Ah Mibbes. There are no words. I'm sure you're right that E will bounce back quickly, but I imagine that will be hard for you too 
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So I don't know whether or not you would find it helpful for me to set out how it was for us. I'll do so now, but please don't feel you have to read it.
I think in many ways the main differences between your situation and ours are firstly that it wasn't such a shock for us. We'd been told from the outset that there may be problems as even really really early on my hcg didn't rise as it should. Then there was the spotting (brown and red), but at every scan (had a few due to the spotting and the previous mmc) they said everything was fine and LO was measuring right for dates.
Then we had the nuchal, and the scan and the measurement were fine too. But as soon as we got the blood results it all kicked off. The consultant phoned me personally to discuss the results; I should have known as soon as I picked up the phone that it was bad news - they don't call to let you know everything's fine. The bloods were so abnormal (levels so low) that they thought the sample must have been contaminated, but I knew it wasn't going to be as simple as that. So they re-scanned and repeated the bloods. I think the consultant expected the baby to have died before the re-scan; he said he'd only seen bloods anywhere close to mine before and the baby had died by the time he re-scanned. The second bloods were (of course) as bad as the first.
We then had to decide whether to have an cvs or wait for an amnio. As the amnio had a lower risk of mc we decided to wait. During the intervening weeks the consultant saw us for weekly scans, at his insistence. I think it was probably because each week he expected the baby to have died, but each week there he was, growing away. The consultant was by that stage unhapppy with the general 'look' of the scans. He said it wasn't so much anything specific but he is very experienced and just knows instinctively what a healthy baby looks like. Plus he was unhappy about the amount of amniotic fluid (not enough). Each week he would say "I'm increasingly pessimistic" and I'd say "you said that last week" and he'd say "well I'm even more pessimistic now that I was last week". It was awful, but at least the end result wasn't a shock.
I had the amnio at about 15.5/16 weeks. We got the results pretty quickly and they confirmed the doctors suspicions that the baby had a chromosome disorder called triploidy where instead of 2 copies of every chromosome the baby has 3. The amnio results also told us the sex. If you imagine that babies with down's syndrome have an extra copy of one chromosome you can imagine how devastating it would be to have an extra copy of every chromosome. To use medical speak, they call it "incompatible with life". There have been babies born aloive with triploidy, although that's very rare, but I'm not aware of any ever having been able to leave the hospital. So although it was a devastating position in which to find ourselves, in some ways we didn't find the decision to terminate the pregnancy difficult. Once we knew that the only life he could possible have was one filled with pain and hospitals the decision was made for us.
We waited a little while before going ahead, I just wasn't ready, mentally. I knew what I had to do, but I wasn't quite ready to do it.
Eventually, when I was 17.5 weeks, I went to be induced. As is happening with you, I went in on the Friday to take the tablet which I was told had the effect of "switching off" the pregnancy hormones. It seemed impossible that such an inoccuous looking little white tablet could do something so powerful.
Then we went back on the sunday morning for the induction. We had been told to expect to be there for the long haul so I took over night things, a change of clothes, lots of knickers, shower stuff etc. From memory I'm pretty sure the hospital provided all the maternity pads etc but I supposed you might need to take some . The best things we took were a huge selection of the sunday papers and my laptop. I bought speakers for it specially and we took about a thousand hours worth of dvds including several box sets. I had a terrible fear of sitting and staring at the walls. I also took any cards we'd been sent by friends who knew what was happening.
The DVDs were invaluable from the outset. I had a nice private ensuite room, which was something. They kept us waiting for ages when we first got there - cue DVDs and paper skimming. When they finally saw me at about 12-1pm they gave me a pessary to start things off. They warned me that things probably wouldn't sttart happening until about 6pm and I wasn't likely to deliver the baby until about 1am. They said they would keep gooing with the pessaries until things kicked off fully. In fact, it all started much more quickly than they expected. Very soon I was getting period type pains and I had what I know know (but didn't then) was a show. The mw's were lovely and came and looked at my pad with me, and generally looked after me. I think that's why they do indictions on sundays, because the wards are generally quieter. Pretty soon I was asking for pain relief. I think my situation was reasonably unusual, partly becuause things happened so quickly, but I have tio admit I was in quite a lot of pain quite quickly. The reason I'm telling you that is firstly so you're not surprised if it's that way with you, and secondly because we should have been a lot more pro-active than we were in asking for pain relief. I had co-codamol, fairly quickly followed by some oral morphine and then a morphine injection in my bottom, which quite honestly may as well have been saline for all the good it did. By that stage the contractions were lasting about 45 seconds and were every minute and a half and I won't lie to you, it wasn't pleasant. BUT there is NO reason for you to experience that level of pain. DH didn't want to trouble the doctors by telling them what a state I was in (we were pretty much left alone to get on with it) - which is partly why we had a doula when DD was born, becuase I didn't trust DH to listen to me and not fob me off.
Eventually DH called the nurses and once they saw what a state I was in things moved pretty quickly. They got me gas & air from the labour ward and a morphine pump which I could administer myself as needed. It was the BEST thing ever, and there is no reason for you to get to the stage I did without having something similar. But please remember a lot of women don't experience that level of pain, and if you do there are drugs they can give you to knock it on the head.
It was very bearable pretty immediately after the morphine pump arrived. At most I think the pain only lasted about 2-3 hours. I suddenly had a contraction which felt different from the rest and my waters broke, and the pain stopped.
Later I realised that at that point DS pad passed through my cervix and into the top of my vagina, but I didn't realise at the time, all I knew was that the pain stopped. Pretty quickly I was sat up drinking tea and eating sandwiches. At about 6pm I really needed to go for a wee. DH helped me into the bathroom, it was a bit of a performance as I was hooked up to the morphine pump and a saline drip. I'd been told to place a kidney dish over the loo in case I passed anything while I was on the loo. I went for a wee then felt something that felt like a big clot, but that still seemed to be attached to me. I called DH to get a nurse but he came and looked and said it was the baby, he was out, but the cord was still in. A lovely nurse came to help me. She cut the cord and helped me back into the bed. Then, irritatingly after all that, the placenta wouldn't come away properly so there was lots of faffing while they messed around and tried to get it out. Eventually they gave up and told me I'd have to have an erpc. When we eventually got to the theatre and spoke to the anaesthatist at about 11.30pm I asked him whether it was ok that I'd had tea and sandwiches at about 5.30.... he said no it wasn't and I'd have to wait til morning, apparently they should never have let me have it in the first place 
. So back to the room and more dvds. They kindly made up a bed for DH as well and we did actually get some sleep. I went for a wee again at about 6am and passed the rest of the placenta, so I didn't end up having to have an erpc.
The worst thing was that they made me go for a scan in the morning to check there was no "retained product". They had to do it vaginally which was pretty uncomfortable, but the worst thing was seeing the empty space where we had seen DS so many times during the various scans.
When he was born they said he was measuring about 16 weeks, so it may be that he died at a very similar stage to your little one . Because they're only tiny at that stage (he was about 6-8 inches long) your cervix doesn't need to dilate as fully as for birth at term, which may be why it happened quickly. It was painful, but it was NOTHING LIKE when DD was born, so please don't panic about the pain.
I decided I didn't want to see him. They're not cooked at that stage, they're not made to be seen at that point, and I was worried that if I did see him the image would haunt me during any subsequent pregnancies. DH was undecided before he was born, but afterwards he decided to see him, which was the right decision for us. It helped me that he was able to describe what he looked like without me having to see him. I'm sure the nurses would do something similar for you if you wanted them to. We didn't take any photos. What we do have, and which some of the girls on here have seen, was get ptints of his hands and foot prints. I'm so glad to have them. They are tiny and totally perfect.
We took a blanket which had been mine when I was a baby to wrap him in.
We left the hospital at about 10am on monday morning. Physically I was ok. I bled for a while and passed a few clots but I wasn't in any pain.
The next chapter was the funeral, but I think this is already the longest post anyone has EVER written on mn, so I'll leave that for another time if you want to hear about it. It may be that the fact that my dad and my DH are both funeral directors made a difference, but the funeral was definitely a very healthy and positive experience, although desperately desperately sad. It was just me, DH and the vicar who married us. Afterwards DH went for a posh lunch and toasted our little boy with slightly too much champagne. In many ways, weirdly, it was a good day.
I wish there was some way I could ease your pain. I doubt there will be, but if there is ANYTHING at all I can do please just holler. I'll keep my phone close for the rest of the evening and tomorrow in case you post/text. Sending you lots and lots of love xxx