Hi - I wanted to share my M/C with you and also ask why I had so little information/guidance.
About 2 weeks ago, I started with some light brown spotting. Thought nothing of it, expected something like this in early preggo and carried on. Went camping and had a lovely time. As we got back, the spotting changed from red to brown, got heavier and I became worried.
I ended up heading to A & E where I was duly sent to the emergency gynae ward where I was seen by nurses several times. I had a scan and told the horrid news that the baby had stopped growing at about 6 weeks (they thought) and the pregnancy sac was there and looked the size it should be at nearly 12 weeks. They could not confirm if the egg had stopped completely and so was booked for another scan a week later to confirm this (I knew it meant it had and that the chances of it being viable were VERY slim)
I was sent away in floods of tears knowing that it was definitely not viable as I knew I had my dates right though they were saying that in a few cases, dates can be wrong and it could be ok.
That night I started with heavy cramping and some bleeding. I suppose I expected that. Pain was controlled by ibuprofen and paracetamol. Ok. The next day, I thought it was all over, carried on as normal. Same bleeding and some pain but to be expected. The next day, we decided to head home to see my parents as I was very sad and needed to be somewhere I felt super comfortable and looked after (my husband is ace and we like being at my folks house). All was ok, went to see MIL first where we chatted about what had happened and how sorry she was (she was very upset).
I'd had quite a lot of pain that day and my MIL noticed I was struggling but I carried on. We headed to my parents, got there and as I ran into the kitchen (I knew something was wrong), I haemorrhaged all over the kitchen and hall, ran to the bathroom and screamed. It was AWFUL. I certainly had not expected that. My dad set to cleaning up the hall and kitchen while my husband made tea (How much tea have we drunk over the last week or so!?). I got sorted, changed and managed to eat dinner. We were very relaxed by now, clean and ready for bed. I even had a glass of wine! It was horrid though and so unexpected. WHY was I not told this MAY happen? Even just a little warning or idea?
The next day, more pain, but this time utterly horrific. Like someone was twisting a knife into my stomach over and over again. Eventually, I could take NO more. I was sweating, being sick and in a horrid place. My parents were worried!
Ended up in A and E again, with a drip, morphine (hallelujah!) and nil by mouth! It turned out this was the main part of the m/c. I was transferred to another hospital with a gynae unit where I was examined. I went to the toilet while there and passed a large amount of product (had passed some before) and the nurse told me she thought that was it and could they send off the tissue to be tested? I said YES! Of course. Upon further examination and scans a few days later, it was confirmed that the m/c was complete, my cervix was closed and womb getting back to normal.
A week after all this, I have almost stopped bleeding, certainly stopped crying and now all I do is ask questions. Why did it happen, did I do something wrong and WHY was I not given any advice about what could happen if the m/c was to start normally after the first scan.
Why did no one give me any info, any pads or any advice? I just don't understand. What if I had gone back to work and haemorrhaged at work in a classroom?
I also don't know why people think because m/c is so 'common' it is just dismissed? Why are no tests being done? Why can we not have answers?
More needs to be done.
I am glad I have shared my story and my thoughts.
I am still off work - can't shift the thoughts of what did I do? Why did it happen? I worry about crying in front of one of my classes. I've been told to take as much time as I need. I will. But I also need normality. I will go back to work next week, I am sure.
Sorry for the length of the post
Thank you to all the people who looked after me