I am glad to report that my D & C was much less traumatic than the insertion of the previously mentioned "devil sticks".
My mom and my husband came with me. I know some may think it is weird that my mom came, but my mom suffered 6 miscarriages, two of them in the second trimester (none of which there was ever cause for found). So she is my rock through all this. She also feels tremendously guilty for this, that she has some how passed this on to me.
I arrived hospital at the appointed hour (11:45), was brought back and given a gown, booties and hat to put on. Nurse came and inserted the IV. Then my mom and husband were allowed to come back with me. We waited for awhile, that is when my nerves kicked in, and the crying began. Things were running behind and I had far too much time to think.
My Dr finally came to talk to me (2:00), then the nurses are came and introduced themselves. The anesthesiologist came and explained exactly what would happen when I got back there. A few minutes later a nurse came and walked me back.
I got into the operating room and sat on the table, and completely broke down, sobbing my heart out. The nurses were so wonderful. They said just cry it out. It's okay, you suffered a terrible loss and you are having a really bad day. It is okay to just let it out. One even cried a little with me. So I cried. Then I laid back and next thing I remember was waking up in the recovery room.
They got me up, gave me my mesh panties and got me in a chair. A little while later my mom and husband came back. After about an hour at 4pm I was ok to leave. And we left. My husband picked up food at Mc Donalds and I inhaled a quarter pounder and fries. (mind you I had not eaten since before midnite the day before) We got home I crawled into bed and slept for 6 more hours. Then I woke up.
Then I cried again. I didn't feel pregnant anymore. I wasn't pregnant anymore. Not even a little bit. It was really over...
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11 years ago