Miscarried 9 weeks back in August. I passed the fetus whole, completely intact with the sac. I went to the toilet as the pain had ramped up really bad and I felt like a lot was coming out of me. It was just there, in the pad. I had to get my mum to dispose of it.
I wasn’t expecting that. I was expecting it to come out in clumps. It all happened really quickly. I had been bleeding for two days before. I had a scan and they confirmed there was no heart beat but that it was hospital policy to have two scans. I was due a scan the following day but the miscarriage happened hours later.
I’m glad it happened quickly but i had thought I’d go in for a D&C. There was no indication it was going to happen to quickly after the scan.
After it happened, I had my mum and friend tell me “well at least you have DD1 (who was still a baby at the time” or “well you could be like X who miscarries her first pregnancy” or “you could be like Y who had to terminate at 20 weeks due to Edwards” etc. Now I know that. I am grateful for that but Jesus you didn’t see what I saw. I hate competitive misery so I try not to engage.
I still can’t get the image of the fetus out my head, especially now I’m pregnant with DD2. I can’t get the image out of my head nor can I forgive people for comparing it to other people’s experiences (not their own I should add).
Sorry that was long and waffley (although therapeutic to write out)
I’m in an especially low mood