and climbed into bed. What followed was a fitful night of fever complete with shivering, shaking chills and inexplicable hot spells. The covers were on. Then they were off. I opened the window, closed the window, opened the window and turned on the fan. Heat went on, heat went off. When the sun started to come up, I was a delirious and sweaty pregnant person. Preeeeeeeetty gross.

In the back of my head, I knew this wasn’t an emergency or I would have gone to the ER. Something stopped me from overreacting, but I still needed some guidance and my doctor wasn’t open yet. So, I did what I always tell my pregnant friends not to do: I googled my symptoms. The internet is a whole new world of insane for pregnant women who are sick. I immediately felt myself losing touch with the reasonable person I was just a few minutes prior (that whole “I don’t need to go to the ER” thing) and started thinking things like, “This is it. You’ve gotten some rare form of the flu and have one day left to live.” Of course, my husband was away for a couple of days and that left me to talk to the dog about my newfound anxiety – he’s usually a captive audience, but he just wanted to go back to sleep since I kept him up all night with my feverish activities.

As soon as I could, with my flu fears fueling my crazy mind, I got in to see the doctor. I started going on about how I didn’t want to take any flu meds, and if it was the flu what did it mean for the baby, and what could we do and… he stopped me. He seemed much less concerned than I was about my symptoms (as in, I was convinced I was dying thanks to internet message boards and he knew that this was not the case). He gave me a flu test (which confirmed that I was flu-free), listened to my chest, and rightfully predicted that I was coming down with bronchitis. I left with instructions to rest, hydrate, and call him in a couple of days to update him on how I was feeling.

The next day, right on cue, I began wheezing, coughing, and embarked on almost two weeks of bronchitis hell. Being pregnant complicated matters – making recovery longer, more difficult, and everything in general way more uncomfortable (like coughing when a little person is smushing both your chest and your bladder, at the same time). I proceeded to create what I can only call a nest out of pillows, blankets, and books. I was surrounded by Gatorade bottles, ice packs, Tylenol, Popsicle wrappers, and spent most days watching terrible daytime television. I stayed that way for way too long – seriously, the weather went from the last dregs of winter to the first signs of spring during my convalescence. When I finally felt good enough to emerge, I disinfected everything I had touched for the previous two weeks and slowly, but surely, became a contributing member of society once again.

The silver lining in the entire situation was also what made me a little completely stir-crazy: I had to clear my schedule and “do nothing” for almost two weeks. Even well into the third trimester, I had been thriving on my busy schedule but being sick forced me to cancel everything and settle in for some true rest. I really couldn’t tell you the last time I did that!

Given all the resting I was doing, plus the sleepless nights spent wheezing and coughing, I had a lot of down time to think and reflect. In the home stretch of being pregnant, and on the brink of a major life change, I decided I was grateful for the down time, even if I was feeling really gross.

Soon enough, we’ll be welcoming the baby into our lives – learning a whole new way of balancing out priorities, responsibilities, and obligations. So, for the next few weeks I’m just going to soak it all in. Instead of over-scheduling myself and squeezing those last few activities in before baby, I’m just going to relax, take lots of deep breaths, and enjoy the calm before succumbing to the insanity of having a newborn.

I’ll let you know how that goes 😉

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Fashion show at the ER

The last couple of days have been… interesting. I was scheduled to leave at 4:45am Monday morning (yesterday) for a business trip, so on Sunday I packed, got myself ready, and went to bed. Flash forward to Monday at 3am and I was sick as a dog with the stomach flu – I frantically called around to cancel my travel arrangements before the car service showed up at my front door.

The next several hours were progressively difficult; I was unable to keep anything down, not even water, and shed five pounds because I was so dehydrated. In the early afternoon I rallied – I felt a bit better and managed to eat four whole saltines – the crowning achievement of the day. Shortly afterwards, my fever spiked and I was feeling weaker than ever. My mom came by to check in on me, took one look at me, and made the executive decision that I needed some medical attention – off to the ER we went. 

It helps to try to find at least some humor in these types of situations, so when the nurse checking me in complimented me on my Christmas-theme pajama pants, I told her she should pay close attention to the rest of my outfit: a bright pink sports bra, powder blue tank top, and bright aqua zip-up hoodie. When she asked if I needed a wheelchair to get to my room, which was at the end of one of the long, bright hallways of the ER, I decided to walk. She said she’d be right next to me if I felt faint, and joked that this way, everyone else in the ER could see my outfit. I told her that I felt like a model, strutting my stuff down the catwalk during fashion week. I considered holding up the puke bucket garbage pail that I brought from home like a trophy as I paraded down the hall… but I refrained.

It was a pretty short visit – they gave me fluids and anti-nauesa meds and I left a few hours later with strict instructions to limit my diet to the blandest of bland foods, but a fun perk was that the nurse suggested popsicles as a way to get much needed fluids and sugars back into my body. I’m feeling well enough today to write this short post, so I know I’m on the mend. Other than that, I’ve been cleaning out the DVR, napping, and watching solid reruns of Saved by the Bell.

The last couple of days have been a good reminder of maintaining balance – of taking the time to rest and take care of your body when it’s clearly sending out distress signals. I called into the meeting that I missed by phone, and while it wasn’t ideal, it sufficed. I’m lucky that I didn’t get sick in Denver, or worse, en route.

That’s all for now, just a quick check-in – I hope to be back to some regularly scheduled posts later this week!

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