Hammerojustice
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I have a heavy burden on my heart and I need to put something out there.
This is long, and I apologize for it now. The point of this is more to raise awareness than anything and to vent.
For those who didn't/don't know, my wife suffered through 4 HG (Hyperemesis Gravidarum) pregnancies (resulting in 3 kids and 1 miscarriage). For those who aren't familiar with HG, check out http://www.helpher.org/ which deals with HG. My wife was hospitalized at least once (one pregnancy 4 times) with each time receiving 4 different medications and intravenous fluids (each visit was at least 2 liters of fluids and such) due to severe dehydration...
For many, HG doesn't end with the end of the pregnancy (birth or miscarriage)... Many develop PTSD.
Last night in the UK, one of the founding members of my wife's support group lost her battle with HG PTSD and threw herself in front of a train... She leaves behind 3 and 1 year old daughters. She was 32.
This is the content from the one of the other founding members of the support group my wife is a member of...
My wife wrote this today on her facebook wall in response:
My response to her was that she is
I also shared the post from the group to the support group for those who support these women who we call HG Warriors...
Those who know me know I don't cry easily and I'm sitting here at work seriously fighting back tears... I just needed to get this off my chest.
Sorry
This is long, and I apologize for it now. The point of this is more to raise awareness than anything and to vent.
For those who didn't/don't know, my wife suffered through 4 HG (Hyperemesis Gravidarum) pregnancies (resulting in 3 kids and 1 miscarriage). For those who aren't familiar with HG, check out http://www.helpher.org/ which deals with HG. My wife was hospitalized at least once (one pregnancy 4 times) with each time receiving 4 different medications and intravenous fluids (each visit was at least 2 liters of fluids and such) due to severe dehydration...
For many, HG doesn't end with the end of the pregnancy (birth or miscarriage)... Many develop PTSD.
Last night in the UK, one of the founding members of my wife's support group lost her battle with HG PTSD and threw herself in front of a train... She leaves behind 3 and 1 year old daughters. She was 32.
This is the content from the one of the other founding members of the support group my wife is a member of...
"Shocked doesn't describe how I feel. One of my first hG friends, one of the co-founders of our group has gone.
We told her she needed help so long ago but she wouldn't accept it. We argued and fell out. I tried last month to get our friendship back and offer an ear if she needed it. Too little too late.
HG is not morning sickness. It destroys ur soul and leaves many of us in such a state with depression, anxiety and PTSD. Polly was diagnosed with further complications but was HG the start of pushing her into the darkness and these issuing breaking through?
When will the nhs listen and treat us properly. When will nhs mental health services for HG sufferers improve instead of us being told HG is no reason to be suffering mental health problems!!
I should have done so much more and I'll live with that forever. Today I'll be driving up to see where it happened and be asking myself why I didn't just drive up last month and see her.
She was my HG bath buddy, the first HG warrior I ever met who truly related to what we all went through and now she's gone.
2 little girls left behind who will never know the free spirit of their mum.
Polly I hope your resting now and get some peace xxxxt"
My wife wrote this today on her facebook wall in response:
The Truth. The Ugly Truth...
July 14, 2015 at 1:18pm
HG, hyperemesis gravidarum is so much more than you'll ever know.
To most, it just looks like a woman who can't shake morning sickness. But it's not! It beats you down. Starving you, physically and mentally during a time that should be joyful, enjoyed and loved.
Being such an unusual condition, and terribly misunderstood, it's hard to find people who can relate. I had people close to me who were tremendous support, both emotionally and physically. Who watched me deal, endure, lose my strength and were there to pick me up and help me when I couldn't do it myself... and thanks to the internet, I found a support group. I was there when they created it, They named it HG Warriors, because truth be told to make it through, you really are. Filled with Momma's from all over the WORLD, going through their own struggles with this.
But, I got to a point where I just stopped talking about it, to just about everyone. I even began to JOKE about my misery, my pain. How I was growing a baby and losing weight, how many storm drains I'd puked in during the kids carpooling... (taking the kids to and from school, as hard as it was, kept me going. Was a daily reminder that I WAS getting through this)
Because, let's be honest, do you really want to know when you ask someone you know isn't well, how they're doing?? You ask to be kind, but the truth of how I am, will either bring you down or make you think I'm CRAZY.
I accepted the "wow, you look great", and " you're really still sick?, I couldn't tell" as COMPLIMENTS!! I must have been doing something right if nobody could tell, right? {Sigh}
But the truth is, I felt broken, hollow.
To keep myself from throwing up all day long, I chose to only eat when my body wasn't going to puke. That meant I ONLY ate and drank ONE time a day, for my entire last trimester. Three months, I only consumed a meal between 6 and 8pm... I consumed only 760 calories a DAY, total. When most pregnant women are consuming at least 2,000!!!
I was so thirsty, I'd get migraines, my lips began to peel and I would only pee twice a day. I'd call my husband in tears because I was SO hungry I just could not stand it. I was starving myself, because I'd rather know I could eat those calories and keep them in, than risk eating any other time which would set off hours of non stop vomiting.
That was when I could eat and keep it down. I spent the first 5 months throwing up most, if not all of what went into me, including my own spit...yup, my own saliva made me vomit just by swallowing it!! I would vomit for so long, my body wouldn't stop even once it was empty. I'd pee myself, my throat would bleed and my eyes would get bloodshot...I did this at least 10x a day, for on average, 5 months. With three full term pregnancies.
But I looked good, right...
I was terribly anemic, so much so, my blood pressure began to plummet from just trying to walk from the garage to the house, or the van to the school door. I'd have to stop and catch my breath. I had a bp monitor which I was asked to use and it was dropping to things like 76/52. And yet, I was still conscious. Thank you heart.
The day Reagan was born, my iron was down to 7.3. My Dr hadn't told me, because he knew he'd be able to deliver her safely. By the next day, it was down more. Below 5!! When the nurses would come in to do routine checks on me, they were SHOCKED that I was able to walk myself to the bathroom. Most people with hemoglobin levels that low can hardly lift their head from the pillow and I was up walking and talking.
My body had gotten so used to surviving on so little, that it just kept on chugging along!!
But, there's only so far you can go. My body lived in a constant state of survival mode that once I was able to eat again...I piled weight on and on and on, no matter how well I ate. My kidneys took their dear sweet time getting back on track...
For some of us, once the baby is born, life gets back to normal. But like any long illness, it takes its toll. Some suffer from PPD, like many other women who've had babies. But PTSD is a common occurrence also. You just can't shake it, HG is still haunting you even though you've had your baby. I had flashbacks for months, especially during the winter, reminding me of all of the pain I'd been enduring. It wasn't until Reagan was about 9 months old that I was beginning to feel like a person again. I just got up every day, went through the motions, but couldn't focus on anything, couldn't spend time outside my own head, I was fogged over...
But I'm almost me again. Mostly good days, with a few random crappy ones, which we all get from time to time.
In light of the recent loss of one of the founders of my support group, to her own HG postpartum problems, I felt I needed you all to know that it's not over once the baby is born. Not for everyone.
Like any silent illness, we're forgotten and not taken seriously.
I have never been the kind of person who has taken well to asking others for help.
I AM the care taker. I am the one who helps others through their times of need. I have more than enough experience with some of the awful things life can throw at you and have been since I was Connor's age.
It's who I am.
I have always chosen to use those experiences for GOOD. To make it so they don't have to feel alone, have an outlet for their feelings, confusion, pain.
I have always felt like I have lived my life, so I can help others through theirs. Helping my extended family through a loss I never wanted to go through again, almost the exact same way, made it feel as though I was meant to be there.
We just lost one of those people. One of those who was always helping others, offering words of encouragement, support and caring. Her battle was just too great for her to bear and she couldn't let anyone in. My heart breaks. We soldiered on, together. Our babies were born around the same time. But her journey didn't end, she continued to suffer from physical and emotional illnesses. HG broke her, and she just couldn't recover.
But I am okay. I have my family, friends and am still a part of my HG group. We’re warriors. I have my scars and my memories and will carry them forever.
My response to her was that she is
"the most amazing and inspirational woman I have ever known. To all those who doubt the severity or reality of HG, they are beyond ignorant. You blow me away with your perseverance and strength. There is a reason I give you the well-deserved title of Super-Mom! I am very sorry for the loss of the founder of the support group who has brought you and other more comfort, compassion, and comic relief when needed respectively. Her passing is such a tragic loss.. I hope and pray that this brings the needs and awareness of HG to the forefront of OBs... As Dad mentioned, you hid the difficulties too well to all. I love you more than I can adequately express. You rock!"
I also shared the post from the group to the support group for those who support these women who we call HG Warriors...
"we need to be more vigilant beyond the pregnancy. I don't think many of us realize how long the war with HG lingers even after the birth (or loss) of our little ones by our SO... PTSD reared it's ugly head and a founding member from one of the major HG support groups is now gone. I personally feel like I didn't do enough for my bride after she dealt with each 4 of her HG pregnancies (3 kids and 1 miscarriage) and I feel like I could have been dealing with this. This is hitting me hard, and I didn't even know her. Fight! Stay Strong! Encourage your warrior (present as well as those who are beyond pregnancy). Be strong my brothers and sisters. Let your warrior know how much you appreciate them & what they are sacrificing for!"
Those who know me know I don't cry easily and I'm sitting here at work seriously fighting back tears... I just needed to get this off my chest.
Sorry
