I, in fact, did not miscarry on Tuesday 11/15 at 9w5d. I painfully labored for the entire evening and passed a lot of clots and lots and lots of blood, but I knew there should have been more. I knew it.
I told my doctors. I told my husband. I told 2 friends who are unfortunate enough to be close enough to me to get the gory details. I even said it in my last post. My doctors assured me that you don't always see or feel what you may expect and that everything sounded normal and not to worry. But I knew it.
With no cramps, and no warning whatsoever, I miscarried this morning on a routine trip to the bathroom. 11/18, 10w1d. This was what I knew was supposed to happen Tuesday.
Have I mentioned how lucky I am to work from home? Because if that had happened at work, I would have freaked out. Mildly traumatizing considering I thought this was behind me. Yikes.
I called my doctors. They are fine with letting me wait everything out through the weekend. As long as I don't continue to bleed heavily and don't pass any more clots, I am probably fine and this is probably over. The concern being that OBVIOUSLY my body did not get rid of everything when it was laboring. So there could potentially be more "stuff" left.
Please, please, please, please let this be the end for real this time.
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