Bec writes about the difficulties she faced in her first trimester of pregnancy.
I’ve been upfront and honest about my struggle to get pregnant (and stay pregnant). It really wasn’t as easy as I thought it was going to be. Now that I can finally say I’m pregnant and past the first 12 weeks, I can honestly tell you my first trimester was just as hard.
I am just over 17 weeks now and have a serious belly situation going on.
I had a full day of filming my first ‘Style with Bec series’ for Adairs and whileI getting my hair done, I asked George to grab me some of the breakfast. As soon as he handed me my usual favourite fetta and avocado toast, I threw up. Everywhere. I thought maybe it was just my nerves. I was fine the rest of the day but the following few days was convinced I had gastro, so I booked in to see my doctor.
The morning of my appointment, I woke up at 3am and could not stop vomiting. I was weak, sweating and just felt terrible. I was sitting there with my head in a bucket and it crossed my mind that I very well could be pregnant. We got to the doctors, he did a test and I sure was!
Excited but still feeling slightly like death, George and I went home with smiles on our faces but both agreed not to tell a soul. In the back of both our minds was the miscarriages I had experienced previously. The difference this time was as the weeks progressed I just got more and more ill.
First I was on the couch most of the day and night, trying to eat and drink. Then I started to feel tight in my neck and back and thought I would be much better off in my bed. Once I went up those stairs, I didn't come down for weeks. It got to a point where I was vomiting non-stop and couldn’t keep anything down.
Poor George just didn’t know what to do with him self. I couldn’t eat, move or shower on my own. I hadn’t realised until later but two days had passed with no water or food. I had also at this stage put my back out and officially sprained my neck from vomiting.
One day, George came home to me lying on the floor unconscious.
It was one on the scariest things because all I remember was trying to get up and not being able to move. I closed my eyes and all I could see was white dots everywhere. I could hear him screaming but it just all sounded muffled.
The ambulance was called and I was rushed to emergency. I was eight weeks pregnant at this stage and all I could think was I had lost another baby.
Panic mode had set in. 'Please no, not again,' I thought. The nurses said I was so dehydrated that they couldn’t even get blood to check if I was in fact, still pregnant. They tried to take blood from my arms, hands, even feet, but no success. I had a little blood in my urine and immediately thought the worst. 'This was it, it was too late... why is this happening to me?'
We had an amazing doctor who could see the stress in our eyes and got the drip happening straight away and said he would be back in half an hour with the ultrasound machine. I started to feel better. Still weak but definitely better with some fluids entering my body. When he returned with the machine all I could do was close my eyes. I didn’t want to look.