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I know that I am a short tempered, fiery, stubborn, "I can do this" type of person who does not give up on things quickly or easily, and I have these traits for good reason. So getting to the point where I am sitting in a hospital room took maybe more than it should have.

After finding out that we were expecting for a second time, we all knew that I was going to be sick. With Toryn I was sick right up until he was born. In fact I was throwing up three days before I had him and at that point my water had already broken. Having morning sickness was an understatement, keep the path to the bathroom free and clear I was about to become very sick.

Things started pretty much the same way they did with Toryn only this time I noticed that I was sick sooner. By four and a half weeks I was starting to show and throwing up, not everything but enough that I noticed it. By five and a half weeks my list of foods that I could not eat was so long that it was a struggle to find something that my body could handle. Around this time I had become so ill that I was throwing up stomach acid and, if there was really nothing in my stomach I would just dry heave. This is probably the worst because dry heaving kills all your stomach muscles. It would get so bad that I would eat anything just so I had something to throw up.

So there I am one night at work rushing to the bathroom yet again and this time I am throwing up blood. Having never had this happen before, in a mad panic I drive my bawling eyed self to the only walk-in clinic that I know to get checked. Doctor says everything is fine and gave me some meds that "should" help with nausea. Should is the operative word here.

Now in my seventh week I am still throwing up everything and nothing but, I have my first appointment with my OBGYN. By this time I have lost just over 20 pounds but not freaking out because I did the same thing with Toryn. My doctor gives me the full check up and a new prescription. She also informs me that I will most likely follow the same path as I did with Toryn and be sick the whole time. Feeling slightly disappointed that the statement "It's easier the second time around," would not apply to me, we left the office planning to come back in a month for the heartbeat appointment.

Well two weeks go by and I seem to get worse. I am at the point where nothing stays down not even liquid, I am afraid to even swallow most times because that is enough liquid to make my stomach turn. At this point I have more than a handful of people telling me to go to the hospital.

So off we go to the ER and before I know it I am being pumped full of liquids and having an ultra sound done. After four hours the baby is fine and I was just really dehydrated. We went home with yet another new prescription hoping that maybe this one would work better than the others.

The next day I was back in the ER with horrible stomach pains, so this time they pumped me full of liquids and meds and kept me over night. The next morning they did another ultra sound, said that everything still looked good and sent me home with a new $700 prescription. By this time my mom had come down to help with Toryn and with things around the house. I spent the next day at home laying on the couch trying to handle a tsp of liquid every two hours which, I was still throwing up.

By that night I was so exhausted and sick that I just wanted to go to bed. Well on the way I passed out. To me I figured that I had just stood up too fast, I thought nothing of it and went to bed. The next morning I had the lovely experience of passing out again, so true to form my mom packs up everything, puts me in the car and rushes me back to the ER.

A few hours later I am being diagnosed with Hyperemisis Graviderum and am admitted to the hospital. So here I sit in room 312, dehydrated, risking heart, kidney and liver failure, down about 30lbs, frustrated, defeated and lost in the questions of how it all got so bad.