Hi ladies, thanks again for your well wishes on my last post.
Well after a horrid couple of days at the hospital im finally home.
They told me to be at the hosp on Friday by 12pm. We got there at 12 only to be told i now didnt have a bed. They kept us waiting in the corridor for 2 hours. The consultant then called me in to have a chat and explain things, i asked her if my blood results were in for my blood group as i have never know what group i am. She looked on file and they had lost all my bloods!! Lucky i checked as they didnt seem to have a clue. So they sent me down to have more blood taken.
I then had to wait another hour in the corridor (with pg women walking past me all the time) before they finally told me my bed was ready.
Someone came to talk to me again to tell me i would now prob not be done til after 5pm as they were very busy. I told them i need to drink something as i havent had anything since 9pm the evening before. They told me no but said they will put me on a drip to stop me dehydrating. They didnt put me on the drip til 6.30pm!!! Thats nearly 22 hours with nothing!!
Someone came to talk to me again and said im now not going to be done til after 8pm.
Someone came to me again at 11pm and told me i now wasnt going to be done til tomorrow so i will have to stay in the night. My poor bf was so annoyed with the way they had treated me. He was so good, sat with me all that time for nearly 12 hours, so i sent him home to get some rest.
Oh and they then brought me a piece of cold burnt toast as i hadnt eaten for 26 hours. My lovely sister came up and brought me supplies of food though!
I started spotting nasty brown discharge so i told one of the night staff, her reply was 'well what do you expect, you are miscarrying'. I was stuck in a ward full of old women suffering from domentia. The one on the Left of me kept trying to talk to me though the curtain, the one opposite was screaming out most of the night and the one on my right kept trying to open my curtain so i didnt get much sleep.
The following morning though, the staff couldnt have been nicer and they really looked after me. Bf came back at 8.30am and stayed with me. They took me to theatre at 11am ish and when i woke up it was no where near as bad physically as i thought it would be. I had cramping and heavy bleeding but it soon settled with some strong pain killers.
I got home at about 6pm and i then felt like i was back to square one, all the emotion came flooding back and i couldnt stop crying i made myself sick.
I feel better physically today, the bleeding is lighter and so are the cramps but i still feel very emotional. I know this will heal as time goes on and we will start ttc again once my body is physically ready.
I just need to fill this empty space.