LacePrincess
3 DS, now RPL (5 angels)
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We found out on Mon Dec 21 that our little bean didn't make it past 6w3d in growth with no hb. We were supposed to be 7w1d.
I was diagnosed mmc. Until the u/s I had nothing that indicated a problem. No spotting, no loss of symptoms, excellent betas. I did everything - ASA, prog support, methylfolate. It still failed.
Our third loss in a row and second in 6 months.
I chose Cytotec to get things going, and RE advised to take it that night to hopefully be done with it all before Christmas Eve. First dose produced some cramping and heavy AF-like flow for a few hours, but then it tapered off by lunch the next day. So I took the second dose 24 hours later. Second dose did absolutely nadda in terms of picking up the bleeding, it's still only light AF level. I did start feeling miserable all day yesterday, no appetite, exhausted, not excruciating pain but just ongoing muscle aches and backache, the kind of low level pain that when dragged on and on just makes you want to die. I was given Percocet but I'm only taking it when I have to since I'm sort of terrified of addiction.
After two doses my cervix is sort of lumpy and soft but 100% closed. ARGGGH. RE rx'ed a refill, and I took the third dose last night. As of early the next morning, I still don't seem to be bleeding much and a few more cramps but that's about it. It looks like after the weekend we'll be headed for the hospital for a D&C.
This. F'ing. SUCKS. I don't understand what I did in a past life to deserve the hell that won't end. Not only did I get our third loss as a Christmas present, but a m/c that won't freaking actually START but physically is giving me just enough symptoms that all I can do is lie on the couch and be miserable all day. So this'll be my damned Christmas week this year. I don't even want to eat anything, so much for comfort food. My boys have been lovely, giving me hugs and kisses even though they have no idea what's really going on, but emotionally I'm devastated and physically I'm completely beat down at this point. Ugh.
So......I guess I just wanted to complain a bit. I feel like just when it can't get worse, it does, sh!t on top of sh!t on top of sh!t. Now I can't even avoid the stupid hospital, and I can only hope I won't have to see any happy pregnant people on my way to having my bean sucked out of me on Monday.
I was diagnosed mmc. Until the u/s I had nothing that indicated a problem. No spotting, no loss of symptoms, excellent betas. I did everything - ASA, prog support, methylfolate. It still failed.
Our third loss in a row and second in 6 months.
I chose Cytotec to get things going, and RE advised to take it that night to hopefully be done with it all before Christmas Eve. First dose produced some cramping and heavy AF-like flow for a few hours, but then it tapered off by lunch the next day. So I took the second dose 24 hours later. Second dose did absolutely nadda in terms of picking up the bleeding, it's still only light AF level. I did start feeling miserable all day yesterday, no appetite, exhausted, not excruciating pain but just ongoing muscle aches and backache, the kind of low level pain that when dragged on and on just makes you want to die. I was given Percocet but I'm only taking it when I have to since I'm sort of terrified of addiction.
After two doses my cervix is sort of lumpy and soft but 100% closed. ARGGGH. RE rx'ed a refill, and I took the third dose last night. As of early the next morning, I still don't seem to be bleeding much and a few more cramps but that's about it. It looks like after the weekend we'll be headed for the hospital for a D&C.
This. F'ing. SUCKS. I don't understand what I did in a past life to deserve the hell that won't end. Not only did I get our third loss as a Christmas present, but a m/c that won't freaking actually START but physically is giving me just enough symptoms that all I can do is lie on the couch and be miserable all day. So this'll be my damned Christmas week this year. I don't even want to eat anything, so much for comfort food. My boys have been lovely, giving me hugs and kisses even though they have no idea what's really going on, but emotionally I'm devastated and physically I'm completely beat down at this point. Ugh.
So......I guess I just wanted to complain a bit. I feel like just when it can't get worse, it does, sh!t on top of sh!t on top of sh!t. Now I can't even avoid the stupid hospital, and I can only hope I won't have to see any happy pregnant people on my way to having my bean sucked out of me on Monday.