**WARNING: SOME TROUBLING, VERY DISTURBING BLOODY PHOTOS OF MY EXPERIENCE AHEAD***
I miscarried and had my raspa last Wednesday, August 15.
We lost the baby at 11 weeks old.
The heartbeat simply stopped.
We didn’t know until the 14th week when I started spotting. Apparently, our baby was already dead for 3 weeks.
We learned via ultrasound that our baby was dead on Sunday. My OB scheduled a D&C on Friday.
I “popped” on Wednesday late afternoon.
I felt a strong gushing of liquid. My pantyliner was so wet as if I urinated on it.
When I rushed to the bathroom, the panty liner was soaked.
I quickly placed a menstrual pad, but after 2 minutes, that got soaked too. My panty was so wet I couldn’t even wear the menstrual pad properly.
As I sat on the toilet bowl, blood and gunk started flowing from me, first in drips then in spurts.
Within 2 minutes, the bowl was full. Full of blood, and clot.
I flushed the toilet.
After I flushed the toilet, I still continued to bleed. Clots and all. Every time I would wipe, there was flesh blood.
I let the blood flow. I had to wait it out.
It was on this time I saw a grey matter on the bowl.
It was a fetus, our baby, looking like an alien but with hands and feet perfectly formed.
It lay on top of the bloody toilet paper.
We gingerly collected it on a small white bowl.
Yup, that’s our baby.
At 11 weeks old, it already looks like a baby. Anyone who says they’re not aborting a baby is WRONG.
I felt sad.
But I was not done bleeding yet.
I bled, and bled, and bled.
My husband bought the overnight pads, but they got full quickly too.
I went through the entire pack of overnight menstrual pads and I was still bleeding.
My OB asked me to go to the hospital.
Fortunately, I had some adult diapers at home. As soon as I wore them, the blood flow continued and I felt menstrual cramps and was excreting blood clots.
The nurse said it was my body excepting the thick lining of my uterus.
The body had them to prepare my body for the baby.
Now that the baby is toxic, my body is cleaning itself of all remnants of it.
As soon as I arrived in the hospital, I couldn’t stand.
I felt the heavy diaper and it was overflowing. Blood was dripping down my leg to my slippers.
Fortunately, the guard has a wheelchair and wheeled me to the delivery room.
I cleaned myself when I arrived. The adult diaper was full.
I changed to a new one.
I quickly went through three adult diapers.
By this time, I had already lost 2 kilos of blood and funk.
They lay me on the gurney where they put a speculum inside me.
They removed even more gunk from me, all bloody and clotty.
It was very discomforting and unpleasant.
My OB said the abortion would severely hurt, but my body didn’t let me feel pain. Just a lot of discomfort, especially since I couldn’t move anywhere because I was free flowing blood.
Whenever I would stand, I would bleed some more.
At 10pm, 3.5 hours after I first popped, my blood pressure dangerously dropped.
I started to cough, feel absolutely weak. I began to have chills all over my body and sweat bullets.
I think I heard the doctor say my BP was 20 over 40.
I felt really weak, my breathing long and labored.
The nurses panicked.
Up until this time, I was fine. Still joking. But when this suddenly happened, I was so weak and tired and couldn’t really move.
This was the time I felt that maybe this was the feeling patients had before they died.
Oooooh, so this is how it feels…
I never felt like this before.
By this time, I have lost 3 kilos of blood.
They gave me an IV and watched me stabilized. I had 4–5 nurses surrounding me.
My OB arrived upon my stabilization.
Despite me already excreting most of my body wastes, there was still some left since I was already at 14 weeks.
She scheduled a D&C at 12 midnight, 8 hours after my last meal at 4pm.
Apparently, you need to fast for 8 hours before a D&C.
They wheeled me in the cold delivery room at 12 midnight.
They gave me a spinal anesthetic to remove the pain.
They sedated me.
When I woke up, I was still in the operating room but I was finished.
They have removed the last part of my pregnancy: my placenta. It was Grey in color and looked sick.
They wheeled me to the recovery room afterwards. I was monitored until I could move a bit of my legs at 2:30am.
I was admitted to the room at 4am.
I was monitored closely.
The next morning, I was bleeding sparingly. The bleeding has almost stopped.
I couldn’t feel my butt until the afternoon. Maybe the anesthesia was so strong but I thought I was wearing a thick plastic diaper even though I wasn’t.
I was discharged at 4:30am and forced to rest.
When I went to work the next day, I was very pale, had chills and was shaking. So I was sent home.
I am on bedrest today. It’s my second day after the D&C.
I was only at 14 weeks when I had my abortion. Our fetus is as small as a little oyster.
It wasn’t my choice per se, but the body has to do its part.
Regardless on whether it’s your choice or not, it was a miserable, discomfiting and sad experience.
If your baby is bigger, I would expect more pain, more blood, and more discomfort.
It’s your body, and your choice of course.
But since we wanted to keep the baby, it was very sad when I was there at the delivery room’s recovery area, lying in preparation for my D&C, and just beside me are two mothers with their newly born babies recovering.
The irony wasn’t lost in me.
There I was, losing my baby. And there they were, just starting a new adventure.
The experience was interesting at best.
But I wouldn’t want anyone to lose 3 kilos of blood or more.
The body is not fit for an abortion.
It will always be a traumatic event.
It can be dangerous.
I chose to show our baby’s photo so you can see that what’s inside you is an actual human in process. It has five fingers and five toes at 11 weeks old.
I was lucky I didn’t have a choice on this abortion. My body chose to expel our baby when it was incompatible and unsuitable for birth.
The Lord has been so gracious we never had to make this decision.
But I can see how traumatic and difficult it may be for women who are still mulling over this choice.
So good luck. And may you make the right decision for you.
I survived my abortion.
It was like a birth. But it wasn’t. And it screws you up in many ways.
And I do hope I will never go through it again.