*Written on the day we hit 20 weeks – Sunday 8th January.
In stark contrast to my positivity at the 19 week stage, week 20 was pretty shit. I’m not going to sugar coat it. I went back to work after the New Years weekend on Tuesday and after we’d sat in traffic for nearly 2 hours for a journey that should have taken us 20 minutes I really should have known how the rest of the day was going to pan out. Not even an hour after arriving at work, as I compared two pairs of jeans for a display in one of our shops, I suddenly came over extremely hot and the room began spinning at a pace I wasn’t sure possible. It was as though I was on one of those teacup rides you find at the Fun Fair and I’d made the mistake of letting Sean steer again. Next thing I know, I’m on the floor having passed out for just a second and suddenly surrounded by the entire shop staff and my Mother in Law who is one of our first aiders at work.
The rest of the day went by in a blur and despite the drama of it all, I couldn’t help myself but laugh at what had just gone on. It really did come out of nowhere. One minute I was chatting & laughing, the next there I was on the floor. All very surreal.
A croissant to get my sugar levels up and a call to the maternity unit later, Sean picked me up from work and I headed home to spend the rest of the day under a duvet nackered and a bit disorientated.
Just before we headed to bed that night, I went to the toilet as I normally would and suddenly felt a sharp pain in my stomach as I pee’d. Bugger. ‘I bet it’s a bloody water infection.’ I thought. I remember my friend whose son has just turned a year, having similar symptoms in pregnancy as me, dizziness, fainting with the addition of reduced movements. She’d ended up in hospital and diagnosed with a water infection.
I decided it was best to get checked out on Wednesday and so took the day off and headed to the doctors, fuelled by as much sugar as I could muster for breakfast to try and avoid any more passing out! I arrived and the paramedic who takes on same day appointments called me and just as I’d walked in to her room I’d once again come over dizzy and fuzzy headed. She took my temperature straight away and identified that I had a fever, before testing the urne sample I’d been asked to do upon arrival at the surgery. I had a very strong infection, with both white blood cells and blood in my urine. It would have to be sent of to the hospital for further analysis.
Next she took my bloodpressure which was normal (for me) and my heart rate. My heart rate was irregular and so I spent half an hour hooked up to a monitor as she kindly chatted about pregnancy and such. The wiggy lnes the monitor printed were sent up, along with my sample to the duty GP who decided that they were probably linked and that the infection was likely causing the extra beats which in turn could be the reason I was feeling so wobbly.
Sent home with strict instructions to keep my fluids and sugars up and a prescription for antibiotics, I was to rest and get back in touch on the emergency line if I fainted or passed out. And that I did, with a hazy head I made my way home to my pj’s and curled up on the sofa in front of Nashville reruns, still dizzy and fuzzy each time I got up.
Thursday morning came and I decided to head back into work. Mum drove as normal, and I’d had a protein packed smoothie for breakfast with every intention of grabbing a croissant or something when I arrived at work. Well, we were barely parked before I started to feel very unwell again and after tears and hormones escaping we decided it was probably best I skipped work again and went home to rest. I HATE being off sick, and after what had happened after my operation with my last employer, the idea of having time off fills me with panic. I walked in to the office to tell them and then waited for a friend to come and pick me up to go home. And there I stayed, under my blanket until Saturday morning, when I eventually started to feel a bit better and came back to work.
Just when I was starting to relax and enjoy this bump journey, we seemed to have hit a bit of a slump. But, now we have hit the half way mark and have our 20 week scan to look forward to on Tuesday. We’ve everything crossed baby is still thriving.