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Firstly I would like to say thank you to all of you for your good wishes and support at this time. The last week has been very difficult for us and painful in more ways than one. I will try and briefly let you know the calamity of errors that led to me being in hospital.
Thursday evening I passed a small amount of brown blood, which I know doesn't always mean bad news but it was exactly the same as what happened in December. In December I left it a week before I saw anyone as it wasn't heavy bleeding and I felt ok. This time I knew that it doesn't matter how small the amount of blood loss I could still be miscarrying. I rang the local maternity unit and they advised I ring the out of hours doctors, which I did. The out of hours dr's were not that interested he said you need to speak to your midwife and get a scan that way you will know if it's a complete miscarriage or not. No gentleness there just straight to the point. So I rang back the local maternity until and they said they would phone me in the morning with a time to go for a scan.
The next morning they rang and the earliest appointment they could get me was Tuesday morning 5 days from when I first started bleeding. She said in the meantime if it got worse I should go to A&E. After thinking about this for a while and doing a quick scout on the net for private scans I thought I would phone EPAC who had scanned me at 7wks. They were closed but advised I phone the Gynae ward. I rang the gynae ward and they agreed I could see a dr rather reluctantly but I would have to hang around and wait. So off we toddled to the gynae ward with Ols as well.
We sat and waited for 2hrs. Then I saw the dr. Explained to her what was going on and laid it on rather thick as I really needed to know what was happening. She managed to get me a scan so off we trooped to the X Ray department the other side of the hospital. Ollie was very good and had played quietly all this time and walked very well all the way across the hospital.
We waited in X Ray for another hour and then we were seen by Jo who was the same sonographer we saw in December. She did an external scan to start off with. She was silent I strained to look at the screen and could see nothing. I looked to Keith who had a better view than me and said "they have gone haven't they", Jo held my hand and said what you are saying is correct. She asked if she could do an internal scan just to make sure I agreed. I had to go to the toilet to empty my bladder when I got in the loo I just broke down how was I going to get through this again. Was there a chance on the internal scan she would see something.
She did the internal scan and there was nothing. I asked to see the pictures this time. There was one small baby still slightly visible hardly looking like a baby anymore with no heartbeat. We trooped back to the gynae ward. Where they said to just go home and wait to see what happened, booked me for a further scan on the 21st May.
Saturday morning I woke up with slight cramping and started bleeding about 9am. At about 10 am I pasted the sac and the babies, after that it's all a bit of a blur. The bleeding got heavier and heavier. In the end I could hardly get off the loo for the amount of blood. Keith popped out to pick his parents up who had taken Ols shopping. I rang the gynae ward to ask how much blood is too much blood. They said it did sound like I was bleeding very heavily and should go in but not to go to them to go to A&E so I would be seen quicker. I tried to phone Keith as by this time I really didn't feel very well, his phone rang on his desk he hadn't taken it with him. I crawled back upstairs to find some clothes to put on as I had already been through 3 sets of clothes that morning. I sat on the top of the stairs not being able to go up any further and not being able to go down in case I fell. I eventually made it back to the bathroom and poured more blood.
Keith got home by that time I couldn't hear or see properly and felt very ill. I explained to him I needed to go to hospital. We threw some stuff into a bag and left. The drive to the hospital seemed to take forever by the time we got there I was soaked again from blood and stumbled into the toilets in A&E Keith went and booked me in. They told us to wait in the waiting room. Keith had to go and move the car so I was left on my own. Things get a little sketchy for me after this.
I know the A&E nurse came and told me off for being there and not going to the gynae ward I tried to say they had told me to go there and not to the ward she was very nasty. I more or less shouted that I was unwell and felt I was about to pass out. There were people in the waiting room but I couldn't really see them I just felt really ill. She shoved me in a wheel chair and marched us off through the hospital to the gynae ward. When we got there they told us to wait to see the dr. We waited for over an hour. In the meantime I had to walk the length of the ward every 15mins to go to the loo in the end I could barely walk and felt very out of breath. The dr came. Took us into a room and asked me to get up on the examination couch. I couldn't, my body was shaking I couldn't see and just felt exhausted. She kept saying to me I know this is an upsetting time, I tried to say at this point I am not upset I am scared something is wrong. I was bleeding too heavily and shaking and felt unwell. She held my hand and just kept saying I know.
She examined me internally and it was like a blood bath everywhere, they were trying to scoop up all the blood clots and put them in pots to send to histology. She then said well we will keep an eye on you for a few hours and then you can go home. I staggered into the loo to sort myself out when I came out I collapsed on the floor, I wasn't quite out of it but the room was spinning. They picked me up and dragged me to a bed and left me there. By this time I didn't care what was happening I just wanted to sleep or die.
I had to go to the bathroom again, no idea how much time had passed by now. I got myself up and started for the loo, I said to Keith I didn't feel well and he was half carrying me, the next thing I remember I was laying on the floor with my clothes all over the place and people all around. I had no idea where I was or what was happening.
They now took notice and there were dr's everywhere. They shoved me full of injections and tried to get a drip in. They couldn't find any veins as they had all gone due to lack of blood my bp was something like 63/47 my pulse was 162. They eventually got a canular in my upper arm and ran fluids through. They then did an internal that was agony I was passing out and the pain was so bad. The cramping was unbearable so they gave me loads of morphine too. I don't really remember much of the rest of the day I was in and out of being awake.
The next day the consultant said I might need a blood transfusion and also a D&C but would need blood tests and another ultra sound. The blood tests came back that my hb was 7 so they decided I would just need iron tablets. The internal scan was very long and painful but all was clear sparing me an operation on top of everything else.
I spoke to several people and they said that when I went for the first scan at 7wks the fact that the first triplet had already died was a clue. As they were identical all 3 of them they would have all had exactly the same thing wrong with them. If they had been non identical one or two may have survived. It was probably a chromosome defect and unlikely to happen again. Even though this is our second miscarriage in a row and we lost 3 babies this time they don't investigate it at all. The chances of the same thing ever happening again are less than 1% as identical triplets are very very rare. We apparently still have a 90% chance of having a successful pregnancy next time.....
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