I don’t know why, but the concept just doesn’t make sense to me. Through four miscarriages since January 2006. Miscarriages are both emotionally and physically taxing. I can’t believe I’ve actually been through the process so many times.
I think that I have experienced an abortion; I think that I have been made of steel; to prevent any pain. When we found out I was going to miscarry this time, I was already 6 weeks along. My doctor preferred that I go through the abortion “naturally” – let everything go by itself. He told me that I felt some “little” discomfort. He said that it would be better for me to do it naturally than to have a D&C; by hand, especially since I don’t do anesthesia very well. Yes, I agreed.
The spotting started exactly at midnight on April 8 – the night before Easter. We had a huge Easter dinner at my mother’s house. My sister was from Chicago, my cousins were back from college, and everyone was excited. I’m not close. The cramping was pretty bad, and I got pretty caught up in the pain killers. But I saw the family during the day.
During the week the cramps got worse, but they never subsided as much as I thought they would. I arose in the month of July, and spent an hour there. I actually rushed to the hospital then because I was bleeding so much. However, I had no cramps at all. This time it was completely the opposite. I had huge cramps, and hardly any bleeding.
Intolerable cramps on Saturday, April 14. I was doubled over in pain, and could not even walk straight. It was horrible. NO PROFIT either. I was taking Midol, Pamprin, Motrin, IBUprofen, even Percocet for a while and nothing helped with my pain. I’ve had some serious accidents and surgery in the past, and I have absolutely nothing compared to this.
After talking with my doctor a second time, he agreed that I needed to go to Mather Hospital for a D&C. to descend; My mom was in Connecticut and my husband was at work, so my best friend’s mom brought me to the hospital. (What a wonderful person she is, by the way.) I went through triage and registration, and then I went to bed in the ER. Given a urine sample, I undressed and put on a gown. Thankfully, I kept my underwear on until I was wheeled into the operating room.
Mather’s nurses were fantastic. Lainea (my best friend’s mom) walks with me to the operating room and waits until they turn me into the OR itself. Then I had to take my panties off, and I was lazy big time. When I was lifted from the gurney to the operating table, I had a huge cramp and felt safe. I looked down at the gurney I was just on, and this was a very thick, purple bush about the size of a kitchen sponge, surrounded by a pool of blood. The doctor and the nurses all said, “Come on, there it is!” This was bagged and sent for pathology testing.
The last time I looked at the clock, it was 8:56 pm and 41 seconds. I was told that the whole process would take maybe 10 minutes. When I woke up, I was in the recovery room with two wonderful nurses. It was 9:35. My mother and her best friend walked into the room. The surgery was a success! No one in the front. I also didn’t though have any cramps, and I barely had any blood.
From what I understand, all they did was put me under general anesthesia, give me a bladder catheter, do a D&C; (by shaving the inside of my womb), and then he sent me to health. Some do not attack. If I had known that this would happen quickly and painlessly, and that my bleeding would almost instantly stop and slow down, I would have done it weeks earlier. I should never have waited this long, nor should I have put myself through a terrible week of laziness.
I don’t know why I’m so worried about D&C.; My sister-in-law told me that it would take her 3 weeks to recover. Honestly, I don’t know why anyone would take 3 days, let alone 3 weeks, to recover from this simple plan. I’ve had problems with anesthesia in the past, but absolutely no problems proceeding this way. If you are going to have an abortion, be sure to check out the D&C. I wish I had done that weeks ago.
