Life is unfair. We were going to be having an epic year with a little one on the way, then in late Feb, around 5 weeks ago Misa-chan felt off. Something wasn’t right. We spent 5 hours one day, and 9 the next at the hospital before they’d confirmed our worst nightmare. She’d had a miscarriage. This one hit hard, as we were much further along than previous times. I took some time off to be with her.
First day back at work was a struggle. People whinging and moaning about trivial things, while all I could think about was losing a child. The second day back I lasted two hours before I broke down and cried in front of my boss. She sent me home, and the whole bus ride home I was numb. I was so close to crying again. It got better over time, but still fwwls horrible.
Meanwhile, poor Misa-chan has has to suffer with twice-weekly blood tests to check her HCG hormone levels return to 0. She’s had misoprostol medicine to try force any remnants or pregnancy out – it failed – and right now she’s in the theatre having a D&C to clear her womb. This should be the end. No more blood tests, no more hospitals. No more pain, suffering, anxiety and worrying.
We go back to her home in 2 weeks. Today’s procedure is great timing. It’ll be a fresh start when we go away. Her body will have healed, mind at ease, and we can spend 5 weeks together with her family, seeing and eating and doing many things we can do and have in Australia. It’s going to be a great refresh for me, too. I’m so fatigued right now, and having no schedule or plans for a month is something I really need.