I found out I was pregnant a couple of days after missed period. I called my GP and had a 90 second chat and was told I’d receive a referral in post for community midwives (which I did)
Today, I should be 6 + 3 but I miscarried yesterday, at home.
I didn’t bother A&E and I didn’t even ring 111 (although I did my symptom checker online). I self managed because I wanted to keep it between us and not be poked and prodded under the glare of hospital lights. Besides, I saw from other people's experiences online that they would probably just send me home to wait it out.
It’s my first pregnancy and there was blood everywhere. I was so terrified. The moment I realised that my pregnancy symptoms had gone, I thought I might faint with shock and anxiety.
I rode it out without any painkillers, because I wasn’t sure what I could take and I didn’t have anyone to ask.
This morning I called my community midwives and they were so kind to me. They thought I needed a referral to EPU and they tried to get me one, but the EPU are unable to see me. They say 6 weeks “isn’t enough” and they are “too busy”. So, just “see how it goes and take another pregnancy test in a few weeks”.
I followed up with a quick call to my GP but the medical secretary said “if the EPU won’t see you, there’s nothing we can do about it. Call us in 2 weeks after another test. Go to A&E if you get another temperature” (I had a temp of 38 overnight).
I am the sort of person that will always “see how it goes”. I don’t ever bother the doctor. I don’t take antibiotics unless I’m at death’s door. I pay for all of my prescriptions. I get my pap done and then I go home and stay healthy like a good little girl. No fuss. No muss. That’s me.
What I went through this weekend was both painful and terrifying. But also heartbreaking. But... to think it wasn’t really “real” in a medical sense. You know? It kind of cuts me up.
I believe I passed my embryo at about 4pm yesterday. I didn’t stop to inspect it too closely. Closed my eyes and hit the turbo flush.
We’re going to try again and, next time, I won’t be telling my GP until I’m 8 weeks. It’s just too much to deal with, if it goes wrong. I guess what I learned this time is that the NHS don’t have any time for miscarriages that happen before 12 weeks. It’s not really a thing. Which is odd. Because it felt like a thing to me...