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On Thursday I called the obgyn because waiting for the flow to start by itself was wearing me out emotionally. The quickest intake they could arrange was on Monday morning.
I had not lost a single drop of blood untill the procedure and that was something that I found weird. I thought my body would at a certain point realize that there was no heartbeat but it kept on trying. For the intake on Monday we stopped by the office of the midwife for my file, which I read in the car and then started crying again. They quite accurately described our points of contacts and it was sad and confronting to see it black on white.
E dropped me off at the hospital but unfortunately couldn't come with me because we had no one to take careo f the dog. We can't leave her alone (yet). Instead he stayed outside and I called him during the meetings.
I went to service window M to subscribe myself at the hospital. Followed by service window E for meeting the obgyn during the emergency hour. She was very nice and understanding. She did an internal echo to confirm that there was no heartbeat and taked me through the three options. went with the curettage, the heaviest option because it has the highest succes rate and I was very worried about complications of the natural proces started with medication. The earliest they could schedule me was on Wednesday morning.
Down to servicewindow B to get an appointment for pre operation, and to servicewindow L to get bloodwork done. On Tuesday I had to get back for the pre-op intake (the procedure is with complete narcose) and meet with the apotheker and the anesthesist. All was well as I am overall in good health.
We had some diversion during the rest of the days because I invited friends over for dinner. It gave me a reason to think about groceries, cooking and preparing our home. As it was, all women that visited us in the last two days were in various stages of pregnancy. I didn't find it confronting though there were times E and I would grow quiet.
This morning we got up at six, got to the hospital at seven where I was prepped at seven thirty and wheeled away in a hospital bed at seven thirty five. I felt scared but in safe hands, as everyone was really nice and taking care of me despite the obvious time pressure in the hospital. This was, ofcourse, at a different part of the hospital for short term care. I cried a bit waiting for the anesthesia as there was an adorable little girl next to me who was also waiting. She and her dad were adorable together.
When I was wheeled into the operating room I was intimidated by the many instruments, the obgyn gave me a hand, checked if I was the right person and explained a bit about the procedure. Anesthesia hit me straight out and next thing I knew I woke up in yet again a different part of the building.
They then brought me back to the recovery room where I ate something and promptly fell asleep (the nurse was strickt and asked E to leave so I would sleep). I woke around twelve o clock, had a sandwich and was allowed to leave. My stomach was hurting like a menstruation cramps and I was flowing heavily but I was otherwise fine. Very relieved that it was over. E is taking good care of me and I spent most of the day sleeping the anesthesia off.
During the past couple of days, I haven't once wondered about the cost and whether it is covered by my insurance. I think it is covered, after deduction of the 'own risk' cost of 250 euro. I can imagine that in countries with no basic healthcare program women can't afford this procedure and it makes me sad and angry.
I had not lost a single drop of blood untill the procedure and that was something that I found weird. I thought my body would at a certain point realize that there was no heartbeat but it kept on trying. For the intake on Monday we stopped by the office of the midwife for my file, which I read in the car and then started crying again. They quite accurately described our points of contacts and it was sad and confronting to see it black on white.
E dropped me off at the hospital but unfortunately couldn't come with me because we had no one to take careo f the dog. We can't leave her alone (yet). Instead he stayed outside and I called him during the meetings.
I went to service window M to subscribe myself at the hospital. Followed by service window E for meeting the obgyn during the emergency hour. She was very nice and understanding. She did an internal echo to confirm that there was no heartbeat and taked me through the three options. went with the curettage, the heaviest option because it has the highest succes rate and I was very worried about complications of the natural proces started with medication. The earliest they could schedule me was on Wednesday morning.
Down to servicewindow B to get an appointment for pre operation, and to servicewindow L to get bloodwork done. On Tuesday I had to get back for the pre-op intake (the procedure is with complete narcose) and meet with the apotheker and the anesthesist. All was well as I am overall in good health.
We had some diversion during the rest of the days because I invited friends over for dinner. It gave me a reason to think about groceries, cooking and preparing our home. As it was, all women that visited us in the last two days were in various stages of pregnancy. I didn't find it confronting though there were times E and I would grow quiet.
This morning we got up at six, got to the hospital at seven where I was prepped at seven thirty and wheeled away in a hospital bed at seven thirty five. I felt scared but in safe hands, as everyone was really nice and taking care of me despite the obvious time pressure in the hospital. This was, ofcourse, at a different part of the hospital for short term care. I cried a bit waiting for the anesthesia as there was an adorable little girl next to me who was also waiting. She and her dad were adorable together.
When I was wheeled into the operating room I was intimidated by the many instruments, the obgyn gave me a hand, checked if I was the right person and explained a bit about the procedure. Anesthesia hit me straight out and next thing I knew I woke up in yet again a different part of the building.
They then brought me back to the recovery room where I ate something and promptly fell asleep (the nurse was strickt and asked E to leave so I would sleep). I woke around twelve o clock, had a sandwich and was allowed to leave. My stomach was hurting like a menstruation cramps and I was flowing heavily but I was otherwise fine. Very relieved that it was over. E is taking good care of me and I spent most of the day sleeping the anesthesia off.
During the past couple of days, I haven't once wondered about the cost and whether it is covered by my insurance. I think it is covered, after deduction of the 'own risk' cost of 250 euro. I can imagine that in countries with no basic healthcare program women can't afford this procedure and it makes me sad and angry.
