This post was originally written on November 13, 2007.
Flashback: Loss Number One
Flashback: Loss Number One, Part Two
I woke up the morning of October 23rd, 2007 in Florence to discover I was having an apparent miscarriage. We’d happily found out we were pregnant again not long before the trip, so I was a bit nervous each day. The nurse at the practice I go to here at home had warned me, saying that if I saw even the slightest speck of blood to go to the emergency room. She was nervous due to our experience with the cornual ectopic pregnancy I had back in May, and thought the odds were higher for a dangerous ectopic again.
I was scared something bad would happen to me in a foreign country where I didn’t know the procedures or speak the language. Anyway, when I saw the blood I panicked. We ran to the front desk where they got us a cab to take us to the “English speaking” hospital. Well, when we got there, we couldn’t find anyone who spoke English!
We couldn’t read the signs or figure out where to go once inside. I was in a crying frenzy and we felt so confused. Eventually we found a nurse who I managed to communicate with via charades and gestures. She found one doctor who spoke English and we were off… they hooked me to an iv and took a bunch of blood. The next thing we knew, he was explaining that an ambulance was going to take us to a “gynecological hospital” where they had the right equipment. So, I got strapped to this gurney, covered in blankets and whisked into the ambulance. Still crying and in a panic, I couldn’t tell what anyone was saying… and then the sirens came on.
We jetted through the streets of Florence for about 10 minutes. I had to guess that the shocks were out in that vehicle because I swear I felt every cobblestone and pothole we went over. At the next hospital we found that most of the staff didn’t speak a lick of English there (which we’d assumed), so I was doing a lot of gesturing and sign language to get across what was happening.
They wheeled me into this sort of open area with an exam table and an ultrasound machine. It was the sort of room anyone in the hospital would have to pass through to get to other rooms, so I felt like I was on display. To my relief, the doctor spoke enough English where we could understand each other, and my exam began. It was horrible. There was no privacy, no private exam room, no gown to put on, no sheet to cover me. Nothing. I had 3 nurses staring at me, and not at my face, which I imagined would be the scene one day when I had a baby, but not now! They all looked horrified at the grisly scene and ended up putting a metal bucket under me where I sat at the edge of the table to catch any matter that came out. I felt like some sort of cow.
Of course, the ultrasound showed nothing and the doctor told me what I already knew, but he confirmed it was not ectopic. One nurse could see the fear and panic in my face as I shook and cried. She came over to me and stroked my arm and my hair and said soothing words I didn’t understand. That simple gesture made me feel so much better. Later we were released and wandered out in the daylight to find it was raining, and we had no idea where we were. No coats, no umbrellas, and a crying Mrs. H&S. We shuffled through the streets trying to get to a main drag or someplace that looked like taxis would frequent. Finally, we found a taxi stand at a different hospital and the whole ordeal was done.
The good part? From start to finish I was back at the hotel and resting in 2 hours. It was quick, efficient, and to the point. It wasn’t what I’d planned for our last day, but that’s what we got. I know now that the pregnancy never really progressed past implantation, and that is the thought I cling to. It was all a “routine miscarriage” as they say, except this experience was anything but routine for a girl from a small New England town! Anyway, onward and upward. Two pregnancies down, hopefully the third time is the charm, right? I have learned that anything can happen. The third may not work out either. Or it could. I always thought that I might be the one to beat the odds and have a healthy normal pregnancy right away, and now I realize that trying for a child is a solemn thing that cannot be planned, predicted or controlled. There is no fairness involved, only the hope that someday it will all work out for the best.
Hellobee Series: Mrs. Hide & Seek’s TTC Journey part 3 of 9
1. Flashback: Loss One by Mrs. Hide and Seek2. Flashback: Loss Number One Part Two by Mrs. Hide and Seek
3. Flashback: Loss Number Two by Mrs. Hide and Seek
4. Flashback: Losses Number 3 and 4 by Mrs. Hide and Seek
5. The Soothsayer by Mrs. Hide and Seek
6. Thoughts on Miscarriage by Mrs. Hide and Seek
7. MTHFR C667T by Mrs. Hide and Seek
8. A T-Shaped Uterus by Mrs. Hide and Seek
9. Flashback: Reflecting by Mrs. Hide and Seek
blogger / pomegranate / 3201 posts
I’m inspired by your positivity! I remember thinking that if we miscarried a second time, I was done. I thought I wouldn’t be able to go on trying after that, but who knows, right?
Thanks for sharing your journey!
honeydew / 7968 posts
i agree with mrs. tictactoe re: your positivity. i’m sorry you had to go through this twice. but glad you have your happy ending on this road of sadness.
honestly, i prayed to god that i’d rather not get pregnant again then deal with another miscarriage. he answered my prayers and now we have our babies on the way. *knock on wood*….
blogger / pomelo / 5400 posts
Wow wow wow. I am also in awe of how positive you were after something so scary. I went abroad at about 10 weeks and was so afraid of something like this. Kudos for keeping a level head.
blogger / wonderful cherry / 21628 posts
I can imagine that a miscarriage is traumatizing, but this just seems unreal with how much you had to go through. I think you are so brave.
hostess / wonderful persimmon / 25556 posts
How frightening to go through something in a place where no one can speak your language!! It sounds like you help up great though it, though. What an experience. Thank you for sharing it with us.
GOLD / pomelo / 5167 posts
Wow, you amaze me. So many people should be inspired by your positivity. xox
coffee bean / 36 posts
Wow, I am amazed and awed by your strength.
kiwi / 718 posts
oh honey, I’m so sorry that you had to go through that. thank you for sharing with us