I've had a rough couple of weeks...
Oct 13, 2017 9:42:42 GMT -6
Post by DrHooch on Oct 13, 2017 9:42:42 GMT -6
I feel the need to write this out and share it with people who will understand. Thanks in advance for reading. Also, tw: some graphic stuff and lc mentioned.
Backstory, if you don't remember: I had a m/c in June at around 6 weeks. Got pregnant again in August, 6.5 week scan showed the embryo was measuring behind. 8 week scan showed embryo was measuring 6 weeks and no heartbeat. 9 week scan showed no growth and no heartbeat. That was a little over two weeks ago.
I stopped progesterone and waited. And waited. Thought I would have to go on misoprostol, but we were going to wait an extra week because we were taking a long weekend visiting family in Canada and I didn't want to have to be going through that in another country on vacation. But my body had other plans. I started bleeding the day before we left. Since this is m/c #2 in a row, RE wanted to do genetic work up, but I was stressed about trying to carry that through customs and airport security. Rushed to get a doctor's note before we left.
During the trip I had horrible cramps and bouts of heavy bleeding (I could feel it and it felt like when my water broke with my first), but since the bleeding was in short bursts of 15-30 minutes, I wasn't super worried. Got back late Sunday night.
Monday morning while I was teaching I felt the heavy bleeding start again. This time it didn't stop. I was going through a pad an hour, so I called RE's office and they told me to go to ER. I had lab that afternoon and I tried to make it through, but I bled through my pad and pants and had to run out early and leave my teaching assistants to finish up because I was afraid I was bleeding out.
At ER, they did a bunch of blood work and then a physical exam, and basically the ER doctor pulled out the embryo with forceps (which hurt like hell). The whole thing was emotionally and physically painful. I tried to explain that I had a kit for recovery of the tissue to send for testing, but they told me they would take care of it. I went home that night.
Next morning, I called the RE. They told me they didn't know what happened to the tissue and that it was probably too late for testing. This nearly killed me. It was the only good I saw coming out of going to the ER. It turns out they sent it for testing, but not the right way (?!) so we may not get useful results.
This has been so hard and traumatic that both H and I aren't sure we can handle doing it again. I so want my baby to have a sibling but I don't think I can handle another m/c, and the only way to ensure I don't have to is to not try to get pregnant again.
Backstory, if you don't remember: I had a m/c in June at around 6 weeks. Got pregnant again in August, 6.5 week scan showed the embryo was measuring behind. 8 week scan showed embryo was measuring 6 weeks and no heartbeat. 9 week scan showed no growth and no heartbeat. That was a little over two weeks ago.
I stopped progesterone and waited. And waited. Thought I would have to go on misoprostol, but we were going to wait an extra week because we were taking a long weekend visiting family in Canada and I didn't want to have to be going through that in another country on vacation. But my body had other plans. I started bleeding the day before we left. Since this is m/c #2 in a row, RE wanted to do genetic work up, but I was stressed about trying to carry that through customs and airport security. Rushed to get a doctor's note before we left.
During the trip I had horrible cramps and bouts of heavy bleeding (I could feel it and it felt like when my water broke with my first), but since the bleeding was in short bursts of 15-30 minutes, I wasn't super worried. Got back late Sunday night.
Monday morning while I was teaching I felt the heavy bleeding start again. This time it didn't stop. I was going through a pad an hour, so I called RE's office and they told me to go to ER. I had lab that afternoon and I tried to make it through, but I bled through my pad and pants and had to run out early and leave my teaching assistants to finish up because I was afraid I was bleeding out.
At ER, they did a bunch of blood work and then a physical exam, and basically the ER doctor pulled out the embryo with forceps (which hurt like hell). The whole thing was emotionally and physically painful. I tried to explain that I had a kit for recovery of the tissue to send for testing, but they told me they would take care of it. I went home that night.
Next morning, I called the RE. They told me they didn't know what happened to the tissue and that it was probably too late for testing. This nearly killed me. It was the only good I saw coming out of going to the ER. It turns out they sent it for testing, but not the right way (?!) so we may not get useful results.
This has been so hard and traumatic that both H and I aren't sure we can handle doing it again. I so want my baby to have a sibling but I don't think I can handle another m/c, and the only way to ensure I don't have to is to not try to get pregnant again.
