Racheldigger
Rowan Aeshna born 22/3/09
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I'm off out of this forum again, bonny lasses.
Had my first scan yesterday: knew it wasn't looking good as soon as the sonographer said she wasn't happy about how what she was looking at compared to what my dates ought to have been, and wanted to do a transvaginal scan (that's the one they have to put a condom on). Nobody with me: husband was in a meeting he couldn't get out of, because we have the same employer and hadn't let them know I was pregnant yet; Grandma was in the waiting room trying to keep LO (not quite three) occupied. Much poking of things where the sun doesn't shine; sonographer had to go and get another sonographer for a second opinion; final diagnosis is that the baby is dead and has been for a couple of weeks. There followed a lot of that hurrying up and waiting that the NHS specialises in; had to change LO's nappy on the examination couch in the room we were waiting in, because even though we were on a gynaecological ward at the time it had no baby changing facilities; husband managed to get away from work so that Grandma could take LO, who had at this point been hanging around the hospital for 4 hours entertained only by two books, a packet of crayons and a gingerbread man, home for something to eat; we got all the talks for the hard of thinking about our various options, and the long and the short of it is that I'm going back into hospital on Monday to have what they delicately refer to as the 'retained products of pregnancy' removed. Sob... might see you again in a few months, if the NHS bill doesn't get passed.
Had my first scan yesterday: knew it wasn't looking good as soon as the sonographer said she wasn't happy about how what she was looking at compared to what my dates ought to have been, and wanted to do a transvaginal scan (that's the one they have to put a condom on). Nobody with me: husband was in a meeting he couldn't get out of, because we have the same employer and hadn't let them know I was pregnant yet; Grandma was in the waiting room trying to keep LO (not quite three) occupied. Much poking of things where the sun doesn't shine; sonographer had to go and get another sonographer for a second opinion; final diagnosis is that the baby is dead and has been for a couple of weeks. There followed a lot of that hurrying up and waiting that the NHS specialises in; had to change LO's nappy on the examination couch in the room we were waiting in, because even though we were on a gynaecological ward at the time it had no baby changing facilities; husband managed to get away from work so that Grandma could take LO, who had at this point been hanging around the hospital for 4 hours entertained only by two books, a packet of crayons and a gingerbread man, home for something to eat; we got all the talks for the hard of thinking about our various options, and the long and the short of it is that I'm going back into hospital on Monday to have what they delicately refer to as the 'retained products of pregnancy' removed. Sob... might see you again in a few months, if the NHS bill doesn't get passed.
