I want to first start out by saying every time I have found out I was pregnant I experienced extremely different symptoms. Every “body” and every pregnancy is so unique and so special. Today I am sharing my experience I had a couple of months ago when I found out I was pregnant while nursing.
Rewind to June when I tried weaning 12 month old Briton. That plan changed and I continued to nurse him when we came to a hard decision on what to do for birth control and/or if we should/or shouldn’t have anymore children. -this is my least favorite conversation of all time!
Because nursing has always worked in the past and I have never gotten pregnant while breastfeeding, we decided I should just keep on doing it until we had a strong answer and a good feeling of what we should do in the family planning department.
I’ve had really bad experiences with various methods of birth controls. multiple times I had to get IUD’s put back in because I would cramp so hard they fell out coupled with uncontrollable bleeding, long story short not a fan. I then tried the pill, gained major lbs, so continuing to breastfeed was a no brainer.
On Hudson’s birthday in August, I woke up early and told my husband I was going to go running before he went to work and told him to get the kids breakfast, I never do this. I actually snap chatted my run as I was passing out some last min. party invites to neighbors. My stomach was feeling puffy, which was odd because I hadn’t eaten a lot, and I was in the best shape I had ever been in.
I get dressed and the kids ready for school. We get in the car and when I sat down my pant button popped open. I was like what is going on with my body! What am I eating? I ran inside switched pants, and grabbed a pregnancy test. Of course I quickly took it, put it on the dash of my van and vowed I wouldn’t look until after we picked up Hudson’s class treat.
We go to the donut shop, we come out and I swear I see a faint pink line. I cracked open the test, removed the HCG strip to get a better look (please say I am not the only one who does this).
Not sure what to think, I continue with our busy fun day celebrating Hudson. We go to Hudson’s class room and start passing out the donuts and drinks. I bend over to help a kid who had spilled his orange juice and my pant button pops again! I’m so embarrassed.
My husband meets me for lunch while the kids are at school. I show him my unbuttoned pants, and he just says I think you’ve been drinking too much soda. And then I show him the HCG strip.
Immune to false alarms, Dallin was as cool as a cucumber and said you think your pregnant, and something about me being a pregnancy test scientist. He told me to get five more tests and then well talk.
So I did.
Later that day, we met up at Hudson’s birthday party spot. I take all 5 of the test and they are all faint pink.
I show my husband and he kissed me and said I think it’s cute you want to be pregnant again.
UGH! I’m either seeing things, feeling things, I actually know for a fact I am pregnant, I just know it. Or worst case I could just be crazy. Not sure if I was seeing things bc I wanted a baby, sad my first-born was turning 5, or if I just wanted to be right.
The next weekend we go to Sacramento California for a wedding, I am so sick when we get home. I actually hadn’t had my voice for a couple of weeks and then I started having major chest pain. I thought it was mastitis, but I had never struggled so hard to breathe and my chest was burning. I started gasping for air and having to arch my back to get a breath. I thought I was a heart attack.
My husband rushed me to the ER and before they took me to X-rays I told them I was pregnant just to be safe and so they would take extra precautions.
*I did a whole blog post on this (http://birdalamode.com/the-greatest-wealth-is-health/ )
I found out I did not have mastitis, and nothing was collapsing, or broken. I had a respiratory infection called Pharyngitis and Costochondritis. The best way to treat it was with steroid shots in between my ribcage. I had been having panic attacks, because I seriously was struggling so hard to breathe. I told them ok do it please, but they then proceeded to tell me they couldn’t because I WAS PREGNANT!!!. I was like I might not be. And they then laughed and said sweetheart we did blood work and you are very much so PREGNANT.
*I forgot to mention I had not started menstrating, but apparently I was still ovulating
I was treated like a pregnant person aka i was put on opiates and told I was just going to have to ride this one out with the help of intense drugs. My husband came and got me a couple hrs later. I loved the comfort of breathing with the oxygen mask, it made me less panicky.
And there I was pregnant with number four struggling to breathe with barely a voice.
Unfortunately, Briton contracted my same infection and we ended up going to the pediatrician where we were omitted to the hospital because Briton wasn’t eating and losing a lot of weight and worst part he too was struggling to breathe. He got treatments and we were out in two days.
My pregnancy was off to an awesome start. I have never been so sick or worn out being pregnant, ever. My poor kids and husband saw me cry everyday, as I started up the nausea and vomiting. There were times I would have my husband pull over twice because I was vomiting before we even made it to church. Which is around the corner from us, my life was awesome.
I quit my calling, stopped even trying to go to church for a couple of months and just went through the robotic motions and only did what I had to do for my kids and family.
It wasn’t until week 14 I started turning the corner and instead of asking myself what I did to myself and my family. I started getting really happy again. I decided to start working out to increase my endorphins and I had Olivia come out for a couple of days to play with me. We went to an amusement park, farm, Cornbellies etc. I finally felt normal and that things were going to be ok.
Whether it was the second trimester, the working out, or having Olivia around I am so grateful for week 14! It was like the old, fun Shannon was reborn. And my attitude and mood changed drastically.