When I fell pregnant for the first time, I was elated. A gift from the universe! And then at about week 5, morning sickness hit me and I went down in a crumpled (and somewhat vomity) heap. I was working in a demanding corporate role, the sort where you need to be on the ball all the time. Only all of a sudden I wasn’t on the ball. I didn’t even know where the ball was and I was certainly too sick to pick it up again. It was a pretty miserable time.
To make things worse I was worried about morning sickness affecting my baby. My diet was a disaster because I couldn’t stomach anything. I couldn’t look at a green vegetable without feeling weird. I wasn’t enjoying being pregnant and then of course I felt guilty because I wasn’t enjoying being pregnant.
Your typical “eat a biscuit first thing in the morning” advice didn’t cut it. My trusted GP was surprisingly unhelpful “Yes, it’s part of pregnancy for many women, eat small meals”. My obstetrician gave me a very dull and uninspired fact sheet and offered medication. That was about it. Taking medication didn’t feel like the right pathway for me but it felt like there was nothing in between.
My morning sickness continued almost until the end of my pregnancy. This gave me heaps of time to learn everything I could about it, find different ways to manage my symptoms and try out every (gentle and safe) remedy around.
I went on to have a beautiful and healthy baby girl. I had a really positive birth experience and morning sickness was soon forgotten. Until my second pregnancy…