With much excitement and fears we stepped foot into the hospital for the ultrasound scan. Being previously instructed, I ensured that the bladder was full. We didn’t wait long, and soon, we were ushered into a dim room with a more advanced machine than that one we saw the day before. Without much delay, the ultrasound expert started with the ultrasound scan.
First we saw the uterus. It was the expected size. Then we had to SEARCH for the fetus. It was only a lump. The computer measurements estimated 6 weeks worth of growth. So it wasn’t good at all. Personally, I wasn’t surprised but Matt was rather disappointed. The ultrasound expert refused to draw a conclusion, and a senior ultrasound specialist was called into the room to confirm the scan. With more jelly and more scanning, the verdict was passed. I laughed. Not sure why I did that. Maybe that’s my way of coping with the bad news.
Then, we were given instructions to go to the Women Health section of the hospital. More blood tests, blood pressure test. Then the options were presented: D & C or a natural miscarriage. The choice was clear as daylight – natural miscarriage. That’s God’s design, and Matt & I want it that way.
The doctor wants to monitor my miscarriage progress, so I have to return to the hospital next Monday.
After the hospital visit, all I could think of is : What should I do to prevent soiling the place when the miscarriage struck? Apparently when it happens, blood POURS out from the uterus.
I’m now stocked up with maternity pads (with a pack in my bag for emergency purpose).
Watch the space for miscarriage updates.
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