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, , | Unfiltered | January 20, 2022

At this time I am living in another state for study while my husband is living in our home state to continue working. He comes to my college to visit me and we get a bit too excited to see each other and forget to use contraception, a silly thing on our part, but we are grateful and happy to find out a few weeks later that we are expecting a baby. At first we plan that I will finish my course as I only have two months to go before moving back to our home state, but when I’m around 6 weeks pregnant I end up with such severe morning sickness that I am vomiting up everything in my stomach every 30 minutes to an hour, even water. After around 10 days of this I call the national health service line that recommends I go to hospital for fluids. The closest hospital is in the rural town I’m studying in, and only consists of an emergency department and basic care. My college principal’s wife accompanies me to the hospital as I am in no condition to drive and very nervous about getting needles.
From the start we have problems as the nurses think I’m just a young mum who didn’t realise women get sick when pregnant. They avoid me and roll their eyes when in the room and don’t call in the doctor (who is on call in a small hospital on the weekend) until one of the nurses realises I haven’t kept down the 500ml of water I’ve tried to drink over the last three days.
When the doctor arrives, he ignores me and only addresses the principals wife believing she is my mother, even though I’m 24. He begins asking me my medical history.
Doctor: ‘Do you have any pre existing medical conditions?’
Me: ‘Yes, I have depression, anxiety, OCD and PTSD. I’m on (medication) for it but I’ve been throwing it up after I take it.’
Doctor: ‘You know that everyone has depression at some point in their lives, right? You don’t have to declare it.’
Me: ‘My first suicide attempt was when I was 12 years old.’
Doctor: ‘Oh, I guess that is a more severe case.’
Eventually he decides I should have IV fluids and they put me on a three hour drip. During this time a new nurse comes in who is very kind and realises something could actually be more severe than ‘a bit of morning sickness’ and urges me to come back if I continue to be as sick as I am.
A week later I am still very sick and find myself in the same situation requiring fluids so I return. This time I am helped by yet another nurse, nurse #2 who is worse than all the others combined. She does not call the doctor at all and speaks down to me, barely listening to my answers and concerns.
Nurse #2: ‘Make sure you only eat very plain food, anything spicy or fatty can make you feel more nauseous.’
Me: ‘I’ve only been eating plain water crackers and milk arrowroot biscuits. Even when I don’t eat I find my body trying to vomit even though I have nothing in my stomach.’
Nurse #2: ‘well if you eat anything heavy you will feel worse. And only drink water, you can try ginger tea too, that helps some women.’
Me: ‘I’ve tried ginger, it made me even worse. I can’t stomach anything, not even water.’
Nurse #2: ‘well if you stop eating fatty food you won’t vomit so we won’t be calling the doctor or giving you any IV fluids. We will give you an injection to reduce the vomiting from what you’ve already eaten and you can go home.’

I’m so tired and exhausted from vomiting I don’t argue and I’m just thankful for some medication to stop me vomiting. She says she will inject it into my buttocks, but misses and injects it into my side in a very painful spot where I end up feeling terrible pain for a week and can’t even touch the area without gasping in pain.
A few days later, my husband and I decide it’s best I move back home as I cannot study in my condition. I book the next flight home.
The day after arriving to my home state my husband takes me to the chemist to buy more vomit bags. When in line a staff member notices me pale and shaking in the line and pulls me to the side to ring me up away from their customers.
Cashier: ‘You must have a terrible bug, you are so pale.’
Me: ‘No, just pregnant. Morning sickness sucks’
The cashier stops and studies me for a moment before pulling me over to a desk with a blood pressure monitor and takes my pulse. She then walks away and makes a phone call and returns with a very serious tone in her voice.
Cashier: ‘I’m not usually a cashier here, I’m midwife. I’m here for a specific program for new mothers to come in and have checkups and ask questions, but it’s quiet so I thought I would help the staff. Now, you are severely dehydrated. You need to go to hospital now for fluids. I have called (nearest large hospital) and they are expecting you.
At first I object, because of the way I was treated at the last hospital I had begun to assume that I was just unable to cope with standard sickness that comes with pregnancy, but my husband urges me to take her advice and we go to (nearest large hospital).
Nearly as soon as we arrive we are taken through to a room where IV fluids are waiting and an RN brings in medication #2. They advise me that the medication that nurse #2 injected into my hip is actually considered dangerous for pregnant women and that studies have shown that it causes deformities in animal foetuses. A doctor diagnoses me with a condition called Hyperemesis Gravidarum, that causes severe vomiting for the full duration of pregnancy. Medication #2 works excellently and I end up having to take it three times a day right up until my healthy, and hydrated, baby boy is born.

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