Hello everyone. I just wanted to share my story in the hopes that it will help me cope with everything.
I found out I was pregnant at the beginning of December. My husband and I were not ttc but were excited none the less as we just purchased our first house and were preparing to start a family in the near future.
On December 19th I started having severe pelvic pain. I could hardly walk. By December 20th I couldn't walk at all. My DH took me to the ER where we discovered that I had two large cysts growing - the one on my right ovary was the 10cm and the one on my left ovary was 6 cm. Because they were beginning to twist the ob/gyn admitted me for emergency surgery as if they continued to twist my ability to conceive again would likely be affected.
I underwent the surgery (laparotomy) and the next day (Friday) they encouraged me to do some walking. I did this and Saturday morning I started to bleed. I passed a clot and the nurses called my ob/gyn in to look at it. He said that it was just blood and that I should remain on bed rest. I only passed small amounts of blood after this and so was sent home the next day (Sunday the 23rd).
I spent 1/2 of Sunday at home in bed as well as 1/2 of Monday - Christmas eve. I was feeling particularly good Monday (good drugs?) and figured I could probably get some christmas shopping done as long as I went in a wheelchair. My DH took me to Walmart and we cruised the aisles for less than an hour before heading home with our purchases.
Christmas day I woke up bleeding. Not a heavy flow, but when I wiped after going pee there were large amounts of mucousy blood (sorry if thats too graphic!) on the toilet paper. I started cramping a little later on making it incredibly hard to enjoy my holiday. I freaked out as I knew what was happening but my family kept telling me that it was probably just blood from the surgery passing and my baby (Haven) was probably just fine tucked away inside.
Boxing day was the exact same thing so I made my DH take me to the ER where they called in my ob/gyn. I told him I had gone shopping despite the bed rest and while he pulled my little baby out (I had expelled it apparently, though the excruciating pain tells me otherwise) he kept muttering about how my little shopping trip was just not good for my pregnancy.
I feel horrible, even though I know that many people say that bedrest will not prevent an impending miscarriage. But it seemed that when I went on bedrest initially it helped so I have this feeling I'll be carrying around a huge guilt burden for the rest of my life. This on top of the fact that there is only one ob/gyn in my town and I feel like he's mad at me!!! The only person besides my DH who seems to not be blaming me is the anaesthesiologist who did both my initial surgery and my D&C. He's the only other person who told me that everyone knew there was a high risk of miscarriage because of the nature of the surgery and the term of my pregnancy (only 7 weeks). Even my mom thinks that I should have just stayed in bed.
I feel like I'm just crazy and I know that you will all tell me I'm not crazy and this was inevitable because I've read many posts and you are all very kind. But what if I did cause this one? Is there ANY possibility that my NOT moving around could have saved the baby? I just dont understand......




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