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The original was posted on /r/twoxchromosomes by /u/tortoisepuck on 2023-08-02 18:39:34.
You google it, it says it’s normal. You call your nurse, who says it’s normal. You go to the ER, where the doctor says it’s normal.
But something about it felt off.
The doctor said For your peace of mind, let’s do some urine and blood work to verify it.
A few hours go by, and I was put in a wheelchair. I tried to tell them I can walk, but they only looked at me and said they highly recommend getting in the wheelchair. Then there’s an IV in my arm and I’m being pushed down the longest hallway. And I tried to make polite conversation to ease my nerves, but no one would talk to me.
Several turns and I was in an ultrasound room. And the nurse uses the gel and I see a hand and fingers but she says Let’s try another way. So she uses the gel again, but this time turns the screen away from me.
I was put back in the wheelchair and got pushed back down the world’s longest hallway but I ended up in a doctor’s room. I sat there for hours before the same doctor who told me it’s normal, tells me we’ve lost our baby.
They wanted to do emergency surgery.
I demanded to go home.
I spent 9 hours there, rubbing my belly, comforting our first child, telling them the chance of something happening to us was 1%.
It had literally been calculated out, to 1%.
My body won’t let go of it, and I refuse to let them cut into it. So now I’m beginning medication to start it, to make my body lose it. But I can’t even bring myself to look at the bottles. I’m not ready.