dstaiger

my d&e was 10 years ago, but i'm happy to share my experience with you if it helps.
i'd know for a few weeks that the baby had died but refused to give up hope.
i started having bad cramps at 3am. i was young and didn't know what was happening so i took a hot bath as that always helps with menstral cramps. i laid in that tub for two and a half hours. i felt better but when i sat up to get out of the tub pushed out large amounts of blood and tissue. i called my ob and they told me to go to an office i was unfamiliar with as my dr lived close and could come in for an emergency procedure. i got there at 7am wearing multiple pads to catch the blood. i guess the thing that struck as the most ironic was the consent form saying there was a slight threat to my well-being - i already felt like i was dying. they took my to a room and as i waited they brought in a machine that looked like a food processor with a dentists vacuum attached. they put in the speculum and began sucking out the gestational sac (that had continued to grow over the last three weeks even as the baby was absorbed.
i remember the panic attack and how i hyperventilated as they gave me a needle to calm me. i wouldn't sit still. after what seemed like hours but in reality was another 10 minutes it was over.
afterward, as a result of the shot they gave i had possibly the worst cotton mouth ever. i just wanted a drink and even though they told me no, when they left the room so i could get dressed i went over the sink and slurped down just a tiny bit of water (bad idea). that brought on the vomiting...
once i was dressed and had cleaned myself of my own vomit i was taken to separate room this a big lazy-boy recliner and told to sit and relax for 1 hour before i was cleared to go home.
i napped for the rest of the morning. my mother came over and took me to friendly's for lunch. she believes ice cream can fix any bad day.
i hate ice cream.

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