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Gory details of my miscarriage:
So I seem to have done most of my miscarrying last night. I started bleeding on Thursday and had mild cramps like for a regular period. Then Friday my cramps were less, until the evening when they just started getting worse and worse. I spent much of the evening sitting on the toilet because I felt like I had to go even though nothing was happening. The moment Ryan came home I sent him out to buy me a heating pad, and he had to go to two stores before he found one. I spent the entire time he was gone pacing because that seemed to hurt the least. Then I threw up more than I had any idea could possibly fit in my stomach. I started panicking about the severity of my cramps because at the rate they were getting worse the pain would be unbearable before an emergency room would even see me if we decided to go to one. So I had Ryan call my doctor at 9:30pm on a Friday night, and she proscribed Vicodin for me. Meanwhile while Ryan was on the phone with the doctor, I was in the bathroom and suddenly felt like I needed to lie down right that moment, so I lied down on the floor. A couple seconds later I needed to get up again, and sat back on the toilet, and then I noticed on the floor what I am assuming must be the placenta. It looks just like a dead jellyfish on a beach, sort of gooey and translucent, except it was a bit bigger than a golf ball. And you can see two dots inside that are presumably the twin fetuses. About ten minutes later my cramps went from scary to merely very bad. When Ryan came back with the vicodin I almost regretted having bothered him and my doctor with it, but it turns out it was worthwhile anyway, because I took some and went to bed, and I woke up the moment it wore off with cramps not too horrible but bad enough to have kept me awake much of the night.
Today I am still bleeding and having cramps just about like a regular period. I put the fetus(es) in the fridge and I'm going to see if the doctor can use them to learn anything about why I miscarried. If she doesn't want it I'm going to poke it open and look at it. Russell says that's creepy.
So I seem to have done most of my miscarrying last night. I started bleeding on Thursday and had mild cramps like for a regular period. Then Friday my cramps were less, until the evening when they just started getting worse and worse. I spent much of the evening sitting on the toilet because I felt like I had to go even though nothing was happening. The moment Ryan came home I sent him out to buy me a heating pad, and he had to go to two stores before he found one. I spent the entire time he was gone pacing because that seemed to hurt the least. Then I threw up more than I had any idea could possibly fit in my stomach. I started panicking about the severity of my cramps because at the rate they were getting worse the pain would be unbearable before an emergency room would even see me if we decided to go to one. So I had Ryan call my doctor at 9:30pm on a Friday night, and she proscribed Vicodin for me. Meanwhile while Ryan was on the phone with the doctor, I was in the bathroom and suddenly felt like I needed to lie down right that moment, so I lied down on the floor. A couple seconds later I needed to get up again, and sat back on the toilet, and then I noticed on the floor what I am assuming must be the placenta. It looks just like a dead jellyfish on a beach, sort of gooey and translucent, except it was a bit bigger than a golf ball. And you can see two dots inside that are presumably the twin fetuses. About ten minutes later my cramps went from scary to merely very bad. When Ryan came back with the vicodin I almost regretted having bothered him and my doctor with it, but it turns out it was worthwhile anyway, because I took some and went to bed, and I woke up the moment it wore off with cramps not too horrible but bad enough to have kept me awake much of the night.
Today I am still bleeding and having cramps just about like a regular period. I put the fetus(es) in the fridge and I'm going to see if the doctor can use them to learn anything about why I miscarried. If she doesn't want it I'm going to poke it open and look at it. Russell says that's creepy.