Procedures

Wednesday

The ultrasound tech began the ultrasound, squirted gel and poked around and then decided I needed to empty my bladder so she could do an internal scan. I knew but I couldn't say anything. She prepared dildo cam and began scanning and measuring and I knew. I couldn't see a heartbeat. I knew. Ray said he knew too. And then the soft hand on my arm and the words, "Barbara I'm so sorry..."

I wailed, I think. I remember saying, "No" over and over and over again. I remember Ray grabbing me and his tears spilling into my hair. I remember we both swore a lot.

We sat in the bad news room for a while.

Both Ray and I felt oddly embarrassed walking through the waiting room and out of the maternity unit. Ray called it "the walk of shame".


I called my Mum. And her heart broke. Again.


Thursday

Numb.

Ray went for bread and milk and spent his birthday money on a new bead for my Pandora bracelet. I cried.


Friday

The surgery went well.

We checked into the Day Surgery Unit at 1pm.

There was a woman we knew vaguely in the waiting area with her son (6ish) who was being circumcised (it's not done routinely in the UK) and she asked me what I was having done. "It's rather personal" (i.e. mind your own business you nosey cow).

Ms P the consultant did the honours and decided to try a hysteroscopy as well to have a look around.

I woke up crying.

And in pain. Copious amounts of pain killers topped of with oral morphine and I was wheeled into the ward. "Would you like a cup of tea? Some toast?" No I want Ray.

Every time I moved I could feel the blood coming out. I hate that.

Ray hugged me and I whispered, "baby gone".

I tried a cup of tea and instantly I had painful trapped wind and burped in an unladylike fashion for a while.

Ms P popped in to see us. All normal. One tiny polyp, nowhere near the baby but removed along with one tiny little scrap of hope. No blame to throw at fibroids. Lots of "bloody water" (saline) sloshed around my insides. No obvious reasons. Just one of those things. She's going to refer me for a second opinion on the fibroids.

Lovely kind nurses.

I got up, went to the toilet, got dressed and we left at 6pm.


Saturday

I woke up stiff and sore and achy and crying. At about 3am.

Ray brought me flowers from the garden.

I cried.