Wednesday, April 2, 2014

The bad news...

On January 8th, I came home from work and was spotting very slightly.  I panicked and ran to the ER.  They booked me for an ultrasound the next day to check on things.  I had the ultrasound and had to come back later in the afternoon for the results.

The Dr's there was way less than helpful and could only tell me that 'something' was irregular, but that they had seen the heartbeat etc.

I went back to my own Dr's office, and was told I was experiencing a subchorionic hematoma. It's a pooling of blood between the membrane around the embryo and the uterine wall. I was told it only raised my chance of a miscarriage by about 10%. I was put on bed rest and had to take a leave of absence from my job.  I had no cramping, very little bleeding, but was still terrified.  On the 12th, things went downhill very fast, and I started cramping and bleeding very badly.  I lost that baby, here at home, around 9pm that night.  I was almost 2 months along.  It was devastating to me, and I lost part of me that night as well.  The next month consisted of lots of bloodwork, Dr's appts and another ultrasound to make sure everything was gone.

DD was pretty upset, though not outwardly.  I know him well enough to know when something is bothering him, but he won't talk about it.  He gets very quiet and tends to stay to himself for a little while.

I went back to work...we talked about trying again at some point, and life went on.


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