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Well, I've had better days! (Warning: medical/blood/general TMI)

8 years ago
last modified: 8 years ago

This is going to be long, and probably gross at times, so fair warning for everyone. I don't know why I'm writing it out other than it's a bit therapeutic and I'm still trying to process everything.


As some of you know, my husband and I have been trying to start a family for 4 years now, with no luck. We started consulting with IVF doctors, and a week after our second consultation, we were thrilled to find out I was pregnant naturally! I found out in late June, and I was looking forward to announcing here at the KT once it was safe to do so! I think some of you might have guessed from my acid reflux post a few weeks back.


Because of my medical history, I was being monitored closely, so I had blood tests 2-3 times a week and ultrasounds at 5 weeks. Last Friday, we found out that the baby stopped growing a few weeks back, and was no longer viable. We were absolutely devastated, as you can imagine, and spent the weekend grieving. My doctor had given me a few options, and we had chosen to miscarry naturally. We stopped Progesterone immediately and I assumed I would start miscarrying that weekend, but I didn't.


After processing it for a few days, I decided to get a D&C. I knew a natural miscarriage could take weeks and I wanted to have it over with. But mostly, we would be able to test the embryo and possibly see why I miscarried so we might be able to address it in the future. I scheduled one for today (Wednesday) at my fertility doctor's office. I then found out insurance doesn't cover it there, so I went to my OB yesterday and scheduled one for today in her surgical center. She gave me 2 doses of Cytotec to help my body for the procedure. I took the first dose last night as instructed, and I was supposed to take the second one this morning before the noon procedure.


Within an hour or two, I started experiencing the worst cramps of my life. I've never been in labor but it sure seemed similar based on everything I've read/heard. I couldn't sleep and I went to the bathroom repeatedly trying to find some relief. I went at 1 am and everything was fine, and I went again at 3 am, and (FINAL TMI WARNING) so, so, so much blood. I was bleeding profusely, filling a pad within seconds and gushing onto the floor. It was horrible!!! I immediately knew this was not normal so I woke DH and we rushed to the ER.


I began to get scared when they took me back immediately and I had 5 or 6 different doctors or nurses surrounding me and assessing me. I lost so much blood they were preparing for a blood transfusion. They called the OB on staff, who was wonderful, and she said I might have passed it already and might not need a d&c, but then a few minutes later I started bleeding profusely again and my blood pressure dropped about 30-40 points all of a sudden, and she said she's going to get the OR team prepped for immediate surgery.


I was absolutely terrified. Not so much of the procedure but the anesthesia really scares me. I was so upset, worried I wouldn't wake up and I would never see my husband again. I was able to talk to the anesthesiologist who told me that California law required him to put me under general anesthesia with intubation (based on my medical history) when I asked if I could do a stronger sedative type thing for the quick procedure. That didn't help my nerves at all, and so when he saw I was anxious, he basically said (very dry sense of humor) that I could do it now, when I'm stable, or I could wait, possibly bleed to death, possibly develop a nasty infection, possibly scar my uterus permanently, possibly cause infertility, and have a much higher chance of death if I wait than if I do it now. Well, that made the choice easy LOL. But I was still terrified.


Once I was there, it went very quickly. I said goodbye to my husband and they wheeled me in. They immediately put a mask on me and told me to breathe, and my first thought was "Is this what a CPAP mask feels like?" and then my second thought was "I CAN'T BREATHE!" I started panicking and trying to tell them that I couldn't breathe and I think I was trying to pull the mask off, so they strapped my arms down, my anesthesiologist gave me a cheerful "Goodnight!" and it was light's out, lol.


I woke up with a scratchy throat and I said "Is it done?" and they said yes. I remember reading about someone's d&c experience and the medications made her sob when she woke up, and I remembered that as they were wheeling me out, sobbing myself, and I'm pretty sure I loudly announced to all of the nurses that “crying is normal, my crying is a totally normal response to the medicines, don't worry" LOL I'm trying to not remember any other embarrassing things I might have said.


It's funny because I felt very coherent in the recovery room. My husband came in, and we spoke at length to the doctor who did the d&c and the anesthesiologist and I remember being so happy that I was awake and could really ask them all my questions. My husband said I was completely coherent. But as the hours pass, I can't remember anything. I remember talking to them, and I remember *feeling* coherent but I can't remember what was said. It's the strangest thing. Maybe the medicines have some amnesia properties, even though I felt completely awake at the time? I can remember only a few things.


I'm fine now. Emotionally I'm okay. It helped so much that I already knew it was a miscarriage. It would have been a thousand times worse if I still thought I had a healthy baby. The staff was amazing and really calmed me down. They were incredibly discrete and I didn't see any physical evidence of my loss after I arrived there and they cleaned me up.


I feel grateful, given my extreme reaction to the medicines (bleeding was NOT supposed to happen), that I had the d&c done in a hospital. I worry if I had gone to the surgical suite in the doctor's office instead, it might have ended differently. I’m grateful that I knew about the baby’s loss beforehand, which made a traumatic experience much less emotional. I’m grateful for the compassionate staff who made a horrible experience much less scary, and reassured me every step of the way. And I’m hopeful that our next experience will end much more positively!


Thanks for listening.

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