#morning sickness tw

[dylan-westwick]

character: Theo Bailey @theobailey

location: Theo's car outside of Providence Peak Memorial

The morning had happened so fast. Her doctor had asked her if she could come in to talk about the results that they found from her lab work last week. She had been terrified to hear that there was bad news. And after she had heard the news they had called her in for, she had no idea how to feel about it. But almost instinctively she had called Theo seeing if he could come pick her up. He needed to be the first to know. She felt it only right that he be the first to know. Seeing his car, she got in and looked at him, knowing she was about to change his life by the next few words. "I'm pregnant."

What she had been experiencing the past week had been morning sickness, because she was six weeks pregnant. She had argued that couldn't be because she was on birth control, but of course she had fallen into the small margin of error and now here she was with the father of her child that she wasn't even sure he would want.

[popcultr]

CLOSED STARTER FOR: @melancholystories

based on this plot

atticus had been feeling weird all week, throwing up a lot, she'd thought nothing of it until her roommate said something, could she be pregnant? so she took a test and sure enough, she was, atticus knew who the father was, she'd only slept with one person recently.

she'd got their number through a friend of a friend and organised a coffee date. now atticus sits opposite them, feeling nervous, "uh --- so we've got something to talk about".

[hcrdknocklife]

It had started with the frequent trips to the bathroom, with Amelia finding it seemingly difficult to get through a two hour procedure without feeling like her bladder was about to explode. She had tried to shrug it off as the result of her trying to drink more water these days, and had cut down on the amount of water she was drinking while at work. That hadn’t been the wisest decision, as it only left her dehydrated, and that did not help when the nausea, and the fatigue came into play. She had not thought much of it at that point. Considering that she did work in a hospital, she had convinced herself that she must have caught some viral stomach bug; it was that time of the year after all. When her breasts became tender, she had assumed that she must be getting her period. She was always getting her period ever since she got rid of her IUD, and she didn’t think that this month might be an exception. After trying over, and over again, and being disappointed, even Millie had forgotten that there was a chance that she might be pregnant. But then, her period never came when she should have, and what she had assumed to be a stomach bug had not subsided. So, there she was, crouched over the toilet at the crack of dawn. “Teddy!” Millie called out for her husband, feeling her head pounding as she continued to gag. @sweet-as-pie41​

[seemani]

“You’re shaking, and sore. I can see the exhaustion in your eyes.

Surprise me: whataxwonderfulxday

annalise was someone who kept her circle very close. the woman had been fine one minute, enjoying an evening with her friend before she'd run out, after her legs bashed into the table and sofa, to the bathroom. "oh, fuck." this wasn't her first choice with her first time as hostess but it was all hitting at once. she wasn't going to make her editor's deadline, she was going to be a single mother and thought she could handle it - but what if she couldn't. her hand went down to hold her small bump as she struggled and her muscles around it were also feeling the heat. she'd spend about two minutes on the floor, shaky, confirming it had passed. "sorry about that. i'm alright." between this and work, perhaps something was trying to tell her to slow down. @whataxwonderfulxday

[makaylahoffmann]

Mack's eyes got big and wide as Eloise recounted where she got the stick, "and you found it all by yourself!? Look at you, you big girl!" She had been leaning down a bit to get to Eloise's level, so she stood up and wiped her hands on the thighs of her pants. Mack grinned as she watched the two interact, her heart fluttering as she missed when her kids were that little. However she'd have a little another little one running around in the next two years. Making sure Eloise wasn't about to run while her father fixed the trunk of the car and got the stroller situation, she fixed her own backpack on her shoulders. Hugging him back, she started to grin wider and wider, finally able to tell her the news. "Let's just say good thing we're walking and not running today, baby Hoffmann was protesting this morning." She said as she peeled back from their hug, and turning her attention back on Eloise, giggling at the sassiness of the young one. "That's just the beginning," she reminded him, a bit of playfulness in her voice, before fixing the straps of her bag one last time as she nodded. "Let's do it." @noahsinclaxr

"I found it on the ground!" The little girl exclaimed, raising the stick tall and mighty in the air. When she would be older, Noah would teach her not to raise sticks higher than her chest, for safety's sake. But seeing as she was barely able to run without falling, that lesson surely wouldn't stick now. "Fits right in with the other stick in the yard, right Lo?" He smiled, closing the trunk of his car and locking it, turning the stroller towards the hiking path. At least with their runs they'd already checked out that it was stroller proof. "Hey, Mackie. How've you been?" Noah finally greeted her with a hug, turning his head to Eloise when she had abandoned all attention on the adults and instead attempted to climb into the stroller. "Need help, bub?" He asked, to which he received a sharp no. He snickered, looking at Makayla again. "Sounds just like her mother already." Noah spoke, a twinge of hurt as well as nostalgia swerving in his voice. "You ready?" @makaylahoffmann

[gojoest]

pregnancy freak satoru + lots of spooning sex bc that’s one of the safest and most comfortable positions for when the pregnancy progresses and your belly gets bigger and rounder (he’s done his research) + obviously his hand is glued to your baby bump ALL the time

[dancingfish01]

Preg Drive

5 days have passed and Mr Santa now has morning sickness symptoms.

Please suggest to me some outfits for the next goal in 5 days!

[atlaswilliams]

He could let the terrible things in life define him, but it was difficult considering the blessings he had to be thankful. It was lame, really, to consider himself such a lucky man when he'd done nothing to deserve it. "Makes me wonder when the bad shit is going to start happening again. I mean, come on. Let's be honest. I'm not exactly up to date on my good karma." He wasn't shy about helping those in need, but the years worth of shit-disturbing he'd done had left an odd balance. "Fine. You're right. I think you're one of the few people I can actually trust not to change their minds. Which, for the record, makes you one of the most stubborn people I know and that's saying something." No one could top his kids on that list though. When they set their minds to something, there was no changing it, regardless of what was offered. "Just the ketchup chips, but let me do some research. Might find something else I wanna try."

He was in support of whatever Maya wanted, but he believed that everything would fall into place if she let it. It was the letting part that proved to be an issue, even for himself. "It'll work out. I know people say shit like that all of the time, but i mean it. I think you've got plenty of time to figure out and when the time's right, everything will fall into place and you'll be wishing that you could revert back to cool aunt status. Just talk to Aslihan or Sage. They'll tell you about morning sickness and how big of a pain it was." Granted, he blamed his genes on that. Whether it was his fault or not, he was the running theme between the two women.

Maya recognized that everyone had their own unique motivations for change, but she couldn't help but feel that Atlas had some of the most compelling ones. She believed that children had a way of bringing out the best in people. Despite previously holding the belief that some individuals were simply not cut out for parenthood, the brunette couldn't help but wonder if even the most hardened hearts could be softened by the innocence and wonder of a child. "You are lucky." There was no doubt about that. Luckily for her, she could spoil his kids all she wanted before getting her own and Maya was happy he had no issue with that. "How many times do you know me to change my mind, mister?" she gave him a look, before cracking another smile. Pushing it for a couple of weeks wasn't technically a change of mind, right? "You just want snacks? Fine, I'll bring snacks and a little extra thing. I'll see what they have there, and let you pick whatever you want to try."

Maya often welcomed distractions, especially on the days when her thoughts felt jumbled and chaotic. Despite having relatively few responsibilities to juggle ( primarily her two beloved pets and work ) one could assume that she had little reason to feel stressed. However, the truth was that the brunette's mind could often be her own worst enemy, and even when she attempted to take a break from her worries, she found herself feeling guilty or anxious for not being productive enough. "I get that." Nodding her head slightly, she let out a sigh. "Mm, you can try but I'm sure it wasn't that bad. Nothing can change my mind. I've considered my options you know. If I'm not married by the time I'm thirty-five, then it is what it is. I'll just find a good clinic and make this a family business."

[kkcauseway]

Caring Hand

Summary: You're going on a trip with Joel, which means driving to the destination and it’s hours away… to make matters worse your morning sickness is at its worst. So Joel does his best to look after you. Content and warnings: TW: vomiting -morning sickness. So much fluff. Talks of pregnancy, protective!Joel, caring!Joel. No use of y/n, no outbreak. Word count: 1.8k

Caring husband Joel Miller x F!reader

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You and Joel are travelling to a lodge you have booked for the next week. Your first proper time away in months. Joel booked it as a surprise after your promotion, he’s so thoughtful and compassionate like that.

However, you’ve not been feeling good all morning, morning sickness is at its worst again, this pregnancy so far really hasn’t been kind to you. You’ve been throwing up throughout the day for the past week straight, and the temperature outside reaching record highs means there’s no helping you to feel even slightly better. The heat makes you sicker.

This trip has been planned for months, obviously not with pregnancy in mind. (Not that you’d change it for the world.) But even with you feeling so ill, hardly able to keep food down, you’re not about to let that ruin your trip. It’s very much needed, and you do think it will help to make you feel better. The air’s cleaner where you’re going. It will be nice to breathe in really fresh air, and there’s a lake, god you could just about strip naked and jump in there right this second. You’ve been on the road about an hour when you begin to feel really sick and hot, you’re feeling the heat a lot more than usual today. Having already stripped down as much as is possible there’s not much else you can do. Wearing the bare minimum before it would be classed as ‘indecent exposure’ or more to the point where Joel would get too excited by the sight that he would absolutely ‘need’ to have his way with you. Although he knows better than to joke with you right now.

Keeping your eyes closed and trying to keep your breathing calm is about all you can do to try to relax; Joel can tell you really don’t feel well though. He’s got to learn when you get bad because you aren’t always vocal about it, not wanting to worry him, although he begs you to ‘worry him’, so he can share the burden and try his best to make it better.

“You want some more water baby?” he asks sincerely.

“Please” you say wiping your forehead, not even thinking about the fact Joel’s driving and it means he’s reaching into the back to get it for you whilst he’s supposed to be watching the road.

With thanks you take the bottle from him. Taking a large, heavenly swig. The water isn’t warm yet thankfully, but you know it won’t be long till it is, so you savour every second of the ice-cold water as it makes its way down. That definitely helps. You opt to roll the bottle on either side of your neck before doing the same to your cheeks. It feels amazing and you can’t help the little satisfied moan that falls from your lips.

Joel smirks as he shakes his head at you. You lightly laugh back at him through the discomfort beginning to feel better then. Finding it easier to enjoy the trip, even finding the energy to sing along to certain songs.

But then it suddenly hits you again and you go quiet. As expected, the heat has turned the water almost hot, and it’s not at all satisfying to drink. But you grin and bear it to keep yourself hydrated, breathing through the sick feeling. Not allowing anything to put a dampener on the start of your trip.

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You need air, proper air not just the air-con blowing in your face and soon, you need out of the car to fully breathe. “Babe, can we stop at the next services please? I really need to get out for a bit.”

Joel looks to you briefly “Sure, we can, you really not feeling good still?”

“No, I’m not. This baby’s really playing me up” you sink into your seat, rubbing a palm over your stomach, hoping to alleviate the feeling.

“Okay baby” he sighs deeply, hating seeing you in this much discomfort without being able to do anything to help. “The next services aren’t too far out we can stop have something to eat too if you’re up for it?”

“Let’s see how we go” you let out a heavy breath. The thought of eating food physically repulsing you.

Joel has the aircon blasting in your face, and it’s by far the best thing ever, but it’s not enough. You try your best to focus on the cool air coming at you and for a short time it does the job, but then you hit traffic. And you go from speeding away to 10mph if you’re lucky.

“Fuck Joel, you need to pull over as soon as you can, I can’t wait till we get to the services. Fuck, I need to get out. Feel like I can’t breathe” you huff.

“Okay darlin’ I promise soon as I can I’ll pull over, so you can get some air okay. Promise baby, don’t panic okay?” Joel’s worried, it takes a lot for you to moan about feeling unwell.

“I feel so sick” you whimper sounding so small.

“I know baby m’sorry, hopefully won’t be long and you’ll start feelin’ better. I know y’hate feelin’ like this.”

“I do, I hate it so much” you utter sounding so deflated.

As the car begins slowly moving once more, you feel heat rise from your feet to your face and you’re overcome with this nasty unbearably hot feeling. And then before you can say or do anything you throw up all over yourself, a choke like cough following afterwards. It genuinely came from nowhere you didn’t feel it rise; it just came out. There was no way to prevent it from getting all over you and the car seat.

Joel looks over at you and uses his hand closest to you to hold your hair out of your face “you’re okay baby just breathe” his other hand quickly grabs a plastic bag from his car door storage.

As you breathe incredibly heavy you take the bag from him, “just in case” he whispers before he puts that hand back on the wheel. You’re so uncomfortable as vomit slowly seeps into your shorts and a smell of stomach acid fills the air.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry Joel, it just, just came out” you pant, eyes stinging, and heart racing.

He’s indicating now to a point on the road he can pull over in. “Honey don’t be sorry y’couldn’t help it” he’s still holding the hair out of your face, but you thankfully haven’t been sick since.

When he parks safely, he quickly jumps out of the car, goes into the boot to retrieve some tissues and wipes before he comes around to your side opening your car door.

“I’m so sorry you feel this shit baby” he utters beginning to clean away the sick from your lap, using the currently unsoiled bag he gave you to discard the tissues in.

As much as you feel like shit, you still can’t believe how much he’s helping you, especially considering you’ve just thrown up in his car, all over his seat. He didn’t even think about it before jumping into action, not showing any signs of repulsion.

When it’s okay for you to get out of the car, you slowly jump down using Joel’s hand to steady you. He quickly cleans the seat as you take a wipe and start to clean your hands and arms. Once finished Joel doesn’t even hesitate to get onto his knees to clean off your shorts and legs properly. He can see your breathing is still very uneven and you look on the verge of tears. “Shhh, you’re okay baby” he reassures softly as he uses delicate strokes with the wipe.

“I’m sorry I really didn’t mean it.” You try to hold the tears back, but to no avail.

“Hey, you don’t need to be sorry baby, s’okay” he reassures whilst continuing to clean your shorts.

“I’m so embarrassed. I'm so disgusting.”

He stands up then, finally done with cleaning your lower half and you’ve finished cleaning your top half. Joel looks into your eyes “baby you’re living through all of this so you can bring our baby into the world, trust me, watching you embrace all the shit this pregnancy is throwing at you. S’sexy regardless of what happens okay? Not disgusting”. You stay silent, hanging your head low in shame. “Hey” he grabs your chin gently, so you have no choice but to look up at him. “I mean it; would I ever say anything I didn’t mean?”

“No” you whisper before sniffling.

“No, I wouldn’t, so stop feeling embarrassed, I’ll always adore you no matter what”. He strokes your cheek, and you lean into his palm as he does so.

“I love you Joel, I really do” you say through your slowing whimpers.

“I love you too baby. How y’feelin’ now?”

“Sick again, which is just perfect.”

“Well, there’s no rush for us to get back onto the road Baby we can stay here as long as y’need us to.”

He puts his arm around you then, stroking at your back.

“You’re so good to me Miller, I do honestly love you so much.” You turn into his side placing an arm either side of his body before squeezing him to prove your affection. He continues his stroking whilst leaning so his lips rest on the top of your head speaking loud into your hair as he replies, “I love you so much too, and this lil baby of ours, even if they’re just a teeny tiny dot right now.” He kisses the top of your head, and you stay stood in that embrace for a little while.

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“Not to ruin the moment, but I’m definitely gonna be sick again.”

You bring a hand to your mouth, and you move away from him slightly then, but he runs after you to hold your hair back. Rubbing your back as you throw up once more.

“Fuck baby m’so sorry you feel like this” he says to you between your bouts of retching. “S’it you get it all out”.

Eventually you spit for one final time and stand up straight again then, Joel pulls out a tissue from his pocket and you wipe your mouth “ugh I hate this”, Joel looks at you sympathetically before passing you some gum, which you’re eternally grateful for. “I hate it so fucking much” you say between chews “but, it’s all worth it for her” you rest a hand on your still flat stomach.

“Her?” he questions.

“Just a feeling that’s all.”

He smiles at you then and you smile back. “My girls” he utters softly through a wide grin placing his palm above yours.

How does he manage to make you feel so good even in your worst moments?

With the sickness feeling finally completely gone (at least for today- you hope) you can get back on the road. A week away full of fun, food, sex, and sun. God you’ve been longing for this for months. Just you and Joel. Though it means even more now than it did before. You’re soaking up all the time you have left before you lives are forever changed.

Changed for the better…

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[willowser]

okay haven't stopped thinking about this since the self-ship game but. on-again-off-again with touya is so heart-breaking.

he's always had his own shitty one-bedroom, but he stayed with you more often than not. claimed it was because you were closer to his job at the bar, but the drive is similar if not a smidge closer. you don't personally think it's worth it, but he does. or did, once.

you're looking at the two boxes of his things that are sitting by the door: a near-drawer full of clothes, bags of random jewelry, two pairs of his shoes, the dish towels he keeps "accidentally" stealing from work, as well as a few of their nicer glasses. photos you don't want to look at. even his shampoo and body-wash is packed away, because you can't stand to smell it anymore.

that's when your phone rings.

it's much too late for you to be awake, but you are, and the number coming across your screen isn't necessarily touya's but it is the number for the bar, so you hesitate in answering. watching and waiting, as it rings in your hand, before deciding to indulge in whatever heart-break he's got ready for you tonight.

—but it's keigo: "hey, i need you to come pick up touya."

you frown at that, and then deeper at the noise in the background. "what? where's his car?"

"he—" a heavy sigh scratches over the line, and his voice is strained, like he's struggling to hold something heavy in his arms. he's always been very friendly, charming; you've never heard him so stressed. "he can't drive. i just need you to come get him."

worry is a weighted stone in your stomach. "what do you mean he can't drive?"

touya's been sober for 16 months, something he's admittedly been very proud of. his longest stint yet, he'll tell you, and he's gone through hell not to break the streak. no matter how hard it was, no matter how tempting giving in sounded. he's turned back into his addictions in the past when you two have split, but you had faith in him this time. you really, really did.

"he just can't, alright? please?"

of course you go. and when you pull up in the parking lot, they're both standing outside, keigo with a half-empty bottle of water in his hands and a frown marring his pretty face. touya's back is to you, and he would almost look normal, if not for the swaying. you don't realize how bad it is until takami is throwing touya's arm over his shoulder and near dragging him across the pavement.

you only watch on, heart heavy, as he's shuffled into your car like a child, mumbling to himself as keigo buckles his searbelt. the car is immediately flooded with the sharp, bitter smell of alcohol and too many cigarettes, and you knew what the truth was, you knew, but you'd hoped for another answer, some bullshit excuse as to why he couldn't drive.

the reality burns; behind your eyes, deep in your nose, the back of your throat.

"call me tomorrow," keigo tells him, too-serious. "and we can figure out your car and stuff." he huffs at the ghost of a smile on touya's pale face, before looking across the seats to you. "i'm sorry, i really am, but his sister would fucking flip if i called her."

"no," touya mumbles again, voice scratchy like he's been yelling. "why the fuck would you call my sister, you perv?"

keigo only shakes his head before sighing again, and then he's leaning back and closing the car door without another word. you've never seen him so—annoyed; you can only imagine what touya's been up to tonight, to make him so.

alone, neither of you say anything, for a while. that haunting smile is still playing on his lips, as his head lolls back and forth with every speed bump you crawl over, and occasionally you can feel him watching you from across the console.

there are—one-thousand and one things you could say, but he wouldn't remember a single one. and so you don't bother.

he does, though, eventually, grin blooming in full. "know you fuckin' miss me."

you shake your head in an attempt to get rid of the tears, swallowing the frog sitting in your throat. he won't remember this. he won't. "of course i miss you, touya."

he laughs once, a small, airy sound, before he's turning to look out the window. your honesty has always caught him off guard. "yeah," he murmurs, smile drooping as reality burns him, in return. "miss you, too."

[bunny-is-cute]

Anyone else think “this isn’t just nerves — this is morning sickness”

[draslihanxfahri-bailey]

To much has been going on the past few weeks. From her still trying to navigate her pregnancy, whether that was trying to figure out just exactly how far along she is (which... she does know that her doctor could answer that for her... yet she was still holding out hope that Elijah would come around soon so that she can finally get an appointment in to check on their baby with him) or trying to figure out how and when to tell people (which, she was halting on for a variety of reasons), to still hoping for her boyfriend to finally come back home, all the while busy with her careers, one could say that she was perhaps a little stressed. Just a smidge, maybe, perhaps. Yet, either way, one of the things that typically help to ease up was getting to see one of her friends. And today, she had hoped to see Dilan.

While she obviously loves getting to see one of her first friends since coming to Providence Peak, she also loved getting to go out to Grape Escape. It was one of the most beautiful places and with spring and summer just around the corner, she was more than excited to see the vineyards back in full bloom again. Even though it'll be awhile before she can taste their delicious wines again. She'd been waiting patiently in the lobby before one of the associates offered to lead her to the dining area so that she may wait more comfortably for Dilan. Aslihan had gotten up too quickly in her excitement, yet she tried to continue walking at first. Yet with feeling nauseous along with the dizziness, not to add the horrible morning sickness she's been experiencing since she discovered her pregnancy, the anthropologist stumbled against a wall before sinking to the floor. She couldn't focused on anything as she felt faint, trying to breathe as steadily as possible. Aslihan hadn't noticed the other brunette nearly stumbling into her, voices sounding watery to her ears as she tried to grasp her bearings. She finally noticed people looking at her and gathering around, the associate from before explaining to her boss about leading Asli to the dining area to wait to see Dilan before suddenly becoming pale and all but falling to the floor. She didn't actually faint... Did she? "I-I'm fine," she grumbled, leaning against the wall as she tried to stand up. Yet there was a sudden lurch in her abdomen that froze her, causing her to whimper out and sink back down. It all felt too much: the pain, the sickness, the dizziness, the eyes on her like they were hawks and she was a tiny and weak mouse. In that moment, the professor only wanted to be back home with Elijah, Alex, and their kitties. "Pl-Please... stop looking a-at me... I'm fine," she pleaded as her heart raced.

WHEN: March 2023, mid-afternoon WHERE: The Grape Escape @draslihanxfahri-bailey

Everything is fine, Tilda signed to her daughter for the eightieth time this afternoon. With each second and beep of her phone with an incoming message, she remembered less and less what it was like to be thirteen and prone to hysterics. A grin hit her lips and faded fast at Layla indignant expression. She cleared her expression and looked sympathetic -- until she stumbled over someone's legs from where they sat on the ground. Sorry, she told Layla, nearly smacking her chest in her haste. To her daughter, she signed an abrupt goodbye and closed her phone. "Umm. Do I want to know?"

Right then, a person barreled into her side with a squeal. Tilda caught them both before they collapsed into the woman. An automatic rebuke hit her lips: "Stop running." They spluttered, eyes darting from one woman to the other. "What's the matter?" She recognized one of them: an employee here who was more skittish than not. The woman she didn't recognize, squinting at her with evident confusion. Nor did she recognize the people filtering in, drawn to the scene like moths to flames.

[kaiserkisser]

can someone nice (!!) please please please adopt me im begging you im requesting you (huge word vomit and vent in tags, pls dont read if u dont want to!! and if you don't want this stuff on this blog PLS lmk!! i dont wanna make anyone uncomfy! )

[kingofthering]

You know when you’re dreading bad news from weeks and you would think your brain is ready for it by now but then it comes and it turns out, things still suck? Yeah.

[theloveinc]

kirishima

[thecaroliner]

After almost six months I think I’m finally ready to talk about what happened to my dog to get it off my chest and maybe this will help others prevent this happening to their dogs.

About 2-3 ago we began noticing a few changes in Chibi that we just associated with age. He was 10-11 at that point so obviously he was slowing down a little bit but we also noticed how itchy he had become. It seemed like all day every day he was gnawing and scratching at himself, sometimes to the point of drawing blood. His vet basically shrugged and said “idk try this prescription shampoo” we tried it. There was a small improvement but really didn’t do enough for him. As time went on he became more and more miserable so he was finally prescribed a pill and a monthly shot to help with the itching. Again, it did ease his symptoms somewhat but not like it should have. His vet seemingly just didn’t care enough to try anything.

So last year he began losing hair, like a LOT of hair. Especially on his tale. His underside was slimy too, and he smelled awful despite having a bath pretty much every other day. It was getting to be a little gross to even pick him up. He was freezing all the time because of how little hair he had.

So finally, in around January, I took him to the vet one day because his eyes were leaking really badly. The vet seeing him that day was like a traveling vet and it was her first time at that clinic. She was much more concerned about his itching and lack of hair rather than his eyes, and when I told her his history she said “well it sounds like the regular vet has just been trying to put a band aid on his symptoms and not get to the root of the issue.” I am eternally grateful for this woman because she was determined to find the cause of it and it lead to a diagnosis of hypothyroidism. All his symptoms, his lethargy and itchiness and hair loss, his overproduction of sebum was all related to that. Pretty much within a few days of him receiving thyroid medication, he was like a new dog.

He suddenly had energy again. He would play and run around. His hair began growing back and he stopped itching and smelling bad. My baby, who we were afraid was just slowly dying from age, was like a puppy again. I am so so so grateful that he got to spend the last few months of his life full of energy again.

And then came April. One night, after a completely normal day with him, and he threw up around 11 pm. No big deal, he throws up from time to time. But then he did it again, and again, and again rapid fire. He was shaking and walking around like he was scared. Three years prior, he had shown these same symptoms and the emergency vet concluded he had eaten something toxic (to this day we have no idea what it could’ve been) and in kidney failure but was able to get him on some fluids and meds and he was good as new.

Mom and I were afraid this was happening again, so at midnight we loaded him into the car and took him to the ER vet. $800 and some fluids later and they said “well, he could possibly have pancreatitis but just monitor him and follow up with his regular vet.”

We take him to the vet a few days later. “Oh, I see he was diagnosed with pancreatitis.” We were shocked because the ER vet said it was maybe a possibility and not a definite. But okay, he has pancreatitis. So now he has to be on an extremely bland died of boiled chicken and rice and some prescription dog food.

He did fine for the next week or so, but then one day just stopped eating. He didn’t even want his favorite snacks like peanut butter. He just sat around the house, but he was sitting up as though laying down would be too difficult for him. He kept begging to go outside and try to potty but he couldn’t. Even days later when nothing was in his stomach at all he was trying to go.

I take him to the vet one morning and tell them the symptoms. “Well, just get him to eat a bland diet and it’ll ease his symptoms” he. Is not. Eating. I went home frustrated. That afternoon he seemed to be in tremendous pain so I took him back, and this time they weighed him. He’d lost 4 pounds in just a matter of days. Not one person at that vet office seemed even mildly concerned about this.

This bitch of a vet tech pulls me into a room and goes “okay, so tell me exactly what is going on because you and your mom keep giving us conflicting answers about if he’s eating or not, so what’s the deal” HE. ISN’T. EATING. My mom and I were both telling them that. I don’t know what the confusion is. He got more fluids and we left once more with no answers.

And then 4 days later he was gone. On his last night he began sounding really congested when he breathed and the next morning the vet said his pancreas was just failing I guess and the mucus he was producing was from his lungs and there was nothing they could do. And that was the end.

I found out shortly after that undiagnosed hypothyroidism can lead to pancreatic issues and failure in dogs.

My baby suffered for 2 years because his vet didn’t bother trying to really fix his problem. And then he finally, FINALLY gets to feeling normal again only to go from a little sick to dead in just 2 weeks.

It really just felt like the vets office was in the mindset of “oh he’s old so we aren’t gonna bother doing much for him”. Life expectancies for his breed can go up to 15-17 years so he probably still had quite a life left ahead of him.

I miss him so much.