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MandyAmanda - 06:01pm Jun 10, 2012 EST
It was a sunday evening, and I was close to nine weeks pregnant. My husband and I had dinner plans with some friends that we were really looking forward to. About an hour before we were supposed to meet them I went to the bathroom and noticed a little blood after I wiped. I told my husband immediately, and convinced myself it was normal while he did some research online. We decided to cancel our dinner plans so that I could rest and drink lot's of water. The bleeding seemed to taper off that night and didn't return until the next afternoon. It was a bit heavier now and had changed from a light pink to a brown shade with little bits of tissue. I called my husband at work and then called our midwives. The midwife I spoke to scolded me for not knowing my blood type or my husband's. She asked me how soon I could get to the hospital, and gave me various instructions on where to pick up paper work, where to drop it off, and to fill up a large container of water to drink and not to go to the bathroom. My husband biked home from work and we waited for a cab to take us to the hospital. It felt like it took far too long to get a cab and my bladder was feeling fuller and fuller.
Our hospital experience was a nightmare. The various people we came across were cold and demonstrative towards us. No one bothered explain anything to us or even talk to us on a human level. I was told by the radiologist that husband was not able to come with for the ultrasound. When I asked why, she said that no one was allowed in the room for an emergency ultrasound. That was first time I heard anyone say the word emergency and began to cry. I told her that I would rather not have the ultrasound at all, and that we would just come back for our regularly scheduled appointment next week. She told me to wait while she spoke to someone about it, and then came back and told my husband to come with. When we got to the room she told him to stand in the corner. She also informed us that she could not tell us what she saw, show us anything or answer any questions. I just lied there during the entire ultra sound in silence, tears were rolling down my face and filling up in my ears. We were told to go get a blood test to find out my blood type, and then given a pager number to our midwife. We were to get the results from her over the phone.
The midwife called and said that the baby measured small about six weeks and two days, and there was no heartbeat detected. She said my hormone levels were low and that I needed to come back in a few days for another blood test. I was becoming slightly irrational at this point and refused to come back to the hospital. I was mad because of the whole experience, that I wasn't able to sit down face to face with a midwife and that I was told the blood test was to check my blood type not hormone levels. She told me they wouldn't know my blood type until the morning and that I could call them if I wanted to know the results. I was now even more freaked out. I was still bleeding and wondering if my baby stopped growing. I went online and did a million different search combinations on bleeding during pregnancy and low hormone levels. I also rested, cried and talked to my husband.
The next day I had a full on period and severe cramps. I knew I was having a miscarriage. I just kept thinking that something was dead inside of me and and coming out in tiny little pieces. I knew from the research that I had done that I was not to use tampons for risk of infection. I called a friend of mine who I was going to have dinner with the other night. She is a nurse and studying to be a midwife. I figured that she would be more helpful than anyone I spoke to at the hospital. She was a wealth of knowledge and also just a comforting friend. She told me it sounded like a miscarriage and also urged me to go back to the hospital for the follow up. She told me stories of her sisters having miscarriages and then going on to have healthy children. She made me feel like everything was normal and answered my questions. This was something I had not experienced at the hospital and really needed. My husband and I fought that evening. I can not even remember exactly what it was about. I screamed at him and left the apartment to get pads. I made it about a block and a half and felt like I was going to pass out. My legs felt week and my head felt dizzy. I texted my boss to let her know what was going on and that I needed to stay home and rest the next day. My husband began getting things for me: pads, glasses of water, blankets, heating pads, tylenol and making meals.
The next day we went back to the hospital to have another blood test. This one confirmed I was having a miscarriage. Once again, we did not meet with a midwife just spoke to her on the phone. She said that there was a drug she could call in that would expedite the miscarriage, and that I may experience severe cramps. She also told us that one of the midwives would call us the next day to check in. That was really about all she told us. What happened a few hours later was so far from severe cramps it's almost unbelievable and definitely irresponsible of the midwife for leaving out this information. I went into labor not even realizing what was actually happening. This was my first pregnancy after all. My body began to cramp so severely that I no longer felt comfortable laying down, sitting or standing. I was nauseous and began throwing up, then I had severe diarrhea. My body began to overheat and suddenly I felt the need to be completely naked. I basically camped out on the toilet for a few hours while my uterus expanded and expelled large pieces of tissue. When it was all over I barely had the energy to stand at the sink to wash my hands or walk across the hall to the bedroom. It was evening and I passed out in bed. At about four in the morning it happened all over again. This time was worse than the first because there was nothing left fro my body to release. I sat on the toilet and watched my belly expand to a size that was frightening. It felt like it was on fire and that it could possibly explode. My husband brought me ice water and a bowl to throw up into. I kept wishing that there was a punching bag in front of me. There was an energy that needed to be released from my body and nothing was happening. My entire body was aching and hot, and it lasted a few hours. It was the most intense pain I have experienced in my entire life. I threw up a few more times and then went back to bed.
The next morning I contacted my boss again and basically just took the rest of the week off. I didn't care about the money at this point. I could barely move. That entire day I mostly only got up to change my pads and go to the bathroom. My husband completely took care of me, and I was more in love with him than I have ever been. At this point we began telling our close family and friends the news and the worst was over. The midwives took about three days to check in and see how I was doing, and in between that time I received a voice automated reminder of my previously scheduled first prenatel appointment. I am still physically recovering. My body let's me know when I need to slow down. I can't help but wonder why women never talk about the pain that is involved in a misciarrage, not even the midwife warned me about what was to come. For me the pain was the hardest part, I do not feel defeated. For now I am resting and relaxing with a purpose, and when my body is ready we will start trying to concieve again.
It was a sunday evening, and I was close to nine weeks pregnant. My husband and I had dinner plans with some friends that we were really looking forward to. About an hour before we were supposed to meet them I went to the bathroom and noticed a little blood after I wiped. I told my husband immediately, and convinced myself it was normal while he did some research online. We decided to cancel our dinner plans so that I could rest and drink lot's of water. The bleeding seemed to taper off that night and didn't return until the next afternoon. It was a bit heavier now and had changed from a light pink to a brown shade with little bits of tissue. I called my husband at work and then called our midwives. The midwife I spoke to scolded me for not knowing my blood type or my husband's. She asked me how soon I could get to the hospital, and gave me various instructions on where to pick up paper work, where to drop it off, and to fill up a large container of water to drink and not to go to the bathroom. My husband biked home from work and we waited for a cab to take us to the hospital. It felt like it took far too long to get a cab and my bladder was feeling fuller and fuller.
Our hospital experience was a nightmare. The various people we came across were cold and demonstrative towards us. No one bothered explain anything to us or even talk to us on a human level. I was told by the radiologist that husband was not able to come with for the ultrasound. When I asked why, she said that no one was allowed in the room for an emergency ultrasound. That was first time I heard anyone say the word emergency and began to cry. I told her that I would rather not have the ultrasound at all, and that we would just come back for our regularly scheduled appointment next week. She told me to wait while she spoke to someone about it, and then came back and told my husband to come with. When we got to the room she told him to stand in the corner. She also informed us that she could not tell us what she saw, show us anything or answer any questions. I just lied there during the entire ultra sound in silence, tears were rolling down my face and filling up in my ears. We were told to go get a blood test to find out my blood type, and then given a pager number to our midwife. We were to get the results from her over the phone.
The midwife called and said that the baby measured small about six weeks and two days, and there was no heartbeat detected. She said my hormone levels were low and that I needed to come back in a few days for another blood test. I was becoming slightly irrational at this point and refused to come back to the hospital. I was mad because of the whole experience, that I wasn't able to sit down face to face with a midwife and that I was told the blood test was to check my blood type not hormone levels. She told me they wouldn't know my blood type until the morning and that I could call them if I wanted to know the results. I was now even more freaked out. I was still bleeding and wondering if my baby stopped growing. I went online and did a million different search combinations on bleeding during pregnancy and low hormone levels. I also rested, cried and talked to my husband.
The next day I had a full on period and severe cramps. I knew I was having a miscarriage. I just kept thinking that something was dead inside of me and and coming out in tiny little pieces. I knew from the research that I had done that I was not to use tampons for risk of infection. I called a friend of mine who I was going to have dinner with the other night. She is a nurse and studying to be a midwife. I figured that she would be more helpful than anyone I spoke to at the hospital. She was a wealth of knowledge and also just a comforting friend. She told me it sounded like a miscarriage and also urged me to go back to the hospital for the follow up. She told me stories of her sisters having miscarriages and then going on to have healthy children. She made me feel like everything was normal and answered my questions. This was something I had not experienced at the hospital and really needed. My husband and I fought that evening. I can not even remember exactly what it was about. I screamed at him and left the apartment to get pads. I made it about a block and a half and felt like I was going to pass out. My legs felt week and my head felt dizzy. I texted my boss to let her know what was going on and that I needed to stay home and rest the next day. My husband began getting things for me: pads, glasses of water, blankets, heating pads, tylenol and making meals.
The next day we went back to the hospital to have another blood test. This one confirmed I was having a miscarriage. Once again, we did not meet with a midwife just spoke to her on the phone. She said that there was a drug she could call in that would expedite the miscarriage, and that I may experience severe cramps. She also told us that one of the midwives would call us the next day to check in. That was really about all she told us. What happened a few hours later was so far from severe cramps it's almost unbelievable and definitely irresponsible of the midwife for leaving out this information. I went into labor not even realizing what was actually happening. This was my first pregnancy after all. My body began to cramp so severely that I no longer felt comfortable laying down, sitting or standing. I was nauseous and began throwing up, then I had severe diarrhea. My body began to overheat and suddenly I felt the need to be completely naked. I basically camped out on the toilet for a few hours while my uterus expanded and expelled large pieces of tissue. When it was all over I barely had the energy to stand at the sink to wash my hands or walk across the hall to the bedroom. It was evening and I passed out in bed. At about four in the morning it happened all over again. This time was worse than the first because there was nothing left fro my body to release. I sat on the toilet and watched my belly expand to a size that was frightening. It felt like it was on fire and that it could possibly explode. My husband brought me ice water and a bowl to throw up into. I kept wishing that there was a punching bag in front of me. There was an energy that needed to be released from my body and nothing was happening. My entire body was aching and hot, and it lasted a few hours. It was the most intense pain I have experienced in my entire life. I threw up a few more times and then went back to bed.
The next morning I contacted my boss again and basically just took the rest of the week off. I didn't care about the money at this point. I could barely move. That entire day I mostly only got up to change my pads and go to the bathroom. My husband completely took care of me, and I was more in love with him than I have ever been. At this point we began telling our close family and friends the news and the worst was over. The midwives took about three days to check in and see how I was doing, and in between that time I received a voice automated reminder of my previously scheduled first prenatel appointment. I am still physically recovering. My body let's me know when I need to slow down. I can't help but wonder why women never talk about the pain that is involved in a misciarrage, not even the midwife warned me about what was to come. For me the pain was the hardest part, I do not feel defeated. For now I am resting and relaxing with a purpose, and when my body is ready we will start trying to concieve again.
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