When I was 18 I found out I was expecting, although unexpected my partner and I decided we would be able cope. At around 11 weeks I had painful cramping and noticed a little blood and a few clots, which I knew wasn't right, but that my mum said was normal.
The bleeding got worse and so we went to the emergency doctor. It was a Sunday so we had to wait at wait for over an hour. The pain was unbearable and was moaning as I waited. When we eventually saw the doctor he said it was normal to bleed a little, but by now he knew it wasn't right and rang the hospital.
We were booked in for a D&C on Monday, by that time my body had started shutting down, I had gone white in the face and was on morphine the pain was so bad. I sat there in shock as noone had yet explained anything to me or talked me, until a doctor finally told me that it was likely I'd miscarried and that it was now over.
I just wanted to be left in peace.
On Tuesday I got sent home. This was eight years ago and remember it like it was yesterday. I don't think I'll ever get over the horrible experience I had or the loss, even though I now have a healthy one year old rainbow baby and expecting another one soon.
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