Post-op, and FMF

The D&C went fine, no complications. There's going to be some bleeding, but there's been no pain so far. I'm not even groggy.

The worst part of the whole thing was the waiting...I got dropped off for the last ultrasound at 9:30 (looked about the same--picture below), was done by 10:15, and spent the next 2 hours in various waiting/pre-op rooms. I don't remember a thing between the pre-op room and recovery. In fact, since the pre-op and recovery suites look nearly identical, I woke up in recovery thinking "I wonder if there's still time to pee before we go in." I *heart* that anesthesiologist.

So, it's over, moving on to the better and brighter. Like music:

UPDATE: Links expired/removed.

What Else Can I Do - Karla Anderson

The Littlest Birds - The Be Good Tanyas (For the longest time, I thought they were singing "The Little-Ass Birds"...I still sing it that way)

The Dance - Garth Brooks

Right-click, save-as, enjoy. For those who care to see the ultrasound picture, it's in the extended entry.

I felt kind of silly asking for a printout, but I felt like I would regret it if I didn't. I'm not sure what I'll do with it...it's not like I'm going to work up a scrapbook page or anything. It'll probably just go in my box of keepsakes, rub corners with my old letters and Noah's art projects. A memento of our baby that wasn't meant to be:

The sac is the round-ish black spot in the upper left. This is pretty much what it looked like on Monday, also--same size, same basic shape. I had hoped that it would have collapsed more by today, just so I could know without a doubt that I was doing the right thing. We did check it from several angles, and it was still utterly empty. It was time to let go.

I'm so very sorry. I am happy to hear the procedure went as planned. I don't think that you will ever regret having that ultrasound printout.

I saved the photo of my poor bad luck baby. Conceived a year before Meg surprised us, my bad luck baby broke my heart.

And Meg was the balm for my soul, my heart.

But I keep the picture of my poor, bad luck baby.

And so should you.

Very sorry for your loss, Joy.

Delurking to say sorry that you lost the baby. I hope time will soften the pain of this loss.