In May 2014 I will be taking part in a group challenge of completing the Yorkshire Three Peaks in order to raise funds and awareness of the Pregnancy Sickness Support charity. It is 25 grueling miles taking in Pen-Y-Ghent (2273 ft/ 694m), Ingleborough (2373 ft/ 723m) and Whernside (2414 ft/ 736m) in less than 12 hours.
There is one problem. I am extremely unfit. Therefore over the next nine months I will be training in order to actually get up the peaks!
So why I am putting myself through nine months of physical training and 12 hours of pain? The reason is because of two words – Hyperemesis Gravidarum. Those two little words that have changed me. Two words that took so much away from me but that has also given much in return.
For nine months I suffered from the debilitating condition called Hyperemesis Gravidarum whilst pregnant with my son. As dramatic as it sounds I truly believed I was going to die – and several days wished for nothing more. I was vomiting 40+ times a day and unable to look after myself. Each and every second of my pregnancy was pure hell. There was never any let up. Even when the medication eased the vomiting words still cannot describe the torture of suffering from relentless nausea 24 hours a day.
Nearly 15 months on and Hyperemesis Gravidarum still hasn’t left me. I no longer feel the physical symptoms but mentally I still suffer. In an instant I can be taken back to those darkest of days when all I could do was lay still and hope that time would go quickly. Those two words of Hyperemesis Gravidarum have been replaced by four words - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
Over the next nine months I shall be updating my part of the blog with my trials and tribulations on getting fit in order to climb those peaks. The challenge, for me, will require determination, endurance and stamina – much like suffering nine months of Hyperemesis Gravidarum!
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