This thread has been very useful for me following a complete miscarriage on Tuesday. TBH I think I'm glad I didn't see this thread before it happened though as I just went with what I was facing without too much over analysis on what might be happening, helpful given my geographical location at the time.
So my story...
Light bleeding started a week before the MC with very light cramps after evening meals for the last three days. Repeated calls to midwife assured me not to worry too much and I put the cramps down to indigestion as I eat rather large portions for supper!
Thought I should take weekends easier as I'm normally very active as I own a horse. I partially achieved this with support from DP (I assume this is Darling Partner?) but I had one slip that I can't help but kick myself for. I received a delivery of small haylage bales Sunday (bales each weight 30kg+) and regrettably I lifted a few after being teased about not being strong enough. Can't help but now think that this is linked.
Anyway, dating scan happened Monday when I was expecting to be 12+2; healthy, very wriggly foetus found with heartbeat and all body parts present so massive relief. Foetus was a little smaller so advised I was probably only 11 weeks along. Asked again about bleeding and told that unless I was going through two pads a day and suffering unbearable cramps then I wasn't to worry.
Based on this advise I shared the scan photo with my family, thought I'd got away with the lifting and merrily made a four hour journey for a construction site visit with work the next day armed with one panty liner in my usual overnight bag.
Overnight suffered excruciating cramps but had a bout of diarrhea and vomiting after which the cramps stopped and I could sleep so I put it down to something I ate.
Next day I had mild cramps in the morning but nothing I couldn't breathe through. Bleeding was getting a little worse so I got a pad out of the dispensing machine in the ladies - boy was I relieved to find that machine there as I often go to sites that are only occupied by men so it was usual to have a separate ladies toilet, let alone a dispensing machine!
Mid morning we then went out for the site visit. About 15min in I felt a feeling of warm liquid down below. I'd only been to the toilet just before leaving the offices so I hesitated going back to the toilet again so soon, however I swallowed my pride and asked to be pointed in the direction of the toilets.
The key for the site toilet was found and as soon as I had peeled off my massive jacket and overalls and sat down I felt a gush. Not knowing what was happening I was rather thrown but after a few gushes I thought perhaps it was over so I filled my knickers with toilet roll, cleared up as best I could, put a brave face on it and left the safe haven of the toilet.
I decided that I should go to A&E since the scan nurse's triggers had well and truly been met so whilst the Safety Advisor (thank GOODNESS this was the first female Safety Advisor I'd worked with on a project!) was sorting out the arrangements I went back into the office block, got another pad out of the dispensing machine and had another short spell on that toilet at which point a few more gushes came out.
This is turning into quite a post, sorry, however I think I'm finding it quite therapeutic so I'm going to keep going, feel free to scroll on by.
After a nerve wracking wait whilst we worked out which hospital to go to we set off on the 60min journey to the bigger Norwich hospital with me still wearing my site overalls to cover up the "incident" and sitting on my waterproof jacket for fear of marking the seat material
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More waiting ensued at the hospital and after 1hr waiting for triage I was given two pairs of delightful hospital knickers and four pads. Bloods and urine were taken but I couldn't be fitted in for a scan until 18:40 so I was advised to go home and get scanned at my usual hospital. I got on the phone and was booked in for a scan the next afternoon.
Not the nicest four hour journey home, we even stopped for a pub meal on the way back for which I kept my site overalls on as they hid the evidence a lot better than my normal trousers which hadn't stood up to the experience very well.
That night I suffered more cramps but this time had the comfort of a hot water bottle to ease them.
Next day I didn't really do anything apart from wait. Scan eventually arrived at which point I was informed that I'd suffered a complete miscarriage. I was gutted and couldn't believe how quickly things could change - one day a very lively and what appeared to be healthy foetus, next day it's all over
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I'm dreading my due date rolling around, as well as my niece's 2nd birthday party in two weeks time and of course the mothers day adverts on TV aren't really helping. However, things weren't meant to be so I'm holding on to the small comforts such as it being a complete miscarriage so I didn't have to choose what to do next or go back to hospital again and also it sounds like the pain I suffered wasn't anywhere near as bad as others', perhaps because it all happened so quickly and didn't have to be medically triggered in any way.
Wednesday I think I was numb whereas yesterday I was up and down all day, perhaps due to the 2 day hormone thing that others have mentioned. Now I just need to get the lifting out of my head and perhaps I'll be able to move on to TTC again. I'm just gutted that we've got to start all over again and I know that any future pregnancies will be missing the excitement that we were just starting to let ourselves feel with this first one.
Sorry again for the length of this post (a record?!) but perhaps my experience will help someone else out there in some small way. I know this thread has really helped me to know that I'm not alone in the terrible experience that I've gone through.