It has been over a week since I had my D&C procedure. I've had mixed emotions about writing this post, but here it goes.
Once Joe and I found out there was no baby and I decided to get the D&C, everything happened so quickly. I called the doctor and the NEXT day I was scheduled to go to the hospital for surgery. I knew what was happening and why it was happening, but I don't think my heart and my mind had caught up with each other until several days later.
A D&C procedure is when the doctor scrapes your uterine wall and suctions out the material. I have never had surgery before on anything so this was quite the experience! The hospital staff at St. Joseph's Hospital was very kind and compassionate. The nurses kept hugging me and telling me how sorry they were which almost started the water works several times. They got me hooked up to IVs and such. Then the anesthesiologist put a mask on my face and told me to take some deep breaths. I took one. And don't remember anything else.
This was my second miscarriage. I've had two kids in between and grown a lot. I understand better myself, my Father in Heaven, and his Plan of Happiness and was able to cope a bit better than last time. Both Joe and I are sad about losing this pregnancy. But we have hope for a bigger family one day.
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