our babymoon…or “bed-in 2010” thanks to the ‘roids

This weekend hubby and I took a trip to Rosemary Beach, Florida for a babymoon of sorts. I imagine it will very likely be the last trip we take before the two of us becomes the three of us!  One of his friends owns a condo in Rosemary Beach, and he and his wife were kind enough to lend it to us for the weekend.  We had a wonderful time together, as almost all of the time we spend together tends to be.  Unfortunately though I had a rough week with a hemorrhoid flare-up, so it wasn’t quite the weekend I imagined it to be, but as hubby said, as long as we were together — that was all that mattered.

A couple years ago, long before pregnancy was more than a fantasy on my horizon, I had my first run-in with hemorrhoids. Since then, and especially since pregnancy, I have tried very hard to keep from being constipated and/or straining when I go to the bathroom. (I know, I know…TMI…don’t read on if stuff like this bothers you, please.)  The problem now is that since they have flared up, the slightest strain or even a loose stool will cause them to flare up again. Tuesday night I thought I had a perfectly normal, well — you know, but there they were, worse than ever.  I actually had to call into work last Wednesday AND Thursday I was in so much pain.

Normally my hemorrhoids will “go away” with a Preparation H application and a good night’s sleep.  This time, they were bigger than ever and I had no such luck.  I took a total of two baths and two showers on Wednesday, and cried through the second bath.  Hubby bought me Tuck’s witch hazel pads, and I continued to use my trusty Prep H along with those.  On Wednesday I called my midwife’s office.  She suggested first trying to see if the beauty could be pushed back inside for some temporary relief.  This is where things got interesting.

Hubby had to help me try to push the hemorrhoid inside — ahhh! Talk about bonding!  Well, that didn’t work, so I phoned the midwife on call, and she called me in a prescription suppository.  Turns out, it’s hard to reach your own rear end when you’re pretty darn pregnant — and to see to insert something when there is extra “stuff” back there that usually isn’t…so over the course of the next 48 hours hubby also put the suppositories in for me!  Talk about a humbling experience…

So fast forward to Saturday morning in Rosemary Beach after we walked home from breakfast (me still in a lot of pain but trying to push through it just a bit) and I find my underwear soaked in blood. Hubby went and bought me some pads.  I spent the rest of the day and night in bed, icing my rear, playing (and winning) two games of Scrabble, and eating delicious lunch and dinner brought home by my sweet husband.

We had a very special time together even though we were primarily homebound — Bed-In 2010, we ended up calling it.  Hubby sang to the baby, we drank sparkling cider (me) and red wine (him) in bed, we snuggled, and we laughed (sometimes so much that I had to tell him to stop making me laugh because it was hurting me!) After a week and a weekend like this one, I feel even more in love with my husband who takes such good care of me and is my very best friend.  I hope he knows I would do the same for him, and I believe he does.  Today before we left, we even made it to the beach.

I am scheduled for a 33-week visit with my midwife on Wednesday, but will call them tomorrow and see if they suggest I go ahead and call a colo-rectal specialist. I will keep you posted on all the lovely details, my friends.

Me at 32.5 weeks on our "babymoon"

Me at 32.5 weeks on our "babymoon"

Here's to a new chapter

Here's to a new chapter

 

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One thought on “our babymoon…or “bed-in 2010” thanks to the ‘roids

  1. OK, seriously. I know it may have been a little bit painful (no pun intended) for you to write this, but by being so candid and honest, you are helping others who may have to experience this at some point or another! I love that you can share so openly. If (hopefully when!) I get pregnant, you will be my guru. 🙂

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