It's good that I think so, right? It's 8:30 am and so sunny. I have windows open, and the house feels fresh and clean. Nice while I sip coffee, check email, and plan a second day of doing next to nothing.
The D&C went fine on Wednesday. The walking-into-the-clinic and waiting-30-minutes-to-get-called parts were hard. Everyone else in the waiting room seemed ultra cheery — and so damn chatty — that morning.
The staff was really sweet to us. And Dr. S was on special-good behavior. After he'd slipped out to see if the OR had opened up, DH replicated the robotic double pat Dr. S had bestowed upon my ankle. DH smiled, shook his head, and said, "He's so flawed." I said, "I know . . . and it just makes me love him." (It's true, that's how I felt.)
My pre- and post-op "room" was in the middle of the larger area, and there was an excited retrieval couple through the curtain wall to my right. An in-training nurse who kept double-checking things with the supervisor had trouble getting the point that she wasn't supposed to shout things like "Did they get 18 or 19 eggs?" and "Is the D&C next up?" across the space for all to hear. She'll learn.
Recovery is under way. The bleeding turned heavy today for some reason, but it's not enough to cause concern. Just annoyance. The cramping is there but not too bad. I don't tolerate most narcotics (good thing, probably), so I haven't taken much for the discomfort. I don't actually need anything most of the time, just maybe once during the day and something before bed.
I can't tell you how glad I am that I took the time off work — I can't imagine mustering up interest in the job today. Yet, emotionally, I feel fairly stable.
Not sure what to do today. As I write this, the day is just getting prettier. I waffle between keeping the feet up and getting outside for something. I'm sure I can incorporate both somehow. I have a stack of books and many DVD possibilities. I'd love to walk the dog but I'm hesitant with the bleeding. I'm positive it's safe. But she likes a long, vigorous stroll, and DH can do that after work. Maybe the pup would like to hang out on the deck with me for a while, before it gets hot.
One quick thing I can do while I'm thinking about it:
I can say thank you to everyone who has sent so much kindness and support my way. It has helped me more than I can say.
I hope that your recovery, both emotional and physical, continues to go well.
I remember those days following the D&C's ... so much of nothing to do but try to relax and try not to think about it.
I'm sorry for all that you're going through.
I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss...
I happened to stumble on this blog and started to read it.
Please take time to heal, both physically and emotionally.
I have had 2 miscarriages, and can only say that everyone heals differently, there is no book to tell us what is right or wrong...go with your feelings...and listen to your body.
You will heal...and you will feel better...just take the time and be good to yourself...
You continue to be in my thoughts. I hope your healing continues and you stay this strong in the days ahead.
All the words I'm thinking of sound so inadequate to express how sorry I am for what you are going through. And how much I hope that you will find healing for body and soul. I'm sorry that you had to put up with that insensitive medical assistant. You have a kind heart to understand that others are often limited, and you shrug and move on. Wise woman. (((hugs)))
Take your time with your recovery and know that I'm thinking of you.
Just to say that I'm thinking of you and wishing you all the very best as you begin to take those first tentative steps on the path towards healing.
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