|I have developed a real affection for fainting goats. This may seem strange, but you will understand why as you read on. I feel a tremendous connection with them, see a great short video of them in action (or inaction) here.|
|My two adorable puppies!|
|My first munchkin (love!)|
Then.....<dun dun duuuuun> I got pregnant. By the end of Dec 2010 I knew something was wrong. I was having to pull over while driving and having bouts of extreme dizziness & feeling like I was going to pass out, my heart rate went bonkers, and I felt totally dehydrated. I actually had to sit in front of my friends house for over 2 hours before I felt well enough to drive at one point (she kept me company- thanks Lindz!). Then I found out that I was, indeed, knocked up. This was not planned, and came as a big surprise, as the timing was REALLY bad...my husband is a teacher and it put the due date right when school started (most teachers try and time births around summer break), and we were in the middle of opening another, even bigger business. I was going a million miles an hour, had just added a very successful linen rental portion to Bella Flora, and moved the business into a new showroom.
|Oooooo.....pretty new linens!|
|More pretty linens and flowers!|
Sooooo....about a week after finding out I was pregnant and going to doctor, we decided to wean me off the only medicine I was taking due to the danger to the baby. I had already had an increase in "I feel funny" symptoms, and had to put the brakes on a bit of my hectic lifestyle. Then, as if a switch was flipped, I was knocked on my butt. Literally. On a Sunday at home, while feeling pretty crappy already, I jumped up to pull my then 2 year old son down from the kitchen counter he had climbed onto, and started blacking out. My heart rate shot up, so I did the usual - laid down on the couch flat, and did some deep breathing. My heart continued to race, and my whole body started to shake, and I still felt like I would pass out. We finally decided after 30 minutes of this to call 911, as I could not get up and figured I may need some IV fluids.
I went to the ER, got some fluids, and they sent me on my way, saying I was dehydrated. I was home trying to just cope for the next two days, when the vertigo kicked in. WOW. I have never experinced extreme vertigo before, and wouldn't wish it on anyone. Well, that's not true - maybe Hitler, Bin Laden, and this bride that never paid for her damaged chair covers. It was indescribable, and coupled with my other dizzy lightheaded feelings, weakness, flu like symptoms, and general panic at the fact that I was not able to function with so much going on - or care for my toddler, it was horrible. I called the Obstetrician, and they told me to go to the ER. So I did.
Same deal - was told I was probably dehydrated, they gave me IV fluids and some meds for vertigo, and put me in a dark room to see if they would work. No such luck. I was admitted to the hospital, and this was the real start of the mostly downhill roller coaster ride that was 2011.
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