Thank you for your posts.
I appreciate the offer to talk, literaryone. What follows is a bit of a novel...
jkb I am very sorry for your loss. How are you now?
I feel a bit like I have been run over by a train but I suspect that this is normal. Sometimes I feel ok and then without any notice I will fear tearful.
Basically, I stopped feeling certain movement on Friday 16 November, started spotting on Monday morning and had an ultrasound confirm that there was no heartbeat on Thursday (November 22).
I was admitted on Friday morning to be induced.
I never started bleeding as I expected I would. Cramping increased and waters went with no blood.
Baby girl, Rachel, was delivered at 11:22pm in Friday evening. I was alone in my room when the waters went, I rang the nurse but caught her myself before anyone arrived.
It was nice (well relatively) because it felt less clinical than I am sure it would have been. Dh was about 300 m down the road still. I had foolishly sent him off to be with the dcs because I felt that progress was too slow.
I was transferred to Labour and Delivery but the placenta was stubborn and after 3 hours, much bleeding, some pushing and some unauthorized pulling on the cord, I eventually needed an emergency D&C...
Once back in my room, I was too uncomfy to sleep. I was often asked if I had any pain to which I replied YES but was never offered medication. I am still not sure how to interpret that. I eventually asked directly and was told that the doctor would order me something--LATER... This ended up being antibiotics and a multivitamin at discharge?!?
I was tempted to take my own paracetamol but aware that this would mask a fever...
The midwife was lovely but the other nurses were scary or useless or both. The consultant was actually the Maternal Fetal Medicine specialist who did both of my scans and took pity on us because the consultant I had seen for previous antenatal checks is on holiday until January. Friday is usually his day off. He was truly an angel for not fobbing me off to explain my story to another unfamiliar doctor.
Throughout the process the language barrier was tricky but not as much as the cultural one. I underestimated this since we have been in South East Asia for 2 1/2 years.
I am back home now with boobs the size of cantaloupes wondering why I don't seem to be able to find any information on milk donation here. The consultant thought I was crazy for asking and told me to bind my breasts and not touch my nipples for a few weeks. Stellar advice for someone longing to have mastitis again but not so great for me.
The hospital helped to arrange a small funeral on Sunday which was both helpful and uncomfortable. Dh and I went on our own.
Sorry for have written a novel...