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Jessa
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Hang in there -- it's long....
My husband and I went in for what we thought was going to be our routine 4 month check-up last Monday. You could tell right away by the look on the doctor's face that something was wrong. When he couldn't find the heartbeat, he sent us for an emergency ultrasound which confirmed that our baby's heart had stopped beating. I was supposed to be about 17 weeks pregnant, but instead found out that our baby had died at about 13 or 14 weeks (hard to pin down because the baby had curled up into a little ball and couldn't be measured properly).
The doctor said we had three options:
I wanted to avoid a D&C since there are some complications with that, but couldn't go on knowing it could be weeks before my body realized that the baby it was carrying had already died. So, we decided to go the tablet route, and these were inserted the following day.
It only took about six hours for the tablets to work and that night was the worst night of my life for the things I saw and experienced that I'll never talk about with anyone (besides my DH, of course). I'm sure some women on here have been through very similar things when miscarrying at home after the 12 week mark. It's not something that I ever want to experience again in my life.
The next afternoon, after having absolutely no sleep at all, we had an ultrasound at the hospital that indicated that even with everything that happened the night before, there was still some "placental tissue" in there and I had two options:
They took me over to the OR around 4 o'clock that afternoon and explained the procedure. You have to have a full general anesthetic, which makes it a bit riskier. I guess it only took about 10 minutes, but the recovery time took a lot longer. I didn't come around well enough to stand up until almost 7 o'clock, but then when they got me into the bathroom, I passed out. I've never passed out before in my life. It was the most scary part of the whole day. When I woke up, I had about 6 or 8 nurses saying my name and lifting me back up onto the stretcher. They cut my gown off and started hooking all the machines back up (blood pressure, heart monitor, pulse thing, etc, etc). They ran some more IV into me and I felt well enough to come home around 9 o'clock that night.
The next day I felt sore, kind of crampy, bleeding (which they said might last for a couple weeks but will get lighter), and my throat really hurt because they had a breathing tube down my throat during the surgery.
So, the physical part of the miscarriage lasted about 3 days. I wasn't really able to start the emotional part until after I had gotten over the physical part. I've been doing okay, until last night when my milk came in. I was quite surprised as my doctor hadn't mentioned that this would happen. It's very upsetting to know that my body has started producing milk because it thinks that I delivered my baby and it needs to be fed. Hopefully it dries up quickly so that the discomfort goes away and I don't continually have to be reminded that I don't actually have a baby.
My husband and I will try again. This is our second miscarriage. We're both 26 years old and are committed to creating our family together. Each miscarriage gets harder though and the uncertainty of next time builds even more.
We're going to take a break for a cycle or two and then try again. The good news for us is that we don't have any trouble getting pregnant. Both times we've been pregnant, it happened the very first month we tried. Now, we just need to make our next baby stick.
Thanks for listening. Sorry it was so long.
My husband and I went in for what we thought was going to be our routine 4 month check-up last Monday. You could tell right away by the look on the doctor's face that something was wrong. When he couldn't find the heartbeat, he sent us for an emergency ultrasound which confirmed that our baby's heart had stopped beating. I was supposed to be about 17 weeks pregnant, but instead found out that our baby had died at about 13 or 14 weeks (hard to pin down because the baby had curled up into a little ball and couldn't be measured properly).
The doctor said we had three options:
- Wait for my body to realize it had miscarried and do it naturally
- Have tablets inserted into my vagina that would start the miscarriage process
- Have a D&C
I wanted to avoid a D&C since there are some complications with that, but couldn't go on knowing it could be weeks before my body realized that the baby it was carrying had already died. So, we decided to go the tablet route, and these were inserted the following day.
It only took about six hours for the tablets to work and that night was the worst night of my life for the things I saw and experienced that I'll never talk about with anyone (besides my DH, of course). I'm sure some women on here have been through very similar things when miscarrying at home after the 12 week mark. It's not something that I ever want to experience again in my life.
The next afternoon, after having absolutely no sleep at all, we had an ultrasound at the hospital that indicated that even with everything that happened the night before, there was still some "placental tissue" in there and I had two options:
- Wait and see if my body would get rid of it itself
- Have a D&C
They took me over to the OR around 4 o'clock that afternoon and explained the procedure. You have to have a full general anesthetic, which makes it a bit riskier. I guess it only took about 10 minutes, but the recovery time took a lot longer. I didn't come around well enough to stand up until almost 7 o'clock, but then when they got me into the bathroom, I passed out. I've never passed out before in my life. It was the most scary part of the whole day. When I woke up, I had about 6 or 8 nurses saying my name and lifting me back up onto the stretcher. They cut my gown off and started hooking all the machines back up (blood pressure, heart monitor, pulse thing, etc, etc). They ran some more IV into me and I felt well enough to come home around 9 o'clock that night.
The next day I felt sore, kind of crampy, bleeding (which they said might last for a couple weeks but will get lighter), and my throat really hurt because they had a breathing tube down my throat during the surgery.
So, the physical part of the miscarriage lasted about 3 days. I wasn't really able to start the emotional part until after I had gotten over the physical part. I've been doing okay, until last night when my milk came in. I was quite surprised as my doctor hadn't mentioned that this would happen. It's very upsetting to know that my body has started producing milk because it thinks that I delivered my baby and it needs to be fed. Hopefully it dries up quickly so that the discomfort goes away and I don't continually have to be reminded that I don't actually have a baby.
My husband and I will try again. This is our second miscarriage. We're both 26 years old and are committed to creating our family together. Each miscarriage gets harder though and the uncertainty of next time builds even more.
We're going to take a break for a cycle or two and then try again. The good news for us is that we don't have any trouble getting pregnant. Both times we've been pregnant, it happened the very first month we tried. Now, we just need to make our next baby stick.
Thanks for listening. Sorry it was so long.