I had a coil fitted a few days ago. It didn't feel right, not like the last time I had one fitted before I was pregnant with my youngest.
I drove there because I had been flooding for 48hrs; comepletly saturated and a few huge clots. Terrible stomach pains, they kept me sat up right from about 8pm, too painful to cry.
I got a good parking space and went in, explained my situation and took a seat. No pain relief for 4 hours, got through it by breathing techniques and watching the clock and the seconds tick by.
I got called into a scanning room at 10.40am and an old school gynae consultant internally scanned me. Phew, get this thing out of me and I'm out of here, I thought.
Bernie, I'm afraid you are miscarrying.
Adrenaline has kept me going, as have looking after my three wonderful children. But now it's hit me like a car crash and I go back to work tomorrow.
I have never experienced this and I don't know what to do. I'm told to go back on Friday, but how do I cope with this practically and emotionally?