Even more reproductive history

I have no idea why this is so fascinating to me right now--but I apologize for all of you who wish I would just get back to the point of blogs--pictures of my kids. However, I'm really enjoying writing these things down, so too bad for you.

So after Cowen was the miscarriage--the day after Christmas. Sigh. Christmas day I pretty much figured the pregnancy wasn't going to make it, but didn't say anything. I was just spotting--and you'd think after the UTI with Cowen that my first guess wouldn't be miscarriage. But I knew.

Dec. 26, I called the on-call person at Dr. Swift's office and he said to wait until I was passing large clots before going to the hospital--so I waited.

It was very clear when we needed to go to the hospital--so we took the kids to Megan's house (my sister) and went to the emergency room. Then we waited. And waited. While I was soaking a pad every few minutes. Finally, they called us back and they had me change into a gown and told me to lay down on the bed. I told them that I was bleeding heavily, but they just patted the absorbent pad on the bed, said that was fine, and left. So, I did as I was told.

And then we waited. And waited. And waited. I could feel the blood spreading up my back and down my legs, and still we waited. Until I was sloshing in blood from my head to my toes. Then I passed out. That was actually a good thing, because when Timothy went and told the nurse that I was out, I received a little more speedy attention. They gave me oxygen (a beautiful thing--pure oxygen), and called Dr. Swift. That was the best thing. He told them that I would never quit bleeding on my own, to get me into an operating room, and that he'd be there in a few minutes to do a D&C.

There were a few other things that happened--an ultrasound and the ER doc pulling lots of blood clots out-but neither of those are pleasant memories. The anethetist had me out fast, and next thing I remember I woke up in a recuperating room with the same weak-as-a-kitten feeling I remembered from after Miriam's delivery. Blood loss will do that to a person.

After we went home, Timothy collected the children and we headed out to Mom and Dad's for the semi-annual Jack and Lorie Rasmussen Reunion. That year, I had just had a miscarriage, Brooke had just had her third 20 week miscarriage, Kami had been recently operated on for a tubal pregnancy and Kayli was still mysteriously not pregnant after a good year and a half of trying. Let's just say, that although we had a blast (Amy was in charge and the girl knows how to plan a party)--the atmosphere was a little more . . . subdued than normal.