My miscarriage experience in the 80s

My first child is still and always will be in my mind.

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by Sue

May 2016

Back in 1985, I suffered the loss of a baby at 13 weeks. 2 days later in the middle of the night I was sent to hospital on blue lights to endure a D&C. The first insult was to be put in a side ward between 2 young women in there to have elective terminations.

The 2nd was to be humiliated by the ward sister for even thinking of coming into hospital wearing nail varnish - NURSE, GET THE ACETONE! I was admitted as an emergency in the middle of the night!

After the procedure the lady consultant - a forthright and totally unsympathetic person - informed me "well nothing wrong just try again"!!

I did have a happy ending, I have 3 lovely adult children and a grandson. But my first child is still and always will be in my mind - sadly never knew if a son or daughter. It never leaves you .

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