My Miscarriage Story

I found out I was pregnant on June 26th, after seeing the positive result on the pregnancy test I immediately made an appointment with the Dr. to confirm the pregnancy as I was having brown spotting. Got into the Dr.s the next day and they confirmed I was in fact pregnant and that the brown spotting was nothing to worry about as brown blood usually means old blood and that it was most likely due to the egg implanting. They did a trans vaginal ultrasound that day and told me I was about 4 weeks along, on the ultrasound all you could see was the sac. Leaving the Dr.s office I was thrilled, scared, and relieved that the bleeding was nothing to be concerned about. Between June 26th and August 7th I had three more appointments, with an ultrasound done on July 18th showing the baby`s heartbeat was strong at 158 bpm, hearing the heartbeat I got tears in my eyes and was overcome with joy, it was the first sign of the living breathing angel inside of me. We left that day with pictures and of course showed everyone we knew the pictures of my baby which my sisters lovingly named my bean. August 7th I went in for a routine check up and everything was normal. Then the night of August 10th I started spotting again, dark brown blood so I wasn`t too concerned and went about the night normally. Saturday I woke up and the spotting was gone but back by mid day. and Saturday night the cramps started, light but noticeable. Sunday I woke up to light bleeding and slightly worse cramping, so I took it easy on Sunday and first thing Monday morning I called my Dr. and She told me to rest and if it got any heavier to give her a call. Tuesday morning I was having terrible cramps and bleeding like a light period. I called the Dr. and they had me come in 2 hours later. When I got there they took me into the examining room and she checked to see if my cervix was dilated and said it was normal and that that was a good sign, she also said she could see no blood oozing from the cervix, but to be safe she wanted to do an ultrasound. We Got moved to the ultrasound room and as soon as the tech found the baby I knew something was wrong as I could no longer see the heart beating. I panicked and felt sick and she told me to hold my breath so she could listen for the heartbeat. She did that twice and confirmed that the baby had passed. My boyfriend and I immediately lost it, she left and gave us a moment. When I gathered myself she came back led me back to the examination room where the Dr. talked me through a natural miscarriage and passing the baby at home. She explained the process and apologized for my loss and then we went home. My emotional state all day was a complete wreck and hearing the words “everything happens for a reason, this is natures way of taking care of something that is wrong” did not help one bit. There was no physical pain besides some slight cramping until I was jarred out of a dead sleep at around 1 am with the most horrible stomach pain I have ever experienced in my life. I got up and walked straight to the bathroom and passed small blood clots and there was heavy bleeding. Between 1:15 and 3:30 a.m. I was having the most painful contractions that were taking my breath away, they started at 3-4 minutes apart and gradually got closer together (about 30 seconds- 45 seconds apart) with heavy bleeding and golf ball sized blood clots being passed. At around 3:35 a.m. I felt a huge gush of water come out, I rushed to the bathroom and sat down the “cramping” at this point was unbearable and making me light headed finally my body naturally “pushed” and I felt another gush and immediate relief from the cramps followed, I stood up and looked into the toilet and I had passed my baby. No blood clot, no uterus, no blood, just my baby laying there in the toilet I fell to my knees and started weeping, my whole body started to shake and then another cramp in my stomach came. I walked to the bedroom to get my boyfriend out of bed and as soon as I seen him I couldn`t speak I just fell into his arms and sobbed harder than I ever have in my whole life. I grabbed his hand, led him to the bathroom and he looked in the toilet and began to cry, seeing the baby again sent me into complete panic mode as this time I could see his hands, feet, eyes, and umbilical cord. I sat there next to the toilet for what seemed like half an hour with thoughts just flooding my mind. Do I pick the baby up? Can this really be my baby just laying in this toilet with no blood, no placenta, nothing at all? Why me? and everything else imaginable. Finally I stood up, closed the lid, and flushed it. I decided against touching the baby at all because emotionally I couldn`t have handled it. From 3:40 to 6 am I basically spent that whole time in the bathroom passing baseball sized blood clots and having contractions every 1-3 minutes. At around 6:15 I finally fell asleep as the contractions let up. Wednesday was an emotionally trying day but physically there was a dull constant pain in my stomach and occasionally I was just having slight cramping like you do during menstruation, with constant heavy bleeding and the most awful smell. Those same symptoms have been consistent for the past 5 days since that night, today the cramping got very bad again and I walked into the bathroom sat down and felt what seemed to be a huge blood clot come out, I stood up and looked into the toilet and there was the placenta. Since I have passed that about 3 hours ago to now I`ve had inconsistent cramping, with a consistent feeling of nausea. Hoping this lets up soon and that I am at the end of this horrific experience.

This was one of the most heartbreaking things to happen to me and I know that many other women out there who have gone through it would agree. I hope my story helps women who are/will go through this to know a little bit of whats to come, and although there is no preparing for it, take solace in the fact that you are not alone. My prayers go out to anyone who has gone through this or is going through it right now. Thank you for taking the time to read my experience Good luck to all of you, my prayers and thoughts are with you.
 
My first one happened last year 8/16/11. Me and my bf werent that serious and had only known eachother for a few months. I was only 17 and very naive. I never thought I would get pregnant so when I missed my period I didn't think anything of it. Two weeks later i had begun spotting which turned into a period flow. I had also started getting the worst cramps of my life. Finally I went to an after hours pediatrics with my mom and learned I was preggo. They then rushed me to the hospital to see what was happening. All I could do was cry I knew what was happening and I didn't want to except it. On top of that I had my mom yelling at me for being irresponsible and the rudest nurse taking care of me. After everything I was discharged at like 2am. That night I barely slept my cramps had gotten worst and i started to throw up. I texted my bf to tell him but no response which made me feel more alone then I already did. The next morning I followed up with my doc and had a d&c. After this I started my senior year. Throughout the year I couldn't help but think what if I had known and wonder how life would have been with it. After a while I just came to the conclusion that it wasn't meant to be or the right time.
So time went on I graduated and got a second job for the summer. August came around again and it was the day I was suppose to get my period. Right away I knew I was preggo so with my friend I took a test and it was positive. I called my bf and told him right away. We both couldnt believe it. This time I took my self to the docs right away. my first appointment was 08/16/12 so it made me really uncomfortable about everything cause it was a year to date from my last m/c. They did an u/s and didn't see anything. I got scared immediately but my doc said it was probably just too early. I went back 3 weeks later and saw my baby for the first time. 6w2d with a visible heartbeat. A week went by and I begun spotting brown so I called to ask if it was normal. They said yes that if it got bright and worst to go to the ER. 3 days later I knew I had to go at least get checked. As soon as my bf got off of work at 8 we went in. it took them 3 hours to get me in a room and another hour to get me an u/s. The whole time me and my bf talked about our baby and how it was fine. He was excited to see the u/s and so was I. when they were doing it everything seemed fine but when they came back with the results they said there was no heartbeat and it stopped developing at 6w3d. I tried to fight back the tears but i couldn't. Finally I stopped and we just sat there quietly. All I could think about was what happened in a day, did I do anything? I looked over at him at one point and saw he was tearing and bawlled my eyes out. After this everything has been really rough. Currently I'm not bleeding but at my check up my doc saw something and got a little scared I go back Monday to find out what it might be. Sorry for writing so much but its the first time I actually let it all out.
 
I found out I was pregnant on August 12 2012. My husband and I were expecting our first bundle of joy April 19, 2013. We were so excited. I has started getting morning sickness, smells making me sick and always being tired. As miserable as this was I was super excited. We scheduled our first prenatal for September 13, 2012. We headed out on our honeymoon September 1, 2012. Two days into the honeymoon I started to spot. We didn't really think to much of it as any sites I looked at said to start to worry if blood was red and in pain. We had a rough honeymoon I was sick and miserable cranky and everything. We flew home after our honeymoon 7 days. I went to emergency the next morning as spotting had still continued. They did 4 ultrasounds and wouldn't tell me anything. Finally they showed me the monitor I say the baby they said we have watched it for 5 minutes and there is no heart beat. The baby was only measuring 6w 4d when I should have been 8w2d. The baby had died before we left on our honeymoon. I went home in hopes that the baby would come on its own. I went for blood work every other day. Exactly one week from my first hospital visit I started to bleed heavy and got rushed to hospital the miscarriage had started. They were having trouble getting the bleeding to slow down. They did a exam and was able to pull the baby out. I got to see the very tiny baby sitting in the pan next to the bed. It was so heart breaking. They got everything under control and sent me home. That Wednesday I had the worst possible cramps ever. We went back into the hospital to find out I was in labor as the body was trying to finish the clean out. I pushed one big push and the rest of the lining appeared. This was finally the end to this miserable deal. I am now working on the emotional part as the body is now completed with the miscarriage. We are planning on trying right after my next period in hopes to conceive a healthy baby.
 
hi ladies,
this is the first time i joined a forum but ive been reading a lot in this website.
anyway, i am truly sorry about the loss and im hoping for the best for all of us and lots of baby dusts to everyone.
here's my story
Me and my dh got married in april but because of certain reasons i remain on the pill. my dh have 3 kids and i adore them like my own. one of the reason why we dont want to try yet was because the youngest was only 2. so we waited. because i was feeling nauseated and dizzy and weak and all i keep on checking hpt although im on the pill. it kind of worries me because my AF has always been irregular and i dont want to be worrying like this every month so i have decided to see my GP. we had lots of blood tests and u/s to check and she diagnosed me with polycystic ovaries. since i have a lot of friends with pcos me and my dh decided to ttc since it might take a while for me to get pregnant so i came off the pill. since i dont know when i ovulate i kinda am not sure when is the best time to BD so we just BD whenever we feel like it. since i didnt have my period in august i have decided to take a pregnancy test. it came back BFN. so i thought its just one of those months that i didnt have any period.
a week after ,aug. 24 2012, me and my dh was in my in laws house and i fell asleep on the sofa as i feel really exhausted and my boobs were sore as ever and ive been cramping like im going to have my period. i keep on going to the bathroom to check if i started but nothing there. on the way home me and dh decided we will have a quite drink since we do that occasionally and as a bonding aswell because we have been in a lot of stress lately. just when my dh decide to have a shower while im preparing the drinks and it came to me to do HPT just so i know i am safe to drink. and to my surprise i got a BFP..:thumbup: i went upstairs and asked my husband if that real or am i hallucinting since it was my first pregnancy i havent seen a BFP on my own hpt before. my husband was in shock and thought i am putting a prank on him. and then after a couple of minutes it sank in and we are over the moon. we have done another hpt the next morning and it says im 2-3 weeks pregnant.:happydance:
we told everyone that day because we were so happy. i took things slowly and carefully and i wake up every morning thinking theres two of us. ive got a tummy buddy and ive never felt so happy. my bump is starting to show though i was only 10 weeks.
coming to my 11 weeks im having this brownish discharge and it kind of worries me. my dh keeps reassuring me that thats just old blood and that we'll be fine. sept 24 exactly a month after we found out i started to spot. its not a lot but it raised the red flag and phone the epau and they booked me for an early scan the next day. i started to have back pains and period like cramps. for some reason i was dreading to accept that i might be losing my sweat pea. the next morning my dh book the morning off work so he can come with me to the hospital. i didnt have any bleeding that day so i was hoping its just cervical erosion or something. as i laid there they asked me how far i am and i said coming to 12 weeks. the nurse said that the baby is too small for an abdominal scan so she did a transvaginal exam and broke the news to us. the baby stopped growing at 6 weeks. i couldnt cry or speak or anything i just stare blankly. my dh was the one talking to the gp about our options and it feels like the whole world crash on me. i had the D&C as its very painful and im losing a lot of blood. after the surgery i was sent home empty. :cry:thats when it sink in me that my little angel has left me and im never gonna see her again.
although we didnt find out the gender we assumed she was a girl and named her Luna after the moon. i still think about her all the time and i cry myself to sleep ever night. i havent got nothing to hold on to but the four weeks of feeling her inside me and everything wont be the same anymore. my eldest step son was upset when we told him but then he said he'll still wait for her when she comes back. the other two was too young to understand a miscarriage so we told them the baby went to heaven quickly coz she's needed to be there,.. we are just waiting to be emotionally prepared and maybe after christmas we'll try again.. but im so so scared.. still looking hopefull and i know things will only get better..
 
Allyyboo, you did not do anything wrong and I'm so sorry for your losses. I just had a miscarriage and passed my sac yesterday, I have to say it wasn't very painful and didn't last long. I'm hoping now my healing will begin and I wish the same for you as well.
 
LightofLuna24, I'm sorry for your loss and pain, both physically and mentally. I'm glad to hear that you are trying to remain positive and stay hopeful :hugs:
 
I went in for my 8 week baby appointment, Just as I had done my past 2 pregnancies. I have two healthy kids and no complication with either, other than the fact I had c-sections due to size and progression with my first. I urged them to do a U/S because I was unsure of my date (and also I loved getting to take home sono pics)...The U/S became frantic during the exam and eventually told me she was bringing in the doctor. There was no heartbeat. Although I didn't plan my pregnancy, I felt like I could just die right there. I had no bleeding, no pain. It was a missed miscarriage and had I not pushed for getting the U/S I would have been going day to day thinking I was still carrying a healthy baby and getting even more excited about my baby-to-be.

I went to the hospital later that evening. I lied about having pain so they would do another scan. I know thats wrong, but I needed a 2nd opinion and I had hoped that maybe their equipment was more sensitive and could pick up a heartbeat or show that I was too early to have one and not 8 weeks along as I had thought. I would not recommend you do this. Seeing the baby on the screen and absolutely no movement or noise was like being stabbed in the heart twice in one day. They scheduled me for another U/S for a day later to confirm that there was no heartbeat (because they did not know I had already gotten one earlier that day) and to proceed with a D&C if the baby was not viable.

After the 3rd U/S, I was just a wreck. I wanted the D&C the next day because I just wanted this nightmare to be over. Its very emotional carrying around your deceased baby and I could not imagine waiting to pass the baby naturally. I asked for a picture from the U/S to bring home. I bought a beautiful frame from Hallmark that was specific for missing someone who has passed. I put the sono pic in there and hoped it would bring me closure. I never want to forget my baby. I am a mom to 3 children, not 2, unfortunately one is not with me anymore.

I am TTC again, I am in no rush. I have to feel in my heart that God has a plan and that he wasn't trying to teach me a lesson with what happened, but that it just was not the right time for this little one.

I am sorry for everyone else's losses. It is soo difficult to go through.
 
To those of you who seen your baby after passing it, my heart esp goes out to you because I would never be able to come back from that. The whole experience always plays back in my mind and if that were apart of it, I dont know how I would have ever gotten past that.

Im so sorry.
 
MommyNikki, I am so sorry for your loss. I don't blame you for going for a 2nd ultrasound and lying about it, I kept hoping they were wrong about my m/c at 7 weeks. We have similar situations, I have 2 beautiful daughters and my first was a c-section as she was breech. I feel like I have 3 children too and I haven't received any pics from the ultrasound taken but I'm hoping to get 1 from the doc when I go in from a follow up. I have to tell you, I decided to m/c naturally and it happened yesterday. It wasn't as painful as I was anticipating. I had cramps for maybe 15 minutes, got up to do something in the kitchen and felt a "plop". Ran to the bathroom and there was the sac and placenta. Again, not as bad as I anticipated. I will probably never get the image out of my head and that's ok because now I'll have a memory of what my baby looked like when it came out. My husband and I would like to try again but I'm hesitant and scared but we'll have to see what God's plan is. Take care.
 
So sorry for your loss :(

Well me and dg had been trying for 15 months. I decided on oc 27th that i was gunna get it over with and test. I dipped it and went away from the bathroom and waited 5 minutes, I went back in and picked it up and turned it upside down so i still couldint see (hated seeing those damn negative) a few seconds later i flipped it up and saw a faint second line and i just remember my mind going 1000 miles per minute. I ran in and showed my husband, we were both skeptical since it was faint but still got excited. He took me out to dinner and got another test for me. I took the cheap test and another first response and again there were lines on them. We finally accepted i really was pregnant it was not a if annymore. The 29th i saw some pink but it was so very light and i was worried but looked it up and it seemed to be normal and was probally breakthrough bleeding. On the 30th my husband brought me home a digital (i was dying to see pregnant) I took and there it was that word i had wanted to see for ages. Later that day i noticed a bit more blood after i picked up the house, we went to the e.r and they said my cervix was closed but my hcg was only 22 so i was either really early or it was threatned miscarriage. I woke up to a feeling of a small gush the next morning. I knew it was blood. I went to the bathroom and sure enough....red blood. I bled that whole day the next day and then went to the er for another hcg test on the 2nd. I knew what was happening. After hours she came in and said your hcg was only 7.....I kept it together while she was there, she said nothing was on my scan and the baby was probally passed already ( i was so early i dont know how she expected them to see anything anyways though) she also said maybe i wasint pregnant.....yeah im sure i though 5 test and a dr saying his were positive 2 days before..im sure it was false lady. I continued to bleed until the 5th. Yesterday i saw a tiny tinge of pink but that was it. Its been extremly hard to even accept ive been pregnant and ive lost my baby already and its over.

sorry for all the losses everyone
 
Sorry for your loss too jessandaj. This is a tough thing to go through but we've got each other.
 
I had a missed miscarrige in July 2012 I am now "trying" again with fertility treatments.

The pain keeps coming back and tears dont stop, although I am "trying to get pregi again" each month I am filled with hope it works, I was really down yesterday and I read this message and I thought I would share it as it did help me and I hope in some way it can help you all too:

A lady had a MC and her midwife said this to her: " When you get pregnant, although it ended in misscarrige, it means a soul is ready to come and experince this amazing journey with you, just was not the right time. Usually you will have a succesfull pregnancy soon afterwards as the soul is waiting to come.

Miscarrige is really hard and I would have been 23 weeks this week if I didnt loose it, and now I am back to square one of trying to get preggi with treatment/injections/dr appointments etc but i wont stop untill I have my little baby in my arms and I pray we all have our time again. Good luck everyone and please stay strong and keep faith and hope :-) xx
 
Hi all. Im 16...yes a bit young i guess to be going through something like this. I have been struggling the past five months with the fact that my first pregnancy ended with me having a miscarriage. I really dont have anyone to talk to about it. My boyfriend doesnt really understand how it makes me feel and why I am so sad about this. It was our fault I got pregnant. We had unprotected sex a few times. And one morning in June I woke up with horrible cramp like pains. Except they were worse than any cramp I had ever had. I went to the bathroom and passes a clot or so I thought. Five minutes later I was back in the bathroom and I was bleeding heavily. I told my mom later that morning after she woke up. We made me a doctor appointment with my OBGYN doctor for that day. The doctor checked me out and told me I had had a miscarriage. I couldnt believe it.I couldn't think of anything to say. My jaw just dropped and I wanted to cry but I held it in. The baby would have been born in March of next year. I have mixed feelings about what happened. Im relieved in a way because I am not ready mentally for a child and I couldnt support a child financially. But at the same time I wish the baby hadnt died and had survived.
 
Hi all. Im 16...yes a bit young i guess to be going through something like this. I have been struggling the past five months with the fact that my first pregnancy ended with me having a miscarriage. I really dont have anyone to talk to about it. My boyfriend doesnt really understand how it makes me feel and why I am so sad about this. It was our fault I got pregnant. We had unprotected sex a few times. And one morning in June I woke up with horrible cramp like pains. Except they were worse than any cramp I had ever had. I went to the bathroom and passes a clot or so I thought. Five minutes later I was back in the bathroom and I was bleeding heavily. I told my mom later that morning after she woke up. We made me a doctor appointment with my OBGYN doctor for that day. The doctor checked me out and told me I had had a miscarriage. I couldnt believe it.I couldn't think of anything to say. My jaw just dropped and I wanted to cry but I held it in. The baby would have been born in March of next year. I have mixed feelings about what happened. Im relieved in a way because I am not ready mentally for a child and I couldnt support a child financially. But at the same time I wish the baby hadnt died and had survived.

It's ok to have mixed feelings, you went through something shocking. If you need anything, we are all here for you.
 
I found this thread about a week and a half ago. At that time I was pregnant but absolutely terrified of the prospect of miscarriage. This is was my first pregnancy and I was ecstatic. Now, I have miscarried and am horrified. I feel compelled to tell my story because the emotion is raw but there are things I didn't know and wish I had. I hope my story helps not only me but someone else. With that said, I intend to tell my story in all its raw detail and it is not for the faint at heart so please do not read on if you don't think you are up for it!!
About me, I am 33 years old and have been married to the love of my life for 1.5 years; he is 8 years older than me so he is 41. At 16 I was diagnosed with polycystic ovarian syndrome (PCOS) (for those who are unaware this is the leading cause of female infertility). In the years following the diagnosis, I prepared myself for the worst - potentially never having children. This was not easy for me because I ADORE children and really wanted one of my own one day.
In June 2012, we decided to stop trying to prevent pregnancy and simply see what happens. In July my period was late (which is very common for women with PCOS) but I took a pregnancy test anyway - BFN. Following my period at the beginning of August, my period was once again late. I decided not to take a pregnancy test until I had waited enough time to be more confident that my period was not just late. On day 47, I took a pregnancy test, I saw the minus sign right away and began to tidy up in the bathroom. As I turned back to the test it was becoming a BFP!! I almost fainted. I wasn't even really TTC and here I was pregnant with a disease that is well known to cause infertility. When I told my DH he was shocked but happy. This was Sunday September 16th. The following day, I called my doctor to make an appointment, she was on vacation so I could not get in until the following Thursday (September 27th). Additionally that day I went out to the store to get prenatal vitamins and felt I had to buy another pregnancy test just to be sure. I took the test and sure enough another BFP. The following weekend, DH and I had plans to go away for his b-day and on the saturday I had the faintest pink when I wiped but that was it. I tried not to panic because I had read about implantation bleeding and it didn't continue. On Sunday, DH and I did the BD and later, I had more obvious pink discharge. Again, I assumed this was the result of our activity and it turned brown but lasted most of the week. As my dr. appt was coming up I decided to wait it out. I took the day off work so I could attend my dr appointment and feel no pressure to rush to and from work. That day my Dr was more than 1 hour behind schedule and when I finally got in she told me that I had been squeezed in (despite having made my appt over a week ago), she needed more time with me and that I would have to come back the next day. I was not amused but also told her I had been spotting. She reacted to that and told me that she wanted to be sure it was not ectopic so I was sent for an early U/S that day. I was taken immediately at the U/S clinic and had a transvaginal U/S because my bladder was not full enough. I think the technician sensed my fear so at the end (even though she is legally not to say anything) she showed me the US video and told me my baby was fine. I even saw the heart beating like crazy. I started to cry and thanked her for telling me.
The following day I came back to my Dr as requested. Again she was 40 mins behind schedule and when she finally saw me she basically rushed through 100 different pieces of papers and requisitions. I felt overwhelmed and expressed my fear of miscarriage given the fact that women with PCOS are up to 3 times as likely to miscarry (45% chance). My Dr looked at me and said 'oh is that what they say? I don't think that is true.' I wanted to be comforted by this but deep down I knew better. This was not the first time I had the feeling my Dr. didn't know much about PCOS. She concluded by telling me that 1 in 4 women miscarry and there is no medical intervention so I should just relax and go with the flow. I left with all my paperwork having made my 12 week appt. When I got home I realized half the paperwork was not complete and that I would need to call on Monday to have the information provided. On Monday when I called, the receptionist said I would need to come back in. I told her absolutely not because I had taken 1.5 days off work and the information needed to be provided over the phone. She passed me to the nurse who did just that.
I should also mention that my spotting had not really stopped and on that very same day it actually got worse. Nothing major but when I wiped there was a small amount of bright red blood. I was stressing out more than I was able to manage partially because of the poor treatment I felt I was receiving but also because I continued to fear for the fate of my baby that I now realized I wanted more than life itself. That evening I went to the hospital. They took my blood and my HCG levels were at the low end of normal but there has been some debate of whether I was 8 or 9 weeks so that could have been the reason. I was not able to have an U/S that night but they scheduled me for one the following day. On October 2, I had an U/S and again a wonderful technician who showed me my baby and told me it was fine with a heartbeat of 156 beats per minute. I had to technically wait for the official results and sat at the hospital for over 2 hours even though I knew my results were ready. The Dr. eventually came to me and told me the U/S was normal but in typical fashion he gave me the liability clause of 'just because it is normal doesn't mean I can guarantee you won't miscarry - the longer you carry the better it is'. I have no understanding of why doctors feel this line of discussion is helpful but this is my second experience in weeks so perhaps they learn that in medical school. I left feeling better because I knew my little peanut was okay but I still had so many reservations.
That weekend was Thanksgiving (Canadian) and I spent the weekend with my family. The amazing thing was the spotting stopped. I started to relax and take a deep breath. Maybe this was supposed to be afterall. On Tuesday (October 9th) unfortunately the spotting returned. Again it was different. It seemed heavier and more like bloody discharge. I panicked. The rollercoaster I was on was becoming far too much. The spotting did not stop. On Thursday (my mother's birthday), I was at work and went to the washroom. I was 9/10 weeks. When I wiped there was a clot in my hand the size of my palm. At that point, I was sure I knew what was happening. I tried to call my DH at work but he didn't answer. I sent him a rather abrupt and rash email and left for the hospital. He called me when I arrived in the parking lot and I told him I had to go and that I would call him when I knew something. I told the triage nurse that I thought I was miscarrying, she took me in and measured my vitals and the best thing she could come up with to say was 'stressful day eh'. Really - that is the best you got? I was sent back to the waiting room and was called into an exam room around 30 mins later where I continued to wait. Eventually the Dr came to see me and I told him my story. He was great. He told me he would need to send me for another U/S to determine what was going on but wanted to know if I was up for it. I told him I was and within the next hour I was again laying on the same bed I did a week ago. This time I had to have a transvaginal U/S. The technician was very quiet and spent far longer doing the U/S than the previous 2 times. At the end, she neither showed me the screen nor said a word. I said 'you aren't going to tell me anything are you?' She replied, 'no' I am not allowed. At that point, I knew the outcome so I said 'I realize that but the last 2 U/S the technician showed me and told me everything was fine so your silence tells me everything is not'. To this she did not reply. When I got back to the exam room I called DH and told him my suspicions. He told me he was on his way and arrived 30 mins later.
Shortly after the Dr. came into my room and told me exactly what I already knew. My pregnancy was not progressing and the baby no longer had a heart beat. This is when my real nightmare began. I told the Dr. I was leaving on a trip in under 2 weeks so I needed to know what this meant. He told me I could either take some medication to speed up the miscarriage or have a D&C. He told me he would contact the on call OB/GYN to come and discuss my options. For the next hour DH and I just sat together and cried. I felt guilty and kept apologizing and he just kept saying you didn't do anything wrong. When the OB/GYN arrived, he too was very good and did what was in his power to try and explain. He informed us that up to 1 in 3 pregnancies end in miscarriage and that it was not the result of anything I did or didn't do. This is the body's way of quality control. I appreciated his attempt but I just wasn't really up for it. He told me since I was going away, he would not recommend a natural miscarriage just in case something went wrong. He indicated I could take misoprostol or have a D&C later than night. I had no idea what to do and asked him for advice. He indicated that he would recommend the misoprostol rather than the D&C so as to avoid the general anesthetic. I agreed and was informed that I would be sent home with 8 misoprostol tablets and pain meds. I was to put 4 tablets intravaginally which would be absorbed and would cause contractions. I was told that what I would experience would be like a 'bad period.' If nothing major happened I would need to take the other 4 tablets. I asked the Dr. if it would be a problem for me to wait to take the medicine until Friday so I could be at home for this. He said that would be fine and that if I had too much pain to come back.
I didn't sleep at all that night but decided to go to work the next day as a means to keep me distracted. Surprisingly it managed to work fairly well. That night (Friday October 12) I finally managed to muster up the nerve to take the misoprostol and some preemptive pain meds. I felt like I was choosing to murder my baby even though I knew the baby was already gone. I had read a few stories of people who had used misoprostol but their experiences varied so much that I didn't know what to think. Within 30 minutes I began having cramps but nothing unbearable. I sat with my DH and watched TV and managed to get about 1 hour of sleep. At 12:30, DH went to bed and asked me to come but I said I couldn't. By this point the cramping was significant enough to keep me awake. I stayed awake with a heating pad on my stomach until around 2am when I decided to lay on my stomach with the heating pad on the floor. I managed to get about 1 hour of sleep. At 3:30am I woke up and felt the need to go to the bathroom. I knew I was bleeding more heavily.
I had no idea what was about to happen. As I sat on the toilet I had a strange feeling that something feel out of me. I tried to stop it but didn't. I quickly turned around and there in the toilet was my perfect little angel complete in his (or her but for simplicity it will be him here on out) gestational sack. I did not have any idea that this is what I would see. I just expected 'a bad period' or to my way of thinking - lots of blood. I don't know what came over me but I felt and immense need to hold him. I reached in and pulled out the golf ball sized clear sack containing my wonderful baby. For anyone reading this, be sure to do some research about what really happens when you miscarry and what you may experience so you are more prepared then I was. I have a science background with a major in biology and studied human development so you would think I would have had a clue but I didn't. If you are reading about fetal development and are looking at pictures of your baby week by week, they are frighteningly accurate. My baby looked just like they said (2 eyes, 2 arms and 2 legs) and about 1 inch in length.
As I sat in the washroom holding my child, I just cried. I told him I loved him and that I was sorry. I had no idea what to do. I had so many emotions running through me and couldn't come to terms with any of them. I grabbed some toilet paper wrapped him in it, kissed it and said goodbye. I am sorry to anyone out there for this is too much but it is reality and I wished I had read someone's story like mine. I left the washroom went back to the floor where I laid not sleeping and crying until the morning. DH came and laid with me. I wanted to spare him the pain so all I told him was 'its gone'.
The next 2 days (and today is only day 2) have been a real wild ride. The hardest time is when I am with DH. He has been amazing but that child was a representation of us and just seeing looking into my DH’s eyes makes me cry. DH is a typical man. He wants so badly to be strong for me. I know he is hurting but he has had this idea that he cannot let me see that. This has been very hard for me. I understand different people deal with things differently but his tough guy persona makes me feel a little like I am alone in my grief. We had not told anyone of our pregnancy so we are all we have for support! This morning I told him that I understood his need to be strong but that what I really needed was to know I wasn’t alone and that that he too was grieving. It took some time but he finally let me in and suddenly I wasn’t alone. He is angry, sad and all around just lost. Just like me.
Now that said, the purpose of this thread was to help someone. I hope my story prevents someone’s horror like mine and surprisingly just writing this has helped me. I am by no means over the pain (especially since I am still bleeding and having cramps) but I do see a light at the end of the tunnel. This baby was meant to come into my life and unfortunately leave when it did. This baby taught me that I was never okay with the idea of not having kids and that I absolutely want to try again. Given our ages we don’t have forever, so I suspect we will begin again soon. But I will NEVER forget that little beautiful baby that was mine if only for a 3.5 weeks! I feel for everyone on this forum now that I have come to understand real pain in my life. I wish you all success and happiness in your future parenting.
 
Hi Everyone,

Ive ony just plucked up the courage to talk about this and it makes me cry a month on.

I was breastfeeding my fourth son, and no excuses, I knew I was passed the time whereby this could protect me but just figured that as we'd got to 18months and it hadn't happened it wasn't going to. wrong! because that month I ovulated, and I just knew I would be pregnant. Sure enough three and a bit weeks late I felt incredibly tired so bought aclear blue digi which said 3+ weeks. I knew I wasn't this far along, but booked a scan privately for 7weeks to make sure I hadn't made a mistake. I took four tests all had very strong lines. My symptoms over the next few weeks ironically were the strongest of all. I even had morning sickness which I never get. Bizarely before the scan I had a dream that we had a still born baby and had a sense of impending doom. From my last period I should have been around 8 weeks at the scan. I arrived for the scan and the sonographer said she saw a baby and heartbeat, baby measuring 6weeks. I said it can't be as I had a positve test over four weeks ago, and she looked at me daft saying I must be mistaken. At that point I knew something was up, and posted, but I guess lots of women do get their dates wrong. So I carried on as normal but withion the3weeks my symptoms had vanished. I told DH but he just though I was being paranoid as we have four babies with no problems. Two weeks later I had red blood on my pants and back ache after being at the park and went straight to a&e explaining I was in pain. They kept me in over night but said it was likely nothing as my cervix was still closed. Oh how wrong they were! I had a scan the next day, and had to stay on surgical assessment while all the old dears whispered about my being in due to constipation grrrr lol. Then at htreepm I was taken for a scan, and sat to wait in an antenatal waiting room with ladies with bumps. I cried and cried, but they did nothing to reassure or comfort, and made me wait an hour in that room with a full bladder. When entering the room I started to bleed heavily and apologised to the nursing staff!!!!! What an idiot. I told the sonographer I had a bad feeling about this, and she said not to give up hope yet. I watched the scan anxiously, praying for a healthy baby, but when she said it's blury you need an internal...I knew it was over. The internal showed a good sized baby at 10ish weeks, but i knew it wasn't moving and could see the screen was fuzzy. She double checked, and then touched my leg. I burst into tears.....This baby looked perfect, just like my others and I just cant get that out of my head. I went on to miscarry naturallytwo days later. It was horrendous and like labour. I spent a week in bed feeling awful, and really dizzz. I suspect I lost too much blood but there was no way I was going back in! Four weeks on, and we started trying gain as mc association say no increased risk of ttc right away, only for dating purposes drs advise a wait.

Now I find out my diabetic partner has been hiding his high glucose results and this could have been the cause due to DNA damage in the sperm. I am struggling as just want to replace this baby. I know this sounds bad but it's helping me cope, but now I just don't know if we can have anymore with his health the way it is :(

Thankyou for letting me share. I wish I'd done it righ away! so sick of friends sayying i should be thankfull i wasnt further along, or for the children I already have. I am thankful but wanted this baby too. So sad! Hope everyone else is coping.

xxxxRach xxxxx
 
Here are my experiences....

Miscarriages 1-5 were all very similar...just like a late, heavy period. (they were all between 4-7 weeks) My first was probably the worst, because it was the most shocking (not that the rest weren't as awful, but I just knew what to expect), and it was also the latest of my "earlier" miscarriages, at 6w4d. Cramped like a normal period too, but I cramp a lot anyway. (with my very first one I also DID take methergine after an E.R. visit...miscarriage happened while we were on vacation. E.R. was terrible, asking if I was sure I was ever pregnant, how did I know, etc, then the vaginal u/s was terrible and made me bleed a HUGE gush afterward)

Miscarriage #6 was a MMC, we didn't find out until my 10 week u/s. Baby had passed a week and a half prior. I was adamant about avoiding a D&C so it was a full 2 weeks before my hCG dropped low enough for the process to begin. I had NO spotting or cramping or ANY signs of it happening until the night of 12 weeks, then I woke up in the night with full on contractions (literally, just like full-term labor) for about 45 minutes and then I passed the entire sac intact. The pain disappeared with that. I bled like a regular period for about a week more.

Miscarriage #7 was an ectopic. I had an empty uterus at my 6w5d u/s, but very clear tubes as well. My levels we dropping normally, and I started bleeding that same day, and my doctor assured me it was just a normal miscarriage. I bleed for a week...which WAS a "normal" miscarriage for me. EXCEPT there was zero cramping. At 8w3d I started to feel gassy, but without the gas. I had some dark red spotting/bleeding off and on. Called the nurse but she wasn't concerned. By that night the pain ceased. In the morning it was so bad, I barely got out of bed and just laid on the bathroom floor, unable to move and afraid I was going to vomit. Hubby (a medic) came home, MIL and FIL came over (RN and MD) and gave me zofran and a percocet for the pain, and then we decided hubby would call work so they could transport me to the E.R. (did NOT want to go in ourselves and have to lay on the waiting room floor in horrible pain) About an hour and a half later I was in the u/s room, and while she was scanning the pressure ruptured my tube. I went back to the ER and was into emergency surgery a bit later and had lost 800cc of blood by that point, and they removed an 8cm mass from my tube, as well as the tube itself. Couldn't do it laproscopically because of the extent of the bleeding and the damage, so I had a full 5" abdominal incision to recover from. Had NO bleeding or spotting after the surgery though. I DID suffer from some depression after this loss. Whether it was from the experience itself or from a culmination of 5 consecutive losses in 12 months, I don't know.

Ever since my 2 losses over 7 years ago, I have struggled with bitterness and jealousy (regarding others pregnancies). I have yet to learn to overcome that, but have realized it's just part of the grieving process, so I try not to beat myself up. Emotionally, I have good days and bad. Mostly good as time passes, but when I have a bad day it creeps up on me and it is REALLY a BAD day.
 

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