Despite having lived much of her adult life alongside tabloid photographers, Catherine, the Princess of Wales, is not generally prone to oversharing. Unlike her American sister-in-law, Meghan Markle, the Duchess of Sussex, Catherine tends to prefer to stick to the script. Her vibe is low drama, with a perfect blowout. Two years ago, after she cancelled several appearances following a cancer diagnosis, she waited so long to publicly announce her illness that the internet exploded with conspiracy theories. (She was not, after all, in recovery from a bad haircut or a Brazilian butt-lift.) However, in 2012, when she became pregnant with her first child, George\u2014now second in line to the throne\u2014she was forced to reveal this condition early. She couldn\u2019t wait the customary twelve weeks before sharing the news because she was in the hospital, being treated for severe dehydration. Even princesses puke their guts out.<\/p>\n
Most people have heard of morning sickness. But when Catherine, then known mostly as Kate Middleton, became ill, it was the first time that many learned the term hyperemesis gravidarum, or H.G., which translates quite literally to \u201cexcessive vomiting during pregnancy.\u201d The clinical definition of H.G. varies, but it refers to a disease characterized by extreme nausea and vomiting that goes beyond what is expected when you\u2019re expecting. It is debilitating, and can be life-threatening for both the mother and the fetus; untreated, the fetal-loss rate is up to thirty-four per cent. No sign of these horrors appeared on Catherine\u2019s person as she was discharged from the hospital. She left coiffed and smiling, holding yellow roses and mouthing the words \u201cmuch better\u201d to the assembled press. Yet her name is so linked to the condition that a friend of mine, in the depths of H.G., found solace in telling people she had \u201ca touch of the Kate Middletons.\u201d<\/p>\n
Some women take a less discreet approach. Consider the Amy Schumer documentary \u201cExpecting Amy,\u201d from 2020, in which Schumer, besieged unexpectedly by H.G. in her first pregnancy, documents her struggle in unsparing detail. There\u2019s footage of her throwing up at home, but also in various vehicles, while recording a podcast, and before the start of shows. Her health becomes so unwieldy that she incorporates it into her act, shooting a promo for her special \u201cGrowing,\u201d in which she pretends to vomit using what looks like oatmeal as a prop. She\u2019s filmed being hospitalized and receiving intravenous fluids. Most of the time, she is able to joke about her condition, but sometimes she cracks. \u201cI resent the culture and how much women have to suck it the fuck up,\u201d she says at one point. \u201cDo I sound like a little whiny bitch?\u201d<\/p>\n
In the early-two-thousands rom-coms of my youth, a demure puke was often the first, sometimes the only, sign that our stylish heroine\u2019s life was about to change, big time. The ambitious television reporter played by Katherine Heigl in \u201cKnocked Up,\u201d gets her first inkling that she might be pregnant when she throws up during an on-camera interview with James Franco. In \u201cJuno,\u201d the twee 2007 film about teen pregnancy, Elliot Page\u2019s character, attempting to conceal her condition, pukes the remnants of a blue slushie into her stepmother\u2019s vase. \u201cI would never barf in your urn, Brenda,\u201d she says at dinner, when confronted. Like fainting, craving pickles, or struggling to wiggle into skinny jeans, vomiting, in the cultural imagination, is a stand-in for imminent motherhood, as legible as any pregnancy test.<\/p>\n
Some amount of morning sickness\u2014a misnomer, since it can strike at any hour\u2014is a normal part of many pregnancies. A woman\u2019s sense of smell can increase; you may be able to sniff out the raw meat at a butcher shop, your neighbor\u2019s shampoo as she walks by, or the contents of your dishwasher, with nauseating effects. Your morning cup of coffee may become gag-worthy. But in H.G. even these symptoms are taken to an extreme.<\/p>\n
Women with H.G. often become aware that they are pregnant from the sheer force of their nausea. In interviews with more than a dozen women who had experienced the disease, I heard stories of debilitating symptoms that started in the early weeks of pregnancy and often continued right up until birth. That\u2019s nearly nine months of the worst hangover of your life. Some women vomited upward of twenty times a day; many had been hospitalized. There is no reliable pre-pregnancy test to determine if a woman will develop H.G., so first-time parents are often taken by surprise. One woman told me having H.G. felt like being \u201con a shipping boat in the Atlantic, in the middle of a storm, and you can\u2019t get off, and the only relief is sleep or death. I\u2019d vomit, and then briefly, there\u2019d be half a second\u2019s respite, and then [the nausea] was there again.\u201d Another woman, in the last weeks of her pregnancy, told me, \u201cIt\u2019s like I got dropped into a marathon I didn\u2019t want to run.\u201d<\/p>\n
Studies show that the disease occurs in up to three per cent of pregnancies, though the real incidence may be higher, according to the Hyperemesis Education and Research Foundation (HER). The official figures only account for the most severe cases of H.G., in which women are treated for dehydration and other complications in the hospital. They do not account for untreated H.G., or for the many women who terminate their pregnancy because of the severity of their symptoms before receiving a diagnosis. A 2021 meta-analysis showed that up to sixteen per cent of women took anti-vomiting drugs during pregnancy. \u201cHyperemesis (HG) is not really a rare disorder,\u201d the foundation says on its website. Despite its prevalence and severity, researchers have struggled to get resources. Funding from the National Institutes of Health for maternal-health projects has decreased by roughly forty per cent during President Trump\u2019s second term. On moms.gov, a new website by the Department of Health and Human Services for new and expecting mothers, H.G. does not appear on a list of health conditions that may affect pregnant women. (The list is curiously short, featuring just four complications, including gestational diabetes and \u201cdepression among women.\u201d) Marlena Fejzo, a geneticist at the University of Southern California who has devoted her career to studying H.G. since experiencing it herself, told me, \u201cIt\u2019s the second leading cause of hospitalization in pregnancy after preterm birth, and yet it\u2019s often not considered a pregnancy condition. It\u2019s not taken seriously. And women are aborting.\u201d<\/p>\n
In May, I met with Fejzo at an international conference for hyperemesis gravidarum, held at a quaint hotel at the base of a fjord near Bergen, Norway. Fejzo is in her late fifties, petite and brunette, with birdlike features and a polite intensity. In the H.G. world, she is something of a celebrity; in 2024, she was named a Time Woman of the Year. In recent years, the research on H.G. has made startling leaps. Not long ago, many clinicians, including Fejzo\u2019s own doctor, still regarded the illness as a psychological rejection of motherhood, or a bid for attention. Fejzo\u2019s work has upended those assumptions, uncovering a distinct biological cause for H.G., and opening up new pathways for prevention, treatment or a cure. Speaking with me, Fejzo grew emotional. \u201cIt\u2019s been a long road,\u201d she said. \u201cWhat happened to me is definitely a motivator. If this didn\u2019t happen to me, I\u2019m sure I would have given up long ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
An odd thing about the world of maternal health is that, because the research is so badly funded, often the leading experts on a given disease have come to it through personal experience. At the hotel in Norway, attendees gathered for a meet and greet in the lobby. Over non-alcoholic spritzes, I spoke with nurses, midwives, researchers, and activists who had developed an interest in the condition after surviving H.G. The crowd skewed heavily female. One red-headed midwife from Utah told me that she had lost a job she loved during a bad stretch of illness. Sara Vanover, a stay-at-home mom with rhinestone-studded glasses, had flown in from Indiana. She was hospitalized for seven weeks in her second pregnancy, she said, and had lost a tooth from the acidic bouts of vomiting. She pointed to her jaw to show me where being sick had caused bone decay.<\/p>\n
The history of hyperemesis can be hard to stomach. As far back as antiquity, physicians have observed the dangers of excessive vomiting in pregnancy. Hippocrates noted that pregnant women who ate too little faced an increased risk of miscarriage. In the fourth century, Oribasius, the Roman emperor Julian the Apostate\u2019s personal physician, in a set of guidelines for prenatal care, recommended long walks, fragrant white wine, and, occasionally, mustard. The tenth-century Persian physician Rhazes suggested small, protein-rich meals of chicken or goat to encourage good humors, and quinces and pomegranates to restore appetite. In the nineteenth century, doctors began to differentiate between normal levels of pregnancy sickness and the uncontrollable vomiting of H.G. They wondered where the symptoms were coming from. Was it a pelvic lesion? A rigid cervix? A bacterial infection? They prescribed cold drinks, opium, enemas, and hydrogen cyanide. As a last resort, they aborted the pregnancy, though many women, already weakened by months of illness, did not survive the procedure. Charlotte Bront\u00eb, the author of \u201cJane Eyre,\u201d who died, at thirty-eight, a few months into pregnancy, in 1855, experienced \u201csensations of perpetual nausea and ever-recurring faintness,\u201d according to her biographer and friend Elizabeth Gaskell. Though her death certificate lists the cause of death as phthisis, or tuberculosis, contemporary scholars believe she died of complications from H.G.<\/p>\n
In the twentieth century, doctors turned their attention to the mind. If they could not find a solution rooted in the body, perhaps the problem was psychological. The cultural anthropologist Margaret Mead suggested that women experiencing nausea were being influenced by friends who were \u201csetting the stage for how terribly she is going to feel\u201d during pregnancy. (Those pesky friends!) In 1952, the psychiatrist Sidney Rosen noted, \u201cNausea and vomiting have been considered an unconscious manifestation of oral rejection of the fetus, a repudiation of femininity, self-punishment, and punishment of the father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Doctors began using \u201cisolation therapy,\u201d removing women from friends and family, and denying them a sick bowl, with the goal of getting them to accept the pregnancy. Philippe Deruelle, a professor of obstetrics at Montpellier University, told me that, before he helped revise France\u2019s national guidelines for H.G., \u201cthe protocol was to put women in a dark room. She was not allowed to see family, or husband,\u201d he said. No phone calls, no television, no meals. The hypothesis was, \u201cIf you cannot vomit anymore, if you are punished, then you will stop the vomiting.\u201d One woman, who was treated at a hospital in southern France, in 2021, told me that she was placed in isolation three separate times, for a week each time. She was told, variously, that she was rejecting her baby because she was not grieving the death of a friend, and because she hadn\u2019t resolved a difficult relationship with her brothers. In her second pregnancy, a few years later, she was again isolated and denied visits from her partner and young daughter. Another woman, who was hospitalized in central France, in 2018, told me that she was placed in a dark room for eight days, and prevented from turning on the light or opening the shutters. Doctors told her that she was sick because she wasn\u2019t ready for the pregnancy and that she was \u201cvomiting out her baby.\u201d \u201cThese are traumas that will stay with me forever,\u201d she told me. In 2022, when Deruelle went to revise the guidelines for H.G. in France, he found that some doctors were still isolating women. Even today, \u201cWhen the doctor cannot treat H.G., they say, \u2018O.K., we will send you to the psychiatrist.\u2019\u00a0\u201d<\/p>\n
The lack of knowledge around the disease has left many women in the wilderness, trying to treat themselves. Speaking with former patients, I found a range of approaches. When symptoms first arrived, women were often advised to eat frequent, small meals, take supplemental B6 vitamins, and try ginger. (\u201cFucking ginger,\u201d my friend who had H.G. said.) On online forums for H.G., women desperate to stop the nausea compare notes on alternative therapies, including acupuncture, Reiki, hypnosis, and microdosing marijuana. Many women were prescribed antihistamines or Zofran, an anti-vomiting drug which can be taken orally or, in more extreme cases, through a device, worn like a fanny pack, that injects continually into one\u2019s body. I spoke with one woman, a dental hygienist who lives outside of Atlanta, Georgia, who was still dealing with medical debt from her Zofran pump, even as she entertained her six-month-old.<\/p>\n
Fejzo grew up in West Los Angeles, part of a tight-knit family with three siblings. Her mother was a German-language professor, and her father was a judge. Fejzo excelled academically, played the flute, and ran cross-country. She eventually got a Ph.D. in genetics, at Harvard. In 1996, while working on a postdoc at the University of California, San Francisco, she became pregnant with her first child. She felt sick almost immediately. She struggled to keep food down, and was unable to work for eight weeks. She lost fifteen pounds and went to the emergency room twice to receive I.V. fluids. She felt awful, but by the second trimester she had mostly recovered. She went back to work and eventually gave birth to a healthy baby boy.<\/p>\n
Two years later, she became pregnant again, with a girl, but this time the sickness was much more intense. \u201cI didn\u2019t think it could be worse,\u201d she said. She couldn\u2019t eat, drink, or move without \u201cviolently vomiting.\u201d \u201cI just had to lie completely flat on my back. If I sat up, even, I would vomit. It was like being paralyzed.\u201d She stared at the ceiling while her nurse administered different medications to try to control the nausea, but nothing worked. She recalled foaming at the mouth like \u201ca poisoned animal.\u201d Her parents, who had recently retired, took turns caring for her, while her husband looked after their two year old. She shrank to less than ninety pounds, becoming so weak that she needed a buzzer to communicate. \u201cI was really starving,\u201d she said. Eventually, she had a feeding tube placed. She was too ill to visit her doctor in person, but he never came to see her at home. When her family tried to communicate the severity of her symptoms, he accused Fejzo of exaggerating to win the attention of her husband and parents. At fifteen weeks, she started bleeding, and when she arrived at the hospital she learned that she had lost the baby. Afterward, her milk came in. \u201cIt was really sad,\u201d she said softly.<\/p>\n