A lot has been written in the blogosphere lately about morning sickness. Apparently, since the Duchess of Cambridge had it again, it is suddenly ok to admit some of the rest of us have experienced it as well. Now, I am as much of a Kate admirer as the rest of them (she is the Jackie O. of our times), but I am at a loss as to why her morning sickness was such big news. Is it really that extraordinary for a pregnant woman to have extreme morning sickness? I have had it four times now, and several mothers I know have had it too. But maybe I’m wrong! Maybe this is a noteworthy and taboo symptom of pregnancy that we needed British royalty to bring to light.
Now, don’t misunderstand me. I am not downplaying the severity of the condition. I seriously believe I would have died of dehydration when I was pregnant with Ruthie if it weren’t for Zofran. I threw up every day of my entire pregnancy even with the Zofran. This was particularly embarrassing the memorable morning my prescription couldn’t be refilled until noon one day and I had to throw up into my desk trash can as discretely as possible while my boss was standing over me giving me instructions. He had just asked me if I was even paying attention. No, I was not. I was trying to find a quick place to throw up. Sorry. What were you saying?
I just am at a loss as to why we are still fighting to justify feeling so crummy the first trimester (and beyond!) How have we not already won this battle? I should hope that gone are the days of (male) doctors telling our grandmothers that morning sickness is all in their heads. But again, maybe I am wrong. Maybe people still think that women who are staying at home and throwing up all day or who are going to the hospital for dehydration are just huge wimps. I myself have endured comments like, “If you just got up earlier and pushed through it, you would feel much better,” or “just keep crackers by your bed and eat them before you get up and it will cure it” (I threw up so many crackers before I realized THIS WAS A LIE), or “are you agoraphobic? You never leave the house anymore” (my mom actually got that one), or my personal favorite, “will you stop gagging? It’s grossing me out.”
One blogger suggested that we should change the name “morning sickness” to “the nausea and vomiting of pregnancy” because morning sickness is a misnomer (if only it only struck in the morning!) and the name really downplays the condition. I would agree to a name change, but “the nausea and vomiting of pregnancy” is way too cumbersome. That is not going to catch on! I mean, if we’re going for a nice long name, I think “laying on the couch and waiting for the end to come” would be more accurate.
So hey, if the Duchess of Cambridge is responsible for finally making morning sickness an acceptable excuse to stay in bed for months at your mom’s house, then more power to her. You won’t hear a peep from me. That sounds vastly preferable to hanging out in my sweats in the bathroom with two pant-less toddlers hanging on me and telling me they need to throw up too. And by the way, changing poopy diapers while having morning sickness has GOT to shave off some of my time in Purgatory. Thank God Ruthie is potty trained.
These days, you will find me missing Pinterest and Instagram. All of that picture scrolling makes me so motion sick. And I can’t bathe the girls because that soap is so perfume-y. Everything smells way too strongly. Poor Scott had to buy conditioner for me today and he had the impossible job finding one that smelled the least so that showering wouldn’t make me throw up. I lied and told him that it barely smelled at all. I was just touched that he was trying so hard to make things better for me.
What do you think? Have people said absurd things to you while you had morning sickness that would have made you shake your head if shaking your head didn’t make you feel so sick? Do people still have a dismissive attitude toward morning sickness?