Happy Mother's Day??

Well...Mother's Day was a little bit of Déjà vu. Not a good Déjà vu, but more like a "I'm in the hospital because I can't stop throwing up" kinda Déjà vu. It started Wednesday night with my usual routine: I ate dinner and then threw-up, but then I threw up again...and again...I slept a bit...and then threw-up again. You get the picture. This same thing happened with Brooks, so I knew it wasn't going to stop. My condition is labeled as:
"Hyperemesis gravidarum (HG) is a severe form of morning sickness, with "unrelenting, excessive pregnancy-related nausea and/or vomiting that prevents adequate intake of food and fluids."[1] Hyperemesis is considered a rare complication of pregnancy...Estimates of the percentage of pregnant women afflicted range from 0.3% to 2.0%." Basically, I start a violent cycle and I can't stop until I get enough fluids in my body. Chad took me in Thursday morning about 8:00 and we stayed in the ER until about 12:00. I got a bag of fluids and was finally able to eat some Jello. I was feeling better, so they sent me home. I walked in the door and went straight to the bathroom to throw up. Uh-oh. The cycle was not over. I throw up a bit more and tried to keep some Sprite down, but nothing was working. I decided to drive myself in again. This time I was even throwing up with my IV. I was feeling pretty awful. They decided to admit me because after one bag of fluids I was still sick. They moved me to the woman's center wing and I got a more comfortable room and more fluids. They pumped my veins all night long while I tried to get some sleep. I was finally released Friday afternoon about 4:00 after being able to eat some Jello and chicken broth. My mom and Mark came down Friday night (as originally planned) so we could spend Mother's Day together. Well, I don't think I left the couch on Saturday. My mom did everything! I threw up once at night, but that's normal. On Sunday I got up a little bit, but I was still pretty weak and not eating much. Chad was going out of town for the week, so my mom decided to stay to make sure I had time to recover and to help out with Brooks. I am so thankful that she was able to do that for me. I came home from work everyday and crashed while she cooked, cleaned and took care of Brooks. Mother's Day wasn't a big party or anything this year...but I sure did have plenty of time with my mama. Thanks, Mom - You're the best!

Just so you don't think she did it all of me...

...Brooks and Gammy had plenty of time to hang out!