Terrie
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My 'positive' (as can be) D&C story.
I've decided to write this down as before my experience I could not find any real stories about exactly what people went through when they decided to opt for a D&C.
Today I am supposed to be 10weeks and 3 days pregnant. Instead I am at home, lying on my couch, my tummy is empty and my heart feels the same.
Tuesday last week we were on holiday in Corfu, I started spotting and cramping which got worse Thursday/Friday. Saturday morning we arrived home early and at 7.30am I rang NHS direct who made me an appt at my local hospital with the out of hours doctor.
When I got to the hospital I met with the dr who was extremely unsympathetic. He told me without any examination that I was experiencing a threatened MC and he sent me to the gynaecology department. Once there they examined my cervix which I was told was closed and took blood. They then told me as it was a weekend they could not scan me and they sent me home with no answers for two days.
I knew already in my heart my baby wasn't alive.
I went to the hospital on Monday morning for a scan. I lay on the bed and they started straight away, she asked me if I was sure of my dates and I said yes. She then told me I was measuring 6 weeks with no heartbeat when I should have been 9+5. She then did an internal scan which confirmed I'd had an MMC. They then sent me to sit in a room so I could cry for 20minutes then they came to go through the options. I knew already I wanted a D&C so the nurse went to check if there was a bed on the ward, there wasn't so I was sent home and told to ring back the next day to see if there was a bed.
Monday evening felt it lasted for days...
Tuesday I rang at 8.30 and they told me there was a bed and to bring in an overnight bag, I was at the hospital by 8.50. The nurse showed me to my bed and told me to wait for the dr to come see me. The doctor came at 9.20 with some forms for me to sign, a cremation agreement form, a form to agree to tissue testing, a consent form for the procedure and another form which I don't remember the details of. She then sat and explained the procedure to me fully. By which time i was in floods of tears. I was then given a wristband and sent to another department to have bloods taken. This seemed to take forever and once I was back on the ward I was told to relax as the had put me on the emergency list in surgery and they weren't sure when I would go in.
At lunch time I made a few calls and went to see my mum who works at the hospital on a different floor, this broke my day up a little and also got me off the ward whilst everybody was eating as I wasn't allowed any food or water. When I got back to the ward I sat talking to some of the women, this was great and took my mind off why I was there for a while. The anaesthetist guy came to see me to talk to me about being put under and ask me questions. *The nurse then told me I would be going into theatre between 5&6pm and took my BP etc.
At 4.45pm they told me to get changed into my gown, I went to the loo then the nurse inserted two pesseries into my cervix to open it and told me to put on paper knickers and a pad, which I did.
5.15pm my chariot arrived in the form of a bed to go down to theatre. I got on and they wheeled me through the hospital into the waiting room for surgery. I was the only bed in there, another nurse put a warm blanket on me and talked to me whilst we waited. I was then wheeled into the surgery prep room where they inserted my cannula into my hand, the anaesthetist gave me shot of something through the cannula (they told me it was their version of a gin and tonic) whilst the nurse attached wires to my chest then they placed a mask over my face and I fell asleep.
Woke up in recovery in extreme pain, the nurses quickly gave me a shot of paracetamol through my IV then, when that didn't help gave me two tablets to take. I was then wheeled back to the ward at 7.10 where Colin was waiting, i had to wiggle back onto my bed and I had my BP taken etc and then was left alone.
It took me over 3 hours to feel ready to get up and go to the loo, I had a nurse come with me which I was grateful of. I was kept in overnight and was let home wednesday lunch time after the dr had done her rounds.*
I've been signed off work for a week, I'm still in a lot of pain and I'm still bleeding. Apparently I'll start to feel better soon.
I've written this all in detail, partly so I'll remember what I went through and partly to help others who are like I was a few days ago, worried about what exactly happens when you go in for a D&C
*deep breaths* hope this helps somebody x
I've decided to write this down as before my experience I could not find any real stories about exactly what people went through when they decided to opt for a D&C.
Today I am supposed to be 10weeks and 3 days pregnant. Instead I am at home, lying on my couch, my tummy is empty and my heart feels the same.
Tuesday last week we were on holiday in Corfu, I started spotting and cramping which got worse Thursday/Friday. Saturday morning we arrived home early and at 7.30am I rang NHS direct who made me an appt at my local hospital with the out of hours doctor.
When I got to the hospital I met with the dr who was extremely unsympathetic. He told me without any examination that I was experiencing a threatened MC and he sent me to the gynaecology department. Once there they examined my cervix which I was told was closed and took blood. They then told me as it was a weekend they could not scan me and they sent me home with no answers for two days.
I knew already in my heart my baby wasn't alive.
I went to the hospital on Monday morning for a scan. I lay on the bed and they started straight away, she asked me if I was sure of my dates and I said yes. She then told me I was measuring 6 weeks with no heartbeat when I should have been 9+5. She then did an internal scan which confirmed I'd had an MMC. They then sent me to sit in a room so I could cry for 20minutes then they came to go through the options. I knew already I wanted a D&C so the nurse went to check if there was a bed on the ward, there wasn't so I was sent home and told to ring back the next day to see if there was a bed.
Monday evening felt it lasted for days...
Tuesday I rang at 8.30 and they told me there was a bed and to bring in an overnight bag, I was at the hospital by 8.50. The nurse showed me to my bed and told me to wait for the dr to come see me. The doctor came at 9.20 with some forms for me to sign, a cremation agreement form, a form to agree to tissue testing, a consent form for the procedure and another form which I don't remember the details of. She then sat and explained the procedure to me fully. By which time i was in floods of tears. I was then given a wristband and sent to another department to have bloods taken. This seemed to take forever and once I was back on the ward I was told to relax as the had put me on the emergency list in surgery and they weren't sure when I would go in.
At lunch time I made a few calls and went to see my mum who works at the hospital on a different floor, this broke my day up a little and also got me off the ward whilst everybody was eating as I wasn't allowed any food or water. When I got back to the ward I sat talking to some of the women, this was great and took my mind off why I was there for a while. The anaesthetist guy came to see me to talk to me about being put under and ask me questions. *The nurse then told me I would be going into theatre between 5&6pm and took my BP etc.
At 4.45pm they told me to get changed into my gown, I went to the loo then the nurse inserted two pesseries into my cervix to open it and told me to put on paper knickers and a pad, which I did.
5.15pm my chariot arrived in the form of a bed to go down to theatre. I got on and they wheeled me through the hospital into the waiting room for surgery. I was the only bed in there, another nurse put a warm blanket on me and talked to me whilst we waited. I was then wheeled into the surgery prep room where they inserted my cannula into my hand, the anaesthetist gave me shot of something through the cannula (they told me it was their version of a gin and tonic) whilst the nurse attached wires to my chest then they placed a mask over my face and I fell asleep.
Woke up in recovery in extreme pain, the nurses quickly gave me a shot of paracetamol through my IV then, when that didn't help gave me two tablets to take. I was then wheeled back to the ward at 7.10 where Colin was waiting, i had to wiggle back onto my bed and I had my BP taken etc and then was left alone.
It took me over 3 hours to feel ready to get up and go to the loo, I had a nurse come with me which I was grateful of. I was kept in overnight and was let home wednesday lunch time after the dr had done her rounds.*
I've been signed off work for a week, I'm still in a lot of pain and I'm still bleeding. Apparently I'll start to feel better soon.
I've written this all in detail, partly so I'll remember what I went through and partly to help others who are like I was a few days ago, worried about what exactly happens when you go in for a D&C
*deep breaths* hope this helps somebody x
*sigh*
hun xxx
