Hospital again..
So as you all know by now I'm 18 Weeks pregnant! And as some of you probably know I've been having a hard time.
Let's go back to last week..
Friday 18th November.
I was shopping, I had successfully done one supermarket and now onto the next. It was Me, Chris and Noah and as we entered, I explained to Chris that I had started feeling unwell, Dizzy, headache and hot. We agreed this would be our last shop and we would go home. With that we carried on slowly. I was pushing the trolley and we were browsing. I then stopped Chris and told him that I was getting worse but still okay to shop. I was starting to lose my hearing and my vision was turning blurry. Chris went to grab something behind me and shouted to me could he have it. I couldn't hear him and I was getting really confused. He then appeared next to me concerned. I still couldn't hear him. We stopped and I explained that I would go to the cafe which was less than 100 Metres away and sit down and have some water which usually solves this. He then agreed as I told him to go pay and meet me at the cafe.
That's where it got bad..
I started losing all senses completely. Just standing still became the hardest thing to do and then next thing I know- I remember coming around and thinking my back was freezing and I was boiling hot! I still couldn't see or hear anything. It all then went black again. The second time, I woke up confused- I could see but only blurs. I pieced together that my dad was next to me. I then started being extremely anxious. I had no idea where I was, I could only recognise my dad when there was a few shop staff and a paramedic in my face. I didn't know where Chris and Noah was and I didn't know what was happening. All I knew was that my dad was next to me and I couldn't hear.
I had to tell my dad I couldn't hear anything and all these people were asking me questions. I had to rely on Dad to speak slowly so I could read his lips. I still hadn't realised I had passed out and that I was on the floor in the middle of a busy supermarket at lunch time!
While I had been out (Which by the way I had found out after I was out for 15 Minutes and that I kept drifting in and out of consciousness.) Chris had rang my dad and he rushed down to be with me. Chris arranged care for Noah. Luckily my Nan was in the same supermarket and had happened to be at the same aisle. And Chris had got the shop staff to get me blankets, pillows and ring an ambulance.
After that I started feeling better. Being pregnant I was rushed into hospital 45 minutes away to be checked over.
While there I was put on an ECG monitor to monitor my heart to rule out heart problems. A doctor then decided to try a theory.
She checked my blood pressure sitting down- 120/80 and then got me to stand up and checked again. 95/50. It was proven that every time I stand, my blood pressure drops!
It was then ruled there that I was not allowed to be alone at any time and that I had to accept that I cannot drive or look after Noah.
I then rested over the weekend. But now when I go out and I start feeling faint, I have to stop what I am doing and sit down and rest until my blood pressure returns to normal and I can continue. This will probably happen every time I go out. So if you see me sitting on the floor, come sit next to me and keep me company! (:
But there is nothing Doctors can do. It's just a grin and bear it.
I thought that was the end of the shit show!
Over the last few weeks I was diagnosed with SPD. Which is basically my pelvis is too weak to carry my own weight plus my ever growing belly. This is a condition that will get worse as I get bigger but will magically disappear when I give birth. So two or so weeks ago I was fitted for a belly brace or what I lovingly call a torture chamber which basically keeps my pelvis tight and together. But also means I struggle to bend and get up and down stairs.
That was alright, until I got bigger and now just feels like a piece of clothing.
Monday 21st November.
I had a physiotherapy appointment, where I spoke to this lovely woman and she saw how much pain I was in just moving around and doing basic movements like walking, sitting and getting onto the bed. She then showed me a new way to put my belly brace and it now feels more supporting. With that I have been giving sexy accessories which are my crutches. These take the strain from my hips and direct it to my arms and like my brace they have to be used from the from the minute I get up to the minute I go to sleep. Luckily as I'm on bedrest as above stated- I spend a lot of the time on the sofa where neither is required but I tell you... going to the toilet now takes 10 minutes to even get ready to go to. Which is not the ideal solution for a pregnant lady who has the bladder the size of a pea!
The physio woman also told me she would see me every 3 weeks and she will correspond with my consultant. But if they both agree my pain is getting worse.. my upgrade from crutches will be a wheelchair. Which is one thing I'm already dreading! I feel like an invalid as it is! Let alone being pushed around by my family!
I have been advised to make this my last pregnancy as
1. I can't go through this again! I'm struggling enough
2. The more times I get pregnant the weaker my pelvis becomes until eventually I will end up in a wheelchair permanently.
With this constant pain and fear/anxiety every time I go out. My mental health is taking a beating! I am starting to feel more and more depressed. I am stuck in the same room, day in and day out. Looking at the same four walls having the same conversations with the same people! I'm having to beg my parents to take me out to get fresh air and just to have human contact with the outside world!
My anxiety is through the roof every time I leave my house I have a panic attack that I'm gunna end up on the floor again! I hate feeling like this and I hate feeling like I'm putting a strain on everyone around me by having to sit down or I always feel like I am rushing them when I'm not. I don't want to be the burden!
So that's my life so far, I feel like I'm 90 and I have to have constant supervision! Oh the joys!
Until next time..
Let's go back to last week..
Friday 18th November.
I was shopping, I had successfully done one supermarket and now onto the next. It was Me, Chris and Noah and as we entered, I explained to Chris that I had started feeling unwell, Dizzy, headache and hot. We agreed this would be our last shop and we would go home. With that we carried on slowly. I was pushing the trolley and we were browsing. I then stopped Chris and told him that I was getting worse but still okay to shop. I was starting to lose my hearing and my vision was turning blurry. Chris went to grab something behind me and shouted to me could he have it. I couldn't hear him and I was getting really confused. He then appeared next to me concerned. I still couldn't hear him. We stopped and I explained that I would go to the cafe which was less than 100 Metres away and sit down and have some water which usually solves this. He then agreed as I told him to go pay and meet me at the cafe.
That's where it got bad..
I started losing all senses completely. Just standing still became the hardest thing to do and then next thing I know- I remember coming around and thinking my back was freezing and I was boiling hot! I still couldn't see or hear anything. It all then went black again. The second time, I woke up confused- I could see but only blurs. I pieced together that my dad was next to me. I then started being extremely anxious. I had no idea where I was, I could only recognise my dad when there was a few shop staff and a paramedic in my face. I didn't know where Chris and Noah was and I didn't know what was happening. All I knew was that my dad was next to me and I couldn't hear.
I had to tell my dad I couldn't hear anything and all these people were asking me questions. I had to rely on Dad to speak slowly so I could read his lips. I still hadn't realised I had passed out and that I was on the floor in the middle of a busy supermarket at lunch time!
While I had been out (Which by the way I had found out after I was out for 15 Minutes and that I kept drifting in and out of consciousness.) Chris had rang my dad and he rushed down to be with me. Chris arranged care for Noah. Luckily my Nan was in the same supermarket and had happened to be at the same aisle. And Chris had got the shop staff to get me blankets, pillows and ring an ambulance.
After that I started feeling better. Being pregnant I was rushed into hospital 45 minutes away to be checked over.
While there I was put on an ECG monitor to monitor my heart to rule out heart problems. A doctor then decided to try a theory.
She checked my blood pressure sitting down- 120/80 and then got me to stand up and checked again. 95/50. It was proven that every time I stand, my blood pressure drops!
It was then ruled there that I was not allowed to be alone at any time and that I had to accept that I cannot drive or look after Noah.
I then rested over the weekend. But now when I go out and I start feeling faint, I have to stop what I am doing and sit down and rest until my blood pressure returns to normal and I can continue. This will probably happen every time I go out. So if you see me sitting on the floor, come sit next to me and keep me company! (:
But there is nothing Doctors can do. It's just a grin and bear it.
I thought that was the end of the shit show!
Over the last few weeks I was diagnosed with SPD. Which is basically my pelvis is too weak to carry my own weight plus my ever growing belly. This is a condition that will get worse as I get bigger but will magically disappear when I give birth. So two or so weeks ago I was fitted for a belly brace or what I lovingly call a torture chamber which basically keeps my pelvis tight and together. But also means I struggle to bend and get up and down stairs.
That was alright, until I got bigger and now just feels like a piece of clothing.
Monday 21st November.
I had a physiotherapy appointment, where I spoke to this lovely woman and she saw how much pain I was in just moving around and doing basic movements like walking, sitting and getting onto the bed. She then showed me a new way to put my belly brace and it now feels more supporting. With that I have been giving sexy accessories which are my crutches. These take the strain from my hips and direct it to my arms and like my brace they have to be used from the from the minute I get up to the minute I go to sleep. Luckily as I'm on bedrest as above stated- I spend a lot of the time on the sofa where neither is required but I tell you... going to the toilet now takes 10 minutes to even get ready to go to. Which is not the ideal solution for a pregnant lady who has the bladder the size of a pea!
The physio woman also told me she would see me every 3 weeks and she will correspond with my consultant. But if they both agree my pain is getting worse.. my upgrade from crutches will be a wheelchair. Which is one thing I'm already dreading! I feel like an invalid as it is! Let alone being pushed around by my family!
I have been advised to make this my last pregnancy as
1. I can't go through this again! I'm struggling enough
2. The more times I get pregnant the weaker my pelvis becomes until eventually I will end up in a wheelchair permanently.
With this constant pain and fear/anxiety every time I go out. My mental health is taking a beating! I am starting to feel more and more depressed. I am stuck in the same room, day in and day out. Looking at the same four walls having the same conversations with the same people! I'm having to beg my parents to take me out to get fresh air and just to have human contact with the outside world!
My anxiety is through the roof every time I leave my house I have a panic attack that I'm gunna end up on the floor again! I hate feeling like this and I hate feeling like I'm putting a strain on everyone around me by having to sit down or I always feel like I am rushing them when I'm not. I don't want to be the burden!
So that's my life so far, I feel like I'm 90 and I have to have constant supervision! Oh the joys!
Until next time..
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