The only time I could leave the house was to go to my doctor's appointments. Even then, my husband and mother had to help carry me into the car. Most days I cried because of the depression of feeling sick all the time and not being able to do anything "normal." My house was in constant shambles because I couldn't clean anything (very stressful for a neat freak such as myself). My husband, Steve, was also stretched emotionally and physically--taking care of me, working full time and then going through the ordeal of his father having open-heart surgery. Steve also had to assume responsibilities of his father's business while his dad recovered from surgery. If it weren't for the gracious and saintlike help of my mother, who fortunately lives close by, I'm not sure how we would have coped. Mom brought dinner just about every night and visited me every day to ensure that I drank fluids and ate food, despite my aversion to putting anything in my mouth.
Upon my first ultrasound, Steve and I were blessed to find out we were having twins! Though there's no certain evidence, my doctor contends that this was a likely cause of my hyperemesis. But the joy of bringing my two girls into the world was shadowed by my fear of not being able to give them the nutrients they needed.
