Recovering Emotionally from Miscarriage & Hemorrhage

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This list is for those women who are recovering from miscarriage (or serious hemorrhage as a result) – and possibly more importantly, it’s for their partners and loved ones.

This month has felt like a roller coaster in some ways and I can honestly say that I would not have emerged as healthily as I have without the encouragement of my friends and family.

My story, Miscarriage and an Unexpected Turn of Events.

I have simply listed what I felt – and I have decided to categorize it all as normal. I do want to say regarding the “Guilt – was it my fault?” entry, don’t worry about reassuring me. Technically, I know it probably wasn’t my fault but those feelings are a natural and probably necessary part of the grieving process.

These are just some of the things I’m moving through or have already passed.

Recovering from Miscarriage, One Month Later. 

I hope this is a help for those of you who are going through this. I will not minimize your pain by trying to make it ok. It isn’t ok. But, know you are not alone and even if I don’t know your name, I am saying a prayer for your healing even as I write these words.

Blessings…Monna

Emotional

Numb – at first. Too exhausted to even think of what had happened.

Fear – about the actual miscarriage. For about a week, I had bad dreams and had a hard time not thinking about it. Remembering stuff I’d forgotten like

  • being on oxygen from the time I was in the ambulance until after my D&C
  • discovering I’d been categorized in “Critical” condition & figuring out – it’s not good.

Fear that I will get pregnant again and that I’ll lose the baby or go through a scary miscarriage again (highly unlikely).

Fear that I won’t be able to get pregnant again (because I do want more children – Whoa. Did I just say, child-ren?)

Guilt that maybe I did something to cause this. My reasonable side knows it may be impossible to prove exactly what happened – which is why doctors and midwives always say, “There’s nothing you could have done to cause or prevent this.”

But, my mom’s guilt kicks in anyway and I check the laundry list of everything I’d eaten, done, how much sleep I’d gotten and possible incidents of bad karma. I know I will probably never know if it was just genetic or something else. I’m convinced this is a natural part of grieving a baby lost in utero.

A return to reason – We mothers are programmed to protect our young and being unable to do that with an unseen child is an excruciating experience. Thankfully, I remembered that babies are born to moms with poor nutrition and even moms on crack. Women who have nothing close to the nutrition and healthy lifestyle I’m fortunate enough to have carry babies to term.

In the end I trust that, for some reason, this baby was not meant to be here now. I don’t like it but I have faith that it is true.

Guilt that I’d always hoped I would never be a part of the group of women who have lost a baby. I always grieved with friends and even acquaintances who went through a miscarriage and then secretly prayed, “Please, not one of mine.”

Bursts of grief at odd times, like when I –

  • realize there are certain foods I can now eat that I couldn’t eat just a few weeks ago because I was pregnant
  • see pics of newborn babies on friends’ facebook pages or meeting pregnant women in the grocery store
  • recalculate what I’ll be able to do this summer and fall because I won’t be completing a pregnancy and taking care of a newborn
  • read the children’s books to my girls that we read before bedtime the night of the miscarriage

Anger about random, unimportant stuff – such as a nasty coffee drink and wi-fi not working at a coffee shop I visited. So not my normal tendency.

Anger – This is kind of embarrassing but I felt this way toward people who didn’t realize how serious my miscarriage was (this is completely unfair but who says the grieving process is rational?). Or who minimized the experience with comments like, “Well, it’s over. Now you can move on with your life.” Jerk. Or people who asked “How are you?” but didn’t want to hear the truth. Part of me wanted to shock them with a blatantly honest answer. I didn’t.

Control freak-ishness. I don’t think this is in the list of typical stages of grief but I believe this is my way of compensating for not having control over what happened to me and my baby. So, I tried to control everything my little world. For instance, I hyper-cleaned or got frustrated with the kids if they didn’t do exactly what I asked within say, oh – 2 seconds of my thinking it. Yeah, that’s reasonable.

Gratitude – for my sweet husband, daughters, family and friends I was surrounded with during the weeks following my miscarriage.

Feeling abandoned. Life goes back to normal for everyone else – even a loving, supportive husband who has to return to work – but seemed to stand still for me for a while. People stop calling or asking about the baby (very normal) and it feels like they have forgotten.

Depression. As I was recovering mentally from how scary my miscarriage was and as I began to feel the loss of the hopes and expectations of greeting a new baby, I felt dark, listless and grief stricken. Like my life was over. This stage did not last long for me because I woke up one morning and decided that despite the circumstances and the loss we endured – I am lucky to be alive! While I still have moments (and probably will for a while) when I feel sad or cry unexpectedly, I choose not to dwell in the darkness.

Recovering Physically from Miscarriage & Hemorrhage

The loss of a child is so painful and often isolating. I share my story in the hope that it will make you feel less alone. Please pass it on if you know of someone who it might encourage.

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A Miscarriage and an Unexpected Turn of Events, part 4

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***If you are faint of heart, this may not be a post for you. It contains frank and graphic descriptions of blood and loss. ***

Up until last week, my family and I were happily anticipating the opportunity to announce the impending arrival of our third little one. We wanted to wait till I was a little further along to let everyone know. Unfortunately, my news today is not the happy announcement I was planning. This is part four of our story.

A Miscarriage and an Unexpected Turn of Events, Part 3

Soon, I was transferred to the ICU where my nurse put in another IV. This was at least the fourth attempt – since my veins were hiding. I had them in both arms and both hands. She started the blood transfusions and continued the pitocin and saline.

Then she got a phone call and left the room. Rob returned from talking with a friend who couldn’t come into the ICU and gasped because there was blood pooling on the floor. The nurse had not hooked up my transfusion properly so it was spilling out instead of replacing what I’d lost.

He called her back in and I could tell she was panicked about what had happened but I was too tired to care. All I really wanted to do was to use the bathroom instead of the bedpan. It had been something like 12 hours since I’d used the bathroom normally.

For some reason, my nurse let me try. I sat up for a moment to use the chair next to the bed. But as I sat up, I passed a red mass the size of a grapefruit and immediately felt lightheaded. As my nurse hustled me back into a prone position, I asked her if it was my placenta but she said it was a blood clot. She kept saying, “You’re going to be ok,” over and over.

Before my surgery, my father-in-law came to the ICU. I was so relieved because Robert was being so strong for me and I knew he needed support. Our friend Jim had already come while I was in the ER and another friend, John, came as well. But, having Rob’s dad there was good.

I could tell my father-in-law was very upset. Blood kept seeping through my blankets and staining the bed, despite the nurses changing the pads regularly. I’m told my face was a tad on the pale side – even for a girl of Irish descent. I tried to joke with Rob’s dad to let him know I was ok but he didn’t laugh. I was bummed I couldn’t get him to smile.

My surgeon came by to prep me for the D&C and I loved him right away. He was confident but not arrogant and I felt a strong sense that I would be ok. Robert and his dad prayed with me and off I went.

I closed my eyes all the way to the OR. I didn’t want to see bright lights or tables. Instead, I pulled up the picture of the beautiful night I’d seen right before arriving at the hospital and as I crashed to sleep, assisted by the anesthetics, in my mind I was holding tight to the trunk of my favorite pine tree.

I intended to stay grounded to earth.

When I woke, it hadn’t even been an hour and two nurses were standing at the end of my bed discussing my next room assignment. “No. She doesn’t have to go back to the ICU,” one nurse said, “She’s been downgraded from critical.” “OK,” said the other, “I’ll call the floor and let them know she’s coming.”

Oddly, despite the crazy blood loss, I hadn’t realized I was in critical condition.

Soon I was in a normal room with a roommate who apparently loved American Idol. It was like listening to cats being tortured but I didn’t care because I was so glad to be alive. Robert was there and I rested for the majority of the afternoon.

That night, I was glad to get visits from family and friends. It lifted my spirits – and Robert’s – and kept me from thinking too much about our loss or how frightening the experience had been.

Rob had to go home that night since I was rooming with Ms. American Idol and I confess, I was a little afraid to fall asleep. My BP was still hovering in the 80’s and 90’s but I just trusted that I would be ok, and tried to rest. It was the first real sleep I’d had since Monday.

Thursday morning. Hey, I look way sexier than I did the day before!

The next morning was Thursday and my doctor came by to chat. He encouraged me and said there is nothing wrong with me. He said that while 70% of women have miscarriages, most are not this extreme (trust me to take the dramatic route!). He encouraged us to  try for another baby when my cycle returns to normal and I feel ready.

He said that I could leave the hospital and go home. He encouraged me to sit up, eat what I could and walk. I’d been afraid to walk during the night since I’d not sat up without fainting in almost two days. But, my blood pressure had cleared 100 by early morning. I felt ready and wanted to go home.

My tech helped me walk around the halls after removing the catheter. I couldn’t wait to use the bathroom! What a funny thing to care about, right?

When I saw my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I was shocked by my appearance. My eyes were nearly swollen shut and my face was as pale as a Twilight character but not as sexy.

My fingers and arms were swollen like sausages from the saline and pitocin and there was still blood in my nails from the miscarriage. I couldn’t seem to scrub them clean without a brush. My eyes filled at the memory but I pushed back the tears because I didn’t want them to swell shut.

Robert came in time to bring breakfast (thank God because hospital food is awful!) and after lunch, we were ready to go home. When I arrived at home, it was quiet. My sweet sister came over to clean up leftover traces of Tuesday’s trauma and spruce up the rest of the house for me while I rested.

Home!

Being home has been surreal. But, I am writing this from a place of profound gratitude today. I am so grateful to be here, sitting up (without fainting – yay!!) to write even this sad story.

I am not going to lie to you. Writing this was not easy. Little flashes of the last few days have been running through my head like a nightmare I can’t wake from.

Remembering the cool tile of the bathroom floor on my face while the paramedics checked me, seeing the blood in my nails, feeling the flatness of my abdomen, hearing in my head the thoughtless words of someone who apparently meant to comfort me by telling me I’m now a “statistic”.

I hope that writing the thoughts down will be therapeutic. I will keep what is helpful and let love soften the pain of the rest.

Partly I’m writing this for those of you who didn’t know how serious it was. I don’t want to have to repeat it over and over or explain why I’m so very tired now. It wears me out to think of it too much. I know it will take a few weeks to get my strength back.

I’m not far enough past the trauma to deal with the grief of the loss we suffered. Right now, I’m focused on small thoughts like, “I’d like a glass of water,” or “Isn’t my two year old funny?!”

This experience is yet another that has changed the landscape of my mind – and heart. I am still the same person in some ways – but forever different too.

One thing that remains – is that as usual…I am grateful.

I am grateful to be alive. I am so, so grateful for my family. I am grateful for the amazing people at the hospital who not only saved my life but were kind to me in the process – the paramedics, ER staff, Jennifer, Evelyn, Steve, Dr. M, Leah, Julie, Dr. P., Joanna, Sheretta and those whose names I don’t know or don’t remember.

I am grateful for you – my friends. For your prayers and the many expressions of love you have shared in meals, hospital visits, magazines, kind words, flowers, watching my children, calling and listening, sharing your own experiences, cleaning my house.

I and my family have felt your love and it has made and continues to make a difference. Thank you so much. I promise I am ok and getting stronger daily. It’s ok to call or write. And please know that if I don’t write back right now, I am feeling your love and appreciate you.

My journey of recovery. 

Losing a baby can leave us feeling isolated. I shared my experience in the hopes that it will help other women know they aren’t alone. If you know someone who would be encouraged by this post, please share it.

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A Miscarriage and an Unexpected Turn of Events, part 3

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***If you are faint of heart, this may not be a post for you. It contains frank and graphic descriptions of blood and loss. ***

Up until last week, my family and I were happily anticipating the opportunity to announce the impending arrival of our third little one. We wanted to wait till I was a little further along to let everyone know. Unfortunately, my news today is not the happy announcement I was planning. This is part three of our story.

A Miscarriage and an Unexpected Turn of Events, part 2.

Time passed so quickly. I found myself needing to be in the bathroom more and more often. I felt pressure like I needed to push but if I stood, blood gushed out between my legs. We put a towel on the bathroom floor and I lay there between contractions.

Around 2:30 am, I had 4 or 5 of those rushes of blood in a very short time. I felt lightheaded and I knew I was in trouble. Rob asked if he should call our midwife but I told him to call 911.

While he was on the phone, I lost consciousness. Rob kept waking me and I tried hard to stay focused but apparently I passed out several times.

When the paramedics arrived, my bp was 59/4-? (after I heard the 59 I sorta missed the second part). I knew the situation was serious but reassured them, “Don’t worry guys, I’m going to be ok.” The paramedic taking my BP looked at me (probably wondering if I had any idea what was happening) and said, “Well, we’re taking you in right now.”

I laughed and found my reply was slurred, “That would be nice.” I think my mother-in-law arrived around this time to watch the girls and I remember being relieved that Robert would be able to come with me to the hospital.

As six strong guys carried me out into the night, Rob threw my special blanket over me. I bought it in Mexico on a missions trip almost 20 years ago and it’s been through a lot with me.

It was cold outside but time seemed to stand still for a moment as I caught a glimpse of the nearly full moon through the pine trees I’d rested under earlier. I breathed deeply and memorized the picture of my favorite tree for the journey that lay ahead.

The paramedics took me to the nearest hospital instead of going to my preference. It was a difference of 7 minutes and they seemed to think it was an important time difference. I arrived alone because Robert needed to drive.

At the hospital, the nurses buzzed around me for a few minutes, checking the IV the medics had put in and adding other things to my IV cocktail. I felt so weak. Robert soon arrived to watch over me.

The next several hours are a bit of a blur. I could see my monitor and knew the instability of my vitals meant I was in bad shape but I intentionally decided not to dwell on it too deeply. In fact, I kept thinking, “Those numbers can’t be right. They must not have my blood pressure cuff on right.”

I tried to use mind over matter and when my systolic rate dropped to 70, I told myself “Go back up! Go back up!” It doesn’t work by the way. I guess it kept plunging to the 50’s and 60’s.

Unaware that I was losing consciousness so frequently, I focused, in my lucid moments, to breathe deeply and think of my family. I kept telling myself, “I’m staying here. I AM STAYING HERE.”

I talked and joked with nurses and tried to convince them to give me one little ice cube because I was so thirsty. They said no.

I had the uncomfortable experience of trying to use a bedpan while laying down. So.not.comfortable and I had to go so badly!

I remember having an ultrasound and the ER doc doing a pelvic exam and trying to clear out whatever was causing the bleeding. The ER staff explained when something is left in the uterus after a miscarriage, it can cause severe bleeding and require a D&C.

The exam was a traumatic experience. The ER doctor was rough even when I asked him to be gentle and warn me when he was about to do something so I could relax and make the experience easier on both of us. He ignored me and jabbed away down there.

My kind nurses held my hands and began to warn me, “Suction, forceps, suction…” so I could be prepared. They were so encouraging.

I remember thinking that this would be pretty scary if I’d let myself actually think about it. I remember wondering whether I would ever want to be pregnant again should I recover.

Every so often, I felt a gush of blood between my legs and I would pass out. I thought I’d passed out 5 or 6 times throughout the early morning but Rob says it was more like 10 or 12 and that I was out of it for the better part of four hours. That explains why I don’t remember a lot of that night.

The next time I woke, several of my nurses and my doctor were standing at the end of my bed and my doctor said, “We’re transferring you to the ICU where you’ll get blood transfusions and have a D&C.”

After they left, my sweet ER nurse came over to me and held my hand. She said, “I don’t want you to be afraid. You are going to be ok. Don’t worry.” I knew she was a little worried from the way her eyes widened when she said it (I think I’ve watched too much “Lie to me” – Haha!) but I appreciated her kindness and chose to believe her.

A Miscarriage and an Unexpected Turn of Events, part 4.

Losing a baby can leave us feeling isolated. I shared my experience in the hopes that it will help other women know they aren’t alone. If you know someone who would be encouraged by this post, please share it.

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A Miscarriage and an Unexpected Turn of Events, part 2

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***If you are faint of heart, this may not be a post for you. It contains frank and graphic descriptions of blood and loss. ***

Up until last week, my family and I were happily anticipating the opportunity to announce the impending arrival of our third little one. We wanted to wait till I was a little further along to let everyone know. Unfortunately, my news today is not the happy announcement I was planning. Here is part two of the story of the loss of our baby.

Read A Miscarriage and an Unexpected Turn of Events, Part 1.

I went to bed with a sense of peace although I could feel mild cramping and knew what it meant. I slept quietly for a few hours.

Around midnight, Robert came to bed after a night of working through a new song set for an upcoming rehearsal. I woke and felt the labor-like pains my midwife told me to expect.

The contractions were strong and intense and felt like the start of real labor – only they increased in intensity very quickly. Perhaps it was the emotions involved that made them seem more painful than normal labor.

It takes my breath away now just remembering it. I tried not to dwell on the fact that the pain meant I wouldn’t be meeting my baby. Instead, I concentrated on accepting the moment.

Robert helped me to the bathroom and I lost blood and tissue. I hated the thought that my baby was breaking apart into the toilet. Part of me hoped I would be able to catch it and the other feared I might.

I remembered Pam reminding me not to stay in the bathroom but to rest in between pains because it might take a while. As I lay back down in bed, I felt the pain subside and I wished I could sleep.

For some reason, I asked Rob to stay awake with me because I was afraid I would bleed too much.

My inner wisdom was guiding me.

Miscarriage and an Unexpected Turn of Events, part 3.

Losing a baby can leave us feeling isolated. I shared my experience in the hopes that it will help other women know they aren’t alone. If you know someone who would be encouraged by this post, please share it.

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