I left last night around dinnertime and got back on this morning and there were just too many notifications to answer them all. In fact, there were too many to read, although I did read a few. I especially liked the ones that said, "I would never smoke while I'm pregnant. Ever!" And the more immature comments like, "I bet she smoked pot too."
Well, here's the deal, girlies. I started puking before I even knew I was pregnant. Non-stop puking. Quit smoking because the thought of a cigarette made me feel sick. Went to the doctor, learned I was pregnant, and then the real fun began. I was really excited to be having a baby, it was my first, but my doctor got really concerned, really fast. I couldn't stop puking. I was working full-time and it became a thing at my office that when I arrived for work, everybody knew to be out of the bathroom because they all knew that would be my first stop. I had to carry a plastic container on the subway with me. I started losing weight, dangerously losing weight, like 17 lbs in the first couple months. My clothes were hanging off me. I was puking 6-7 times a day, sometimes dry heaving because there was just nothing there to throw up. I was getting dehydrated (which, for you girls who don't know a whole lot was very dangerous for the baby). In 9 months, I was hospitalized 12 times to be hydrated with IV's. And I would puke all THAT up. I couldn't eat, I couldn't drink anything without puking. I was given pre-natal vitamins and when I would drink the water to swallow them, I would puke that up and the vitamin would end up in the toilet, so I didn't get many of those down either. (Gasp! Another reason to blast me, for not taking my vitamins) I was given meds to help my nausea, and they were SUPPOSITORIES because I couldn't keep anything down. They didn't help. I had to go on bed rest and had to stop working. I was so violently sick that sometimes I couldn't even make it to the bathroom to puke at home and would throw up in the hallway on my way. I couldn't sleep because I was so sick. I couldn't REST because I was so sick. My doctor was telling me, "Look, you have got to do something to be able to eat and drink fluids." He tried everything, and so did I. My bf kept getting me different things to eat and drink and nothing worked. I lost more weight. I was hospitalized again. Hydrated again. I was miserable and scared and so tired of puking, and my baby was being kept alive basically by the fluids I was given. But she was not in a good way and neither was I.
I had a cigarette. And low and behold, I ate a piece of cheese pizza and drank a Coke and I was able to keep it down. Pizza and Coke, no shit. (Gasp again). And the cigarette tamped down my nausea enough that I didn't throw it back up. I didn't discover this combination until I was almost 6 months pregnant. I told my doctor. He said, "Whatever it takes. If that worked, great." He was elated that I could eat some solids again. So, that's what I did. I'd have a cigarette, I'd eat some pizza and I drank some Coke. And I started gaining weight. I still puked a lot, but not as much. I still had to be hydrated because I wasn't getting enough food and fluids still. But I was able to eat a little.
So, for all you that bashed me for having the occasional cigarette, it means nothing to me. I did what I had to do to have a healthy baby, and my doctor agreed that, at this point, I had to do whatever I could to be able to eat and drink.
Incidentally, when I had my second baby 4 years later, I started to get sick again. I couldn't stop crying in the beginning because I was afraid I was going to have the same experience again. I quit smoking. I got sick ALOT, but it wasn't as severe as my first. Thank God. I never had to resort to having the occasional cigarette with my second baby. And I only had to be hydrated a few times, instead of A LOT of times. Both my kids were born healthy, and still are today.
So, think what you want. I don't give a rat's ass. Unless you've been in my situation, you have no basis on which to judge.