I was never a superstitious person which is why I didn't realize that I had booked my 10W scan on Friday May 13th. Went in as jolly as usual, actually ran a little cuz I was late for my appointment, didn't really think anything would happen cuz I had always been quite lucky in my life. Besides I just went through over 15 years of severe menstrual pain (the pain that would force me to lie down during periods) caused by Endometriosis and I just had an OP to remove it six months before this pregnancy. In my mind everything was prepared, i am 31 which is considered to be young now for 1st pregnancy, didn't smoke, stopped alcohol for 6 months already, exercise regularly, had ideal body weight, eating well, in a nutshell I was healthy as a bull. plus we just had US at 8w scan and saw clearly a strong heartbeat, I was so excited I even made my husband took a video of it.
When I got the bad news that the baby had died at 9W, just 1w before my scan, I could literally feel my eyes wide open and after staying still for about 10 seconds I started crying right there without my panties on... Felt kinda silly now thinking back but I managed to somehow pulled myself back together and went home. Unfortunately the weekend was a long weekend so I had to wait till Tuesday morning to have the ERPC. Nurses from the operation doc called me immediately after I left, my Gyn had already arranged everything for me so I was booked at 10am on Tuesday.
It was definitely awkward to have to carry the baby around for another 3,5 long days knowing that it had already died inside me. I actually had nightmares the first night and cried myself awake. Next morning I was doing houseworks, watching people through my winder as they were buying Saturday morning bread and coffee, taking out trash and i just started crying again. I had this weird feeling that everything is still moving like a swiss watch but my world seemed to have wheeled to a full stop. I felt so sorry and I actually said sorry to my belly cuz I felt I wasn't providing a good home for it and could not carry it to graduation. Also felt sad and scary like i had a iced cold stone still tucked in my belly. And then there is anger, avoiding all my preggy friends' social media posts cuz I was angry that God chose me to have this, why me. Then there is more guilt cuz I realized the sadness of this loss had turned me into an evil person and I started blaming myself again for having angry thoughts about other ppl's pregnancies.
The third day I decided to open my internet and try to get to the bottom of it. Although after everything i read(kinda a read all you can get kinda person), there is no why and how this happened and I may never know why I had it but I found the process of reading other ppl's stories and all the statistics quite healing for me. I know now in my logical mind that there is chromosome defects and the baby would never make it full term, and so far all the science will tell me I didn't do anything wrong that it was completely random. Throughout human evolution history the loss of baby and enduring of miscarriage is very real, surprisingly common but it was never really discussed about. Statistically almost every women went through at least one miscarriage in their lifetime and still went on to having healthy babies after all. So I guess this is just part of becoming a woman.
By the way I would really recommend doing the D&C instead of waiting for it to pass naturally. Last thing we need is another physical and emotional pain to experience the process that the body rejects and started expelling it. My OP was quite smooth, I was sensitive to the narcosis had some pain there but it was fixed immediately. I actually asked to stay awake before the OP and asked for a confirmation of the final US. The doc told me as it is, it made it to 9W, I said ok, now give me the narcosis, and just closed my eyes. 15MIN later the whole thing was over, but it took me almost 1and half hour to fully wake up. I kinda felt sad that as women they had to do this work everyday and they were so nice to me, so I actually joked and made the nurse giggle a little before i left.