I’ve spent the last 3 days battling a virus induced fever. A crazy fever that bounces between the terrible hot sweats and the icy cold chills. It has triggered migraines, nausea, vomiting and left me pretty sore to say the least. Certainly not much fun when you’re in your Third Trimester of Pregnancy.
There have been 3 things that brought me comfort over the last 3 days, the first 2 weren’t surprising:
- The hospital monitoring our baby and hearing a nice strong heartbeat and knowing everything was ok with bub.
- Hubby standing literally by my side holding the bucket in one hand whilst I emptied my entire stomach contents in one foul swoop. Followed by a cold compress in his other hand so he could wipe down my face, before disposing of it all. No complaints, or judgements, just compassion.
But the 3rd… well… Tea & toast
I’ve not wanted to eat or drink much over the last few days except a sip of water here a piece of apple there, but here was one exception that was a sure fire winner. When I was younger my mum would make us tea and toast when we were unwell. Subconsciously in my delirious state my craving for my mum by my side was replaced by a simple meal. I am surprised how much comfort a cup of black tea and some Vegemite on toast brought me. It certainly wasn’t the most conventional thing, but it certainly nourished the soul and reminded me again how much a girl really needs her mamma especially in times like sickness, pregnancy, the trials & tribulations of motherhood, getting married etc.
This pregnancy has been pretty rough. A low risk, text book pregnancy turned into a high risk pregnancy. Being monitored by the complex care unit was definitely unforeseen. It’s been a roll on of health issues. Migraines, nausea, bulging discs in the neck from a pre-pregnancy water skiing accident, very low iron & haemoglobin levels, shortness of breath, fatigue, virus induced fevers (second one in 2 months). It’s been relentless but I am still hopeful there will be a change in the air soon and that the reason why my little family and I are getting so challenged at the moment will also make sense soon.
In time of troubles or sickness what is you biggest comfort food? Is it a something predictable or something more unconventional?