My D&C happened on Sept. 18, 2014. It’s a day I won’t forget. It was 2 days before my brothers wedding. My husband and I went to the hospital and up to the OB unit. That’s where my RE performed surgeries.
I was put in a room and asked to put on a gown. The nurse that came in to work with me was a blessing in disguise. She was so kind and understanding and was with us for the 6 hours we were in the hospital.
She first came and got my history and put it in the computer. Then she took my blood pressure. She asked us some questions and answered our questions. She prepared me for the surgery.
The anesthesiologist came in then. He was not kind. He was kind of a jerk and both my husband and I were not pleased with him. In fact, the nurse could tell and sent him out of the room. She ended up putting my IV in herself. She tried it in my hand but my vein there always blows so she got it in my elbow.
My doctor finally came in and explained everything to me. He told me they would put me out and then he would go in, remove the fetal pole, the sac, and any other material that needed to come out. He then told me I’d be sore for a few days and probably would bleed for a few days as well.
When it was time to go I gave my husband a hug and they wheeled me into the OR. Once there my doctor and another OB picked me up and put me on the table. The anesthesiologist gave me a dose of meds but it didn’t put me out. I must have looked terrified because my doctor patted my leg and told me it would be ok. He looked at the anesthesiologist and that’s the last I remember.
I woke up with a pain in my lower abdomen. My husband was there holding my hand as I started to cry. My baby was gone…it was really gone now. We sat together in silence until the nurse walked in. She made sure I was comfortable and gave me some extra strength Tylenol. She then told me I had to eat something and use the bathroom before I could leave.
She brought me crackers and Gingerale. I slowly drank the Gingerale. I ate a few crackers then I had to use the bathroom. The kind nurse put a pair of disposable underwear on me and helped me to the bathroom. In the bathroom I cried when I saw all the blood. I took a deep breath, stood up, and walked back to my room.
The nurse took my vitals again and gave me my discharge paper. She then tolld me t wait a minute that she had something for me. She brought in a postcard with a picture of a leaf with a single dew drop. On the back was a poem about loss and hope. She had tears in her eyes as she read it to me and I could hardly stop the tears from running down my face. Even writing about it has me tearing up.
She handed me the post card and told me it was mine. She told me she had hope that things would get better then she gave me a hug. I truly believe she cared about me and my situation and it was nice to know someone did.
As she left my husband helped get me dressed. I put on a pad to catch the blood from my D&C. I hadn’t eaten all day and it was 7pm by this time. We ran to a Chinese buffet and ate dinner. Then we made the hour drive home. Unfortunately I had a cake to make…my brother’s grooms cake for the wedding.
The only hope I had for the weekend was that I’d be too busy to worry about myself and the baby. I had medicine I needed to take and I had my husband by my side. I knew that though it would be tough, the two of us would get through it.