thanks you all for your messages
Well, I went to the hospital yesterday all guns blazing. I was determined to make them listen to me! I went to pathology first and had my second blood test done.
Then I plonked my bum in EPAU until someone saw me. A very nice midwife called Heather talked to me and told me they would call me when they had the results. I told her I wasn't happy with the options I had discussed before and that I wanted a proper chat. She agreed to see me when the blood test results came in so I waited.
She called me in after about 40 mins and gave me the results of the hcg blood tests. She said that the one I took on Tuesday said my levels were over 10,000 - and that the one I took that morning said the same. So she suggested we wait until the scan next Friday before deciding what to do. I got the message that they simply didn't believe me.
I took a very deep breath
. And pointed out that to get those rather predictable results I could have peed on a stick. Wasn't the point of the tests to see whether my levels had dropped? All they did was say I was over 10,000. This seemed to be a pretty fundamental point! I further pointed out that IF I was 5 weeks pregnant my hcg level would be increasing dramatically in the space of 48 hours.
The midwife agreed and rang the path lab to get exact readings. We had a chat and I explained that I didn't want to mc naturally as I did not want to "give birth" and have a long protracted unplasant experience. I also said that as my body was clinging onto the "sac" for 7 weeks after the pregnancy stopped developing I felt anxious that the whole thing might not pass and I would end up needing a D&C anyway (now called ERPC apparently).
I went out for half an hour to wait for the results (and rant at my OH on the phone).
Then I went back to find that the levels had gone from 61,000 on Tuesday to 54,000 yesterday.
It felt strange. I had gone there to prove that I was right, but just felt as though someone had punched a hole into my chest and ripped out my heart when I found out that it was true. It really was all over and I wasn't a medical miracle.
They booked me in for a ERPC on Monday. I signed the consents and had yet more blood taken.
So, here I am. 12 weeks pregnant today, but not pregnant at all.
I had my first drink for 3 months yesterday evening (I couldn't bring myself to do it before) and I'm hungover!
You ladies on this site have been amazing, and I am positive that I would be feeling a gazillion times worse had I not found you.
I will keep you updated. I plan to pop by this site regularly - maybe I can help others the way you have helped and comforted me.
xx