I got my glucose test results back. The office called and informed me that I had passed my test. Big sigh of relief although I eat very healthy, its just always nerve wracking and anything can happen in pregnancy. A few days later I went in for my 30 week check up and told my doctor about my nausea and migraines. He looked through my chart and noted that my blood glucose had come back really strange. I was suddenly upset that maybe the nurse had told me wrong and I hadn’t actually passed. He proceeded to tell me that technically I passed, but my blood sugar was extremely low.
My blood sugar was 31. To put this in perspective, with Sterling, my first son, my glucose test came back with a result of 88 and I was told my results were, “beautiful!” The low blood sugar was likely the cause of my migraines. He said, “If you think you have a headache, those babies aren’t growing because you’re not feeding them.” He told me that though I was not a diabetic patient, he want to treat me like one in that my diet should be primarily consisting of protein and fat.
Thankfully, my diet is already mostly fat and protein so I didn’t have do to a whole nutritional makeover. I just needed to eat more frequently and really push the calories to get myself and the babies gaining weight. I think in some ways that’s every pregnant woman’s fantasy; her doctor telling her to “gain more weight.”
Over the next few days I went to town eating as much as I could. It was a lot harder than I expected. I was incredibly nauseous and sick feeling . I felt like food just sat in my stomach and didn't digest. I was determined to eat a lot though, I was worried about my little baby A who was still measuring small. Baby A was falling behind more and more each week and after my recent blood sugar results, I felt incredibly guilty. It wasn't like I was purposely not eating or trying to prevent weight gain. I was trusting my body to tell me when I was hungry and eat at those times which is what I try to always do.
I felt like I was doing really well eating more consistently and larger amounts then I got the flu. At first, I thought it was just a bad day with the third trimester nausea but it just kept increasing as the day went on and was accompanied by and intense migraine. With my doctor's words echoing in my head, I tried to force down a high protein smoothie before laying down for a nap. I wanted to attempt to sleep off this awful headache. When I woke up it actually felt slightly better but soon returned.
By evening, it had increased in intensity so much that I grabbed a giant mixing bowl from the kitchen to have next to me as I sat in bed reading. I've only thrown up a handful of times in my entire life so I have a hard time telling how close I actually am to the real thing. I didn't trust myself to be able to make it to the bathroom if I suddenly thought I was actually going to throw up.
Good thing I decided to take it because I did end up throwing up into that bowl in bed and I filled it to the brim. I felt pretty traumatized by that experience but my stomach felt so much better after that I was actually relieved. I know most people say that you feel better after throwing up but I normally just don't care. I'm so scared of throwing up that I would rather feel super sick than experience puking.
I threw up two more times at home within the next few hours and although I was drinking warm water between episodes to try and stay hydrated, I didn't know when it was going to stop and I was scared of getting dehydrated. I'd already been in labor and delivery with preterm labor contractions just six weeks ago due to dehydration. I called my OB and told him the situation and he told me to go in to triage and he would order me a few bags of fluids to make sure I stayed hydrated and healthy.
To my horror, I violently threw up again in triage right as the two nurses walked in to take my vitals. I spent about five hours getting two bags of fluid and nausea meds before being discharged and sent home. So much for trying to gain weight. I barely ate at all in the days following this awful night with the flu.