Want to know what it feels like to get kicked when you’re down?
We had our follow-up appointment this morning following the drug-induced miscarriage. We were really hoping to go in today and get news that everything was clear…not the case. As it turns out, I’ve passed the baby, but none of the sac, which is still measuring 9 weeks and 2 or 3 days. It has changed shape some though, which is evidence that my body was trying to expel it but couldn’t (which explains the inequality between the cramping and blood loss). My doctor’s surgery team will be calling me later today to schedule a D&C which will likely be sometime next week.
And to top it off, my Grandpa was moved to hospice yesterday. His kidneys and heart are failing quickly, and it is really just a matter of time.
It’s only the middle of February, and my heart has shattered into 9 million pieces. And somehow, this is only the beginning. I REALLY HATE 2018.