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Emetophobia

There is one thing in this world that stops me dead in my tracks and makes sure that I put my butt in bed and actually sleep: a stomach ache.

It's ridiculous, actually, and I have no idea where my fear of throwing up came from. My mother tells me that I have always been this way, having a massive panic attack every time I'm sick to my stomach.

Give me strep, a head cold, anything...just nothing that makes me sick to my stomach, please no.

I have been laid up in my bed the entire day with a belly ache, and last night I called triage because I really felt like I might die (a little dramatic huh?) When I was in the hospital last week they gave me a list of symptoms to look out for and "heartburn that won't go away" was on the list...so I called. At 5am. And the nurse said, "Honey, I think you just need to lean over a toilet and get it over with." She was being sweet when she said it, but I told her that really wasn't an option for me and what else could I do?

Poor Jamey. 5am the morning after his big 30th birthday party and he was at the store buying me Zantac. And if that didn't help within an hour, I would need to go to the hospital. What a guy...he must like me or something ;-)

An hour after taking it, that heartburn went away and it was amazing. I was still feeling pretty sick to my stomach, but at least there was something gone. So no hospital (thank goodness), and I have slept most of the day. I've eaten half a piece of toast, a bowl of ramen, and am working on some yogurt right now.

Baby girl is doing great though. In fact, I think I may have screwed up her sleep cycle by being in bed all day today because she has been disco-partying for the majority of it. Which is reassuring...and at the same time I get the feeling she's on my nurse's side since she's been kicking me right in the stomach.

But I have NOT thrown up! And I never will if I can help it. I'm totally normal...right?

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  1. CarlaApril 22, 2013 at 9:02 AM

    I had to laugh while reading this. I have the same fear! I think it comes from not being able to breathe while puking as a kid : ) blessings on you and your wee one. I just discovered you through She Reads Truth. Your story is a sad one. I know you are in for a treat when that little girl arrives.

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    1. Kaila MugfordApril 22, 2013 at 9:08 AM

      Thanks Carla! So glad I'm not the only one with this fear ;-) We are definitely on the edge of our seats waiting for this little one to arrive, we just can't wait to meet her! Thank you so much for reading our story, this is all part of the healing process for us!

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