One of the reasons I wanted the ERPC is that I wanted this over with. I didn't want to walk around, waiting for the miscarriage to happen. By my melt-down day on Wednesday, I wasn't bleeding enough any more to need a pad. Part of me felt lucky to have escaped the ickiness of bleeding through a miscarriage in all the ways I've read about.
Sadly, my uterus didn't seem to have read the rule book. On Thursday evening I started feeling cramps, and noticed I was bleeding a bit. I put on a pad, took ibuprofen as instructed by the doctor, and went to bed. When I woke up in the morning the cramping seemed to have died down and I got up and went to the loo as usual. When I wiped I found a big clot. I was a little surprised given how I thought I'd escaped all of that, but at least it explained the cramping. I got throught the day at work on Friday with just a little bleeding and no more cramping. The cramping started again Friday night, particularly after a shitty journey home on the tube in the rush hour and a seemingly endless walk in the heat from the station - yes I know I was stupid. I took more pain killers and went to bed. And got woken up at about 5am by concerted pain on my left side, about where my ovary is. I took more ibuprofen but after 30 minutes it wasn't having any effect and I was still awake so I got up and came downstairs to make a nest on the sofa. I've had a day today of bleeding - not a lot, but consistently - and a few more small clots.
The pain has been consistent enough, unaffected by ibuprofen enough, and on my left side enough that I decided to call the clinic to see if they thought I should come in and see if something was wrong. I spoke to Dr Casual who told me that everything was probably ok, that this was just my uterus getting with the programme, expelling what was left and shrinking back in size, but to add paracetomol to the ibuprofen, and to go to A&E if things got worse. That was a couple of hours ago. The pain is still there, although it comes and goes. It's not just on the left side, so I'm trying not to panic that it's an un-diagnosed ectopic. I'm very whiny because it's just debilitating to have been in pain consistently for nearly 24 hours. We were going to go and get delicious sushi tonight, but it seems a shame to waste on a time when I'm feeling so shitty. I'm going to give it til tomorrow morning and if I still feel like this then we will go to A&E and see what they say.
In the middle of this, our dear friend sube has found out that her embryo has no heartbeat. Words can't express how sorry I am. Please go and let her know you are thinking of her.