Well the past week was definitely interesting... Things started a little shaky on Thursday when my three year old threw up a few times out of nowhere. He had no fever and no symptoms, just a few vomit episodes over the course of six hours. I thought maybe food poisoning but the timing and food he consumed didn't seem suspicious. I worked to hydrate him and he was fine later that afternoon so I didn't think much of it.
Fast forward to Friday late night. About midnight, I was trying to go to bed and felt funky. I couldn't tell if the baby was being active and making me uncomfortable but I tossed around for about two hours. When I started feeling uneasy laying flat, I was able to identify a funny tummy twinge. I ended up in the bathroom tossing my cookies about 2am, then again around 5am, and finally at 8am. Being 35 weeks pregnant and so violently ill, I called the on-call doc and asked for advice. He recommended if I couldn't keep liquid down that I go to the hospital.
My husband and I decided I should go after the 5am incident (all the fluid I have consumed for past three hours) but we wanted to wait until my son woke up and see if we could get some grandparent backup. As we waited over the course of the next two hours, he got sick too! Code red: both parents down! Thankfully my parents were able to come. My husband went to an urgent care to get some meds, my mom went with me to the hospital, and my dad stayed with the boy. They got me checked in at the OB ward and confirmed I was severely dehydrated. Baby was fine but I was actually having contractions every 4-6 minutes. Yikes! I knew my stomach was cramping/tightening but didn't feel like I would go into labor. I was put on an IV and given a shot for nausea. A few hours and three bags of drip later I was released to go home.
Both my husband and I were knocked out all day Saturday and pretty worthless Sunday. The virus was fast but the after effects of lost sleep, body cramps and dehydration were brutal. We were both glad to be on the mend Sunday evening but disappointed to lose the whole weekend. So much for being productive.
As we turned in early Sunday night, it began to rain. A strong storm but nothing that seemed too worrisome. At 1am I was awakened by the doorbell and knocking on our front door. What in the what?! My bleary eyed husband answered to find our neighbor in a wet suit! He had come over to tell us that if we didn't move our car from the street it was about to float away! The rain had come so hard and fast that our street had become a lake and the water had crept so high it was almost at our house. The mailbox was like an island and the grass was submerged. Obviously, we were again wide awake all night again and worried we were about to be flooded.
Thankfully, the rain let up and the drains began working but the Houston area was wrecked for the next several days. The creek near our house basically cut off all access to driving and as I worked from home I took it very easy--I did not want to go into labor and have to be army airlifted out of my house! I was told to follow-up with my OB on Monday after being in the hospital but with the floods, even their office was closed and I was unable to speak with anyone until Wednesday morning. After catching up with the nurse, we decided I should just stay put and stay hydrated. I had an ultrasound and 36 week appointment scheduled for Monday. That was only 4 days away...what could go wrong?
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