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Brief Comfort

By Courtney Kendrick

Yesterday was my worst day yet. I was nauseated all day long and there was never a relief except falling asleep. When I found out that I was pregnant, I promised myself that I would continue to walk an hour a day no matter how bad I felt. After walking a couple paces yesterday down our favorite trail, I called the walk off. My dog Ralph was confused, but enjoyed the extra treats I gave him for his sacrifice.

To pass the time (until I don’t know when) I read in Alma 30 where Alma and his group of miracle missionaries set out to “try the virtue of the word of God” with those apostate Zoramites. Before they embark, Alma prays for all of them and says “Oh Lord, my heart is exceedingly sorrowful; wilt thou comfort my soul in Christ.”

That sounded like a good prayer for me, especially the word comfort. So I repeated it, my eyes closed, in a whisper.

Then I went to the bank.

The bank is bad enough when one feels perfectly well, but with a high chance of vomit the bank is really bad. I drove up to the teller and was about to do my transaction when I noticed that the patron in the drive-up next to me was talking really loud. Essentially, she was yelling out her car window, through my passenger window, into the big window next to me where the teller was touching some button trying to hear her. I felt like I was standing in between two people having a very serious face-to-face discussion. To make the situation better I crouched down so they could see each other through my car.

“I said ‘AM I OVER-DRAWN?” She yelled.

I couldn’t help but peek over in her direction, and as I did so, she looked at me. It took a few seconds for us to recognize each other’s face (it had been 10 years or so) but I could see that she was Alyssa, my friend from high school. Instantly we both started laughing. Then we too yelled back and forth across our car windows until her transactions were done. It was genuinely good to see her, and it felt so good to laugh (I never thought I’d write something so corny.)

When the nausea returned a couple moments later I knew that the Lord–albeit briefly–had answered my prayer.

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25 thoughts on “Brief Comfort”

  1. You have a lot of people telling you things about pregnancy and how to survive and all that good stuff, but I just want you to know that although you cannot imagine feeling good again or wanting to ever eat again, you will, do both.

    The Lord really cares about us, that's the beauty of it all. The little things we care to talk to him about, he responds to. And although I often fill the bill for writing corny posts, I'm happy you joined me today. Corn is good, so are candy corns, but only a small handful once a year.

  2. Courtney, I love this story because it is yet another testimony that the scriptures and the word of the Lord, are meant for us and our lives. Trying to help my children understand this is important to me. Thanks for sharing.

  3. It really stinks to be sick all the time! I remember it well. Good thing it doesn't last forever. (Although it seems like it does!) But you are definitely a trooper going golfing with the Laurels and Priests last night.

  4. Oh can I relate! I was nearly bedridden for the first 4 months of my pregnancy due to that "nauseated" feeling. For me the nausea was all consuming. I actually lost 20 pounds – good thing I had it to lose! It was horrible! HOWEVER, it's worth ALL the discomfort, as you well know.

    I have been "spying" on your blog for the last couple months. I found you from… I don't remember. You are linked on a lot of my blogger buddies. Anyway, you are a wonderfully interesting and refreshing LDS woman. I look forward to following your pregnancy!

  5. Glad to see you are still doing your best to "Enjoy It!" Hang in there kid, I wish you many more moments of "comfort" (p.s. Someone get this poor girl some 7up and Saltines stat!)

  6. You can do this. Just take it one bit at a time.

    When I'm pregnant, if I think about all the time stretching ahead of me during which I will feel rotten, I get overwhelmed… but if I take it one day, one little bit at a time, then I feel like I can do it.

  7. I'm so glad you received this little pick-me-up, and that you shared it with us.

    Pregnancy sickness can be so overwhelming. (I refuse the term "morning sickness" because it's a misnomer–how about "all day sickness"?) I remember thinking, "If I felt this weak and this sick and I WASN'T pregnant, it would be considered a major medical emergency." But when you're pregnant, people just smile and say, "oh yeah, well, you're pregnant, so…"

    It's amazing how incredibly ill you can feel without being ill.

    The only saving grace for me was realizing that every day I felt sick meant that the baby was still alive and growing.

  8. Distractions can be very helpful. When I was pregnant-sick, the only things that ever helped were (1) sleep (2) unexpected distractions, especially the social kind–even if it's just a minute or two, it is nice relief. And heaven sent!

    I couldn't stand soda crackers though; for me all that sounded good was Rice Chex and occasionally bread. And diet Dr. Pepper, sometimes.

    You will get through it! That is my prophecy. One day in a few weeks you will wake up feeling fine (and ready to eat "big girl food") just like how one day you woke up feeling horrible. It's a funny transition.

  9. Pregnancy blows. There is no good way through it. You just have to grit your teeth and remind yourself that you will be a normal person again someday. I used to sing the Jodee Messina song 'I tell myself that everything will be just fiiiiinne. I'm just goin' through a little down time."

    I literally have hummed that song a hundred times to get myself up off a bathroom floor after puking. And I don't mean that metaphorically. One time I was so sick, so dizzy, so lightheaded and tired, I lay down in a (yes, public!) bathroom to rest my head on the tile floor, because the tile felt so cool.

    Welcome to pregnancy, girl. Don't worry, you'll forget all about the puking as soon as you feel that little baby wiggling around in your belly. Coolest feeling ever.

  10. i agree with everything that heather said, except for the part about only enjoying a small handful of candy corn once a year– AS IF! 🙂

    be strong, courtney! i'm in the stage of contemplating being in YOUR stage again. . . thanks for reminding me how GREAT it is! 🙁

  11. I am at the tale end of it now. Different kind of rough I tell ya. The beginning is hard and the end is hard. Well, I guess for some, the middle is hard too, but my pregnancy middles are nice.

    I now sleep with two pillows under my head to deter the heartburn and acid reflux, one pillow under my belly and one pillow at my back to wedge me up to the other pillow in the front. It's the uncomfortable-oh-my-gosh-I-am-as-heavy-as-a-whale stage.

    Somebody asked me yesterday at a RS meeting if there was anything they could do to help me. I asked them if they could come over and walk up and down my stairs for me all day. They just laughed.

    They thought I was kidding.

    hang in there cjane.

  12. Hmmmm. Do I go with nausea (I'm sorry), scripture power (I'm not worthy), the sick-to-your-stomachness of banking (Amen) or the comfort inherent in a good laugh?

    I'm going with the laugh.

    I was having an absolutely rotten day at work on Monday and it sort of carried through the middle of my sleep right into Tuesday. I didn't ask, but comfort was granted nonetheless when I was researching a news story and an spoof ad by Slate popped up. It was for a new book by O.J. Simpson.

    The title?

    "If I stole it."

    Bwahahahaha! I laughed out loud.

    And that was just what I needed.

  13. Just came back from the banks (Yeh I said banks. It is bad enough to go to one, but we have 3!) and when I got home I had to check my email and hopped over to see how Courtney was doing today. She's posting about going to the bank, so I HAD to laugh. Going to the bank is not at the very top of my ugly list, car dealerships take that top spot, then the DMV, then the gynecologist or dentist, then the bank. I have no doubt you will keep your sense of humor through this ordeal, but in the mean time thank goodness for prayer and tender mercies. Time also to be thankful for being a stay-at-home-mom-to-be, cuz puking at work sucks BIG TIME, as does working during the first and last trimester in general!

  14. Isn't it wonderful to be so sick!? I just smile with satisfaction that you are going through this. Am I evil? NO! I'm happy for you and I love it when people know how I feel. Is that egotistical? I think so. Love you sweet Cjane!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  15. We had a dear friend who had lots of fertility problems. When she finally became pregnant she was unbelievably ill–throwing up as many as 10 times a day. My daughter and I found the perfect book for her one day at Barnes & Noble and just laughed & laughed. It was called "Pregnancy Sucks: What to do When Your Miracle Makes You Miserable." I have no idea what the book says, but the title is priceless!

    Hang in there, and good luck in finding that one elusive food that makes you feel somewhat human!

  16. That sort of experience is called _________________ with Jesus. I usually shop with Jesus. Sound like you bank with him.

    Try apricot nectar—it may help you.



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