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On 9/30/12, I took a pregnancy test after being 3 days
late on my cycle. Lo and behold, it was
positive. I couldn’t believe it because
of my history (I had been told that I might not be able to get pregnant). Now with my fiancé and soul mate (I met him
in May 2012 and moved in with him June of 2012), I ended up pregnant after only
4 months, and we weren’t even trying (Again, I didn’t think I could get
pregnant, and my fiancé also didn’t think he could have children).
Everything was going fine, until 11/7/12. I went in for my first ultrasound, and
according to my LMC, I was supposed to be 9W6D.
The ultrasound showed that the baby was only measuring 7W3D. And, there was no heartbeat showing. The doctor did not seem positive, but I
was. On Saturday, 11/17/12, I started
bleeding after sex. I totally freaked
and ended up in the ER. They did my
ultrasound and said that I was measuring 9W, but there was no heartbeat. Again, I remained positive. I had faith in God (and I still do). They told me to go back to my doctor to have
blood tests done to check my HCG levels and to have another ultrasound
done. I already had an ultrasound
scheduled for 11/20/12, so I called my doctor to schedule appointments for my
blood work.
On 11/20/12, I went in for my ultrasound. The news was not good. The baby measured 9W2D as it should, but
again there was no heartbeat or fetal activity.
The doctor began talking about a D&C and several other things that I
cannot even remember because I blanked out.
I walked out of the office crying for the second time, but I was also
professing that God was in control. No
matter what happened, God was and is in control.
That night, I started bleeding more heavily and
clotting. I also started cramping
some. Not enough to get worried
according to the doctors I saw when I went to the ER, but enough that I knew
what was happening. I went to bed with a
very heavy heart. The next morning
(11/21/12) I woke up, woke up my fiancé, and told him we had to get back to the
hospital. I was having a miscarriage,
and I knew it. We walked to the bus stop
(we don’t have a car, and I was not in a lot of pain, so I was trying not to
call 911), and we took the first bus to our stop for the next bus ride, which
would take us to the hospital I had recently been to. While waiting for the bus at the bus stop, I
started to feel very nauseous, dizzy, light-headed, and I seriously thought I
was going to pass out. Luckily we were
right at another hospital.
I barely made it to the back of the hospital. I was sweating profusely, but had cold
chills. I was blacking out. I could barely walk due to the pain that I was
in. I was cramping so much it felt like
I was being ripped apart from the inside out.
I also thought that I was going to vomit everywhere, and I had nothing
on my stomach but some Mountain Dew. And,
I was crying my eyes out. My fiancé is
frantically trying to find a door to get in the hospital, but they were all
locked (we were in the back of the hospital).
As he was trying to find a door and some help, a lady walked by in a knee-length,
white coat (I assumed she was a doctor, but I don’t know. I do know for a fact she was an employee of
the hospital). I called out to this lady
for help. “Ma’am, can you please help
me?” She looked at me, turned her head,
and kept walking. This happened a couple
of times. I watched as this lady scanned
her ID and went into one of the doors that my fiancé had knocked on and tried
to open. She had something in her hands,
so I figured she was going to put it down, and she was going to come back. She didn’t.
As a matter of fact, I never saw this lady again at the hospital after
that point. {I wanted to add this part
in because I feel that this lady needs prayer.
And, a lot of it. I hope that she
is never like this with her patients. I
pray that she opens her heart and finds the strength and courage she needs to help
others who are in need.}
After about 5 minutes of searching (it felt like hours),
my fiancé found someone to help me. Two
very nice security guards showed up with a wheelchair and rushed me to the ER,
where I was treated by some friendly and some not-so friendly staff. For the most part, everyone did what they
could to make sure that I was okay. I
was given morphine for the pain and an IV to keep fluids in me. The doctor and nurse checked me and stated
that I was bleeding way too much, so they moved me to a bed in the main ER
area. They hooked me up to a couple of
machines that kept check of my heart rate and my blood pressure.
After about an hour or two, the doctor came in and said
that my blood work was fine, so he was going to put some medicine in me to slow
the bleeding, which he did. It worked,
and within the next hour I was in another room with the OB/GYN having a pelvic
exam done to make sure everything was okay.
She said that I was fine. My
cervix was still dilated to a 2, but that was normal, and it would close on its
own. My doctor came back in and told me
I was being released. The nurse came
back in shortly after that and gave me my release papers, checked my vitals,
and said I was good to go home.
I went home that night, I cried, and I went to bed.
