Hi everyone,
Thank you for sharing your stories. They have helped me a lot as most of the online blogs and stories on charity websites don't seem to deal with the actual process, which is what I am finding so hard. I don't feel grief, it feels too small to grieve, and all the advice seems to be 'it's ok to grieve ... '
I am going to describe exactly what happened here so please don't read on if you don't want to know this as I think (I don't know) that my experience/response was quite extreme and I don't want to upset anyone but I also wish I could have read some similarly explicit descriptions myself. xxx
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Anyway I started bleeding lightly last Friday and midwife said it was light and just to keep and eye on it as I had my 12 week scan on Monday. But I knew something was wrong and so was prepared. I have an 18month old and it all just felt so different from how it had felt at this stage with her. I went in on Monday alone and my partner waited outside with the baby. The baby had stopped growing at 6-7 weeks (6 weeks ago.) I was told to attend the EPU at 10am the next day. But on the Tuesday morning I had terrible contractions and suddenly huge bleeds and was passing clots the size of my hand. It went on for an hour and the bathroom was covered in blood. I was desperately trying to clear it up so my partner didn't see the worse but I ended up just standing in the shower while it felt like my insides were falling out. I'm not sure I will ever forget it.
After an hour my partner called 111 - we had no idea if this was normal or not. Nobody had told me anything the day before and we didn't want to call 999 if this was normal. I was staring to feel faint and 111 called an ambulance which arrived within 20 mins (amazing considering the strain services are under.)
They took me to the EPU emergency department where I was very unsympathetically rescanned by a horrible doctor but then rescued by some amazing nurses and HCAs who were kind and wonderful. I was told I would have to be admitted for emergency surgery as I had lost so much blood and the embryo and sack and lots of 'product' were still very high and 'not shifting' - the language they use is brutal.
This was at 10 am and the contractions and bleeding was subsiding now. There were no beds on the ward until 5 pm so I waited in a triage room and was put on a drip as I was nil by mouth and my blood pressure had dropped and I had a temperature. I eventually went to theatre at 9:30pm. The worst thing was that due to COVID I was totally alone this whole time as my partner wasn't allowed in and we had nobody else to watch our daughter either. I understand the reasoning obviously but it was still awful signing all these consent forms and making decisions about what to do with the 'remains' on your own when you are in shock.
I don't know if this will reassure and relieve those of you who wanted surgery and were not allowed it , but because of COVID the anethestist said she would not be allowed to do this under general as she would want to as it was possible to use a spinal block. Apparently they have to write a written justification for all generals at the moment. Because of this I was awake the whole time and I found it brutal. I had the removal by suction which to be fair was probably better than a D and C awake but it was so invasive and sterile and I am still having flashbacks and nightmares about the theatre. It only took about 15 minutes but I could feel and hear it all and I don't think I will ever forget that suction sound. I was so scared and felt so alone. Also the feeling of helplessness I felt when I couldn't move my legs has really affected me since. I saw a pot being taken away full of all the stuff they had sucked out and that has also stayed with me as I specifically requested I wouldn't be able to see it.
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