Early Tuesday morning at about 3:45 a.m., I woke up with really bad cramps. I tried going back to sleep, hoping they would go away, but they didn't. They just got worse. By 4:15 a.m., I had all of the signs of having a miscarriage - you know what they are. It was horrible! I left for the hospital at 4:30 a.m. and by the time my mom and I arrived, I was in tears because of how painful it was. I was put in a room until about 11 a.m. and then was taken to get an ultrasound. There was no baby shown on the ultrasound machine. It had happened. It was officially gone. Until the ultrasound, I had been poked and prodded more times than I could count. After the ultrasound, I was taken to the pre-op room to prepare for the D & C. While waiting to get taken in, my blood was taken ---- AGAIN. The doctor finally arrived, told me what would be happening, and then the anethesiologist arrived and also gave me insight on what would be done. I was in the operating room by 12 p.m. and the last thing I remember is the anethesiologist saying, "Okay, now just put this mask on." I still didn't remember anything when I was in the recovery room. It was all a blur...... By the time I left the hospital at 2:30 p.m., I didn't even feel like I had just had surgery! It was crazy. I didn't feel that good after my hand surgery. So, all in all, I was glad that mother nature took its course and I'm glad it's all behind me. Even though all of my medical issues are behind me, I am still dealing with the grief of losing a baby. Time heals all, but I know when the due date comes, it will be a hard day for me.
I'll be changing my blog name soon and will continue to update it with my normal, everyday life happenings! With my new house, I don't doubt there will be lots to tell. Happy reading : )
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I'm glad you'll be continuing the blog!
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