I had severe morning sickness, a.k.a. hyperemesis gravidarum (HG), with all my pregnancies. It was worse with each one; 12 weeks with my first son, 15 weeks with my daughter, and 40 weeks with my second son.
Labor was NOTHING after weeks and months of living torture. I couldn’t lift my head, read a book, or drink more then a teaspoon of water. I’d give birth any day if it meant avoiding the nausea and suffering I had being pregnant.
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On July 27th 2006, I lost a baby girl so tiny she fit in my palm with her legs dangling over. She was 15 weeks with delicate features complete in formation; simply needed time to plump up. She had the beginnings of eyelashes, fingernails, a cleft in her chin.
She fluttered inside me the first time the day before I miscarried. The severe morning sickness I experienced throughout pregnancy had lifted a week prior. I was on the up and up, looking pregnant and feeling a bit more normal, ready to welcome the next phase of pregnancy.