Morning, I thought I would write an update as to how I have been coping In the last few days which might be viewed by someone else who has recently discovered a mmc or have mc. I'm sorry, it is an essay!
So since finding out about my mmc on Monday, I began bleeding lightly from tues-thurs, with a lot of clotting when wiping. Although i remain crushed by our sad news, the bleeding did allow me to accept that what had happened was happening. My husband had to return to work on the Wednesday but rang me frequently during the day to check I was ok. I think he found returning to work difficult - leaving me and dealing with his own grief. He kept me going - got me out of the house in the evening to a local coffee house, made sure I was eating. Going to sleep and waking up during this period has been the worse...I tried to calm myself by watching TV until I was too exhausted to keep my eyes open anymore. When you awake, you have that momentary feeling that things are ok, and then the grief washes over and you have to start another day mourning the lost future. It helped though to role over to see my husband wide awake, united in our grief.
On Friday morning, the day I was due to have my ERCP, I felt a gush of blood come out of me which woke me up. I ran to the bathroom, stupidly locking the door in the process. And so the miscarriage began to dispel; endless blood and clots being passed. I couldn't leave the seat to unlock the bathroom door for my husband who was begging to come in. I felt no pain and tried to make myself as comfortable as possible. My husband put the heating on so I was warm and I wrapped myself in my dressing gown. Unfortunately I started to feel increasing unwell - this is why you must not lock the bathroom door! I did manage to leave the seat and let him in and shortly afterwards I fainted due to the loss of blood at which point my husband called the ambulance who were great. When I was well enough to move, they took me in.
I need to be graphic here to help readers who haven't yet been through this to know what to expect, but please don't be frightened. I only glanced down the loo which was full of think blood and clots. The female paramedic who got a better look told me that the embryo had passed and promptly flushed the loo, which then promptly blocked! I hadn't read about this happening- the toilet blocking due to the clotting. I don't know how I would ever have been able to deal with this if it wasn't for my husband. Whilst in the ambulance they were very tactful and said my hus was 'sorting a few things out and will follow us' as one of the medics past an industrial bag and bowl to their colleague to take in the house. I later found out that my poor hus had to de-clog the toilet by hand removing the sac, embryo which he took to the hospital. It must have been so traumatic for him and I know he cried. He hasn't talked about it much and I think he gets his strength my supporting me but I have said that he must talk to me or someone else if it continues to affect him. I just want to recommend that if you plan to miscarry naturally, you might want to discuss the possibility of this happening and prepare your partner or anyone who will be there to support you. And don't lock the bathroom door- I put myself in danger!
I will try to rush through the last bit (which actually is a very very long day). I arrived at hospital at 8ish and wheeled directly to the room. The doctors and nurses were so sympathetic and kind. I then had to be taken to the early pregnancy clinic which was all the more painful as the waiting room was full and I had been there several weeks before for a happy scan. I didn't want the other mums to be to see me - I didn't want to distress them and also felt like a reject so I held my head down and closed my eyes. An internal scan revealed that there was still products inside. We felt it would be the correct decision to proceed with the op. I was far too poorly to return home anyway, but I didn't want the uncertainty.
After then being transferred to a ward and then the day surgery - the waiting in the day surgery was the worse part of the whole day. My husband wasn't allowed through, I was told I would be taken to surgery immediately, but I was waiting alone for about 90mins. I felt so lonely and having received such fantastic support from the nurses, doctors and porters throughout the day, I was even the more sadder that none of the nurses popped their head around for what must have been an hour to see if I was ok - I lay sobbing without my rock, my husband. Despite the kind assurances from the posters above, I was incredibly nervous about being put to sleep, but the team were very nice and reassuring. I soon woke up in recovery to Christmas music. This didn't match the sadness I felt. Upon being discharged the doctors didn't come to see me to provide me with advice (I was told literally as I woke up in groggy state that everything went perfectly). I asked the nurse a few questions but she essentially relayed info from the fact sheet I was given which I suppose is fine. That evening I sat by our christmas tree with the glistening lights, eating pizza, with my husband and sister, and our cats. This was somewhat comforting after the physical ordeal was over.
So in the end I had a natural miscarriage and the surgical procedure. I don't regret how things happened. For me the natural miscarriage wasn't painful and the ambulance was only called because my body couldn't cope with the blood lost. This may have been prevented if the timing was different - because it was the morning of the ERCP, I couldn't eat or drink anything to replenish my energy. It is a shame I needed the ERCP anyway, but I was broken emotionally and physically anyway.
Today....I'm feeling 'ok'. During periods when I am feeling 'ok' I will try not to feel guilty or worry that people think I am over this. I know this will continue to hit me out of the blue like a punch in the chest, a longing and wishing that things had turned out differently and we were one of the lucky ones. It's torturous to think what might have been, like a lot of things in life. But I must focus on the new future - a new timeline as another poster mentioned. We hope and I'll send a pray to my dad that things will work out for us and we will get our baby. I hope this comes sooner rather than later.
Thanks for reading my essay.