This is not a question, but simply a statement of what happened to me, I do not know the most appropriate place to post this as I have never blogged or done a forum or anything in my life, however I felt so strongly that I wanted to share my experiences just in case it helps others who are going through the same thing, if you find this and it helps you then I will be pleased.
At 15 weeks I opted to have an amniocentesis, the procedure seemed to go well and I went home believing all was okay.
I started loosing fluid that same evening. I phoned the emergency number I had been given by my midwife, the nurse on the other end told me to come into hospital straight away.
I was informed that I was miscarrying, I cried all night. They were really busy in the hospital and I was told I could go home, but I did not want to leave, I wanted someone to fix it.
I had been prescribed antibiotics by the night doctor (erythromycin, baby friendly), some doctors do not believe the erythromycin helps but thankfully the night doctor was from the other field of thought, also thankfully I had to wait until the pharmacy opened to get the prescription, and that would not be until the morning, I was thankful to the doctor for doing that.
In the morning when the appropriate person was in I was given a scan, I had approx 2cm fluid left, it broke my heart to see my baby struggling, but the fact that there was a heart beat and some fluid gave me hope. I was admitted to hospital.
One consultant who came to see me was going to take me off the antibiotics, she was from the other train of thought, I think i practically begged to stay on them, as my consultant who had done my amniocentesis also had said I could stay on them. I did not care even if they had only a 0.1% chance of warding off infection I wanted that chance. I kept thinking it was only a 1% chance that an amnio could do this to me so I was going to take all the help I could get to make everything okay, no matter how remote the chances where that it would work.
I will say the consultant that had done the amniocentesis was lovely she came to see me throughout the time I was in hospital, I could see that she cared and was as worried as me. She was wonderful.
She gave me hope where others had not. I think a little hope is a good form of medicine.
I was told I could go home by a different person, nurses were telling me how the days were so long and horrible in the hospital, yet there was no where I would rather have been. Every time someone came in I new my look was one of please do something to help me, as it was what I was thinking every time someone came in, I was scared for my baby and wanted to be where the professionals were.
I sat on the hospital internet going through every site about fluid loss, it was sometimes painful to read, sometimes comforting as I felt less alone.
My feelings of guilt from having the amnio were overwhelming, I new then that even if there was something wrong with my baby I would never have been able to hurt her. So the amnio was a mistake, I should have left it up to nature to decide if there was something wrong, then nature would have fixed it.
Anyone out there thinking of doing an amnio should dig very deeply inside and ask if there was anything wrong could you harm your baby. The answer to that question will tell you whether to have it or not. I kick myself all the time for not listening to my gut, while I was in the hospital I was doing more than just kick myself for it.
The results of the amnio came through and the nurse was almost upset that everything was all okay (if nothing before had confirmed that I was in there waiting to go through the rest of a miscarriage, that did).
I informed the nurse that I would never want there to be something wrong with my baby just to ease my conscience for having had the amnio. I know she was meaning well considering the situation I was in.
I asked to know the sex of my baby and again I could see she was nervous about telling me, but I informed the nurse that I wanted to know more about who I was talking to. I found out then that I was having a girl. I would have been happy either way, but now I could picture her so much better.
I was drinking lots of water in hope that it would help the fluid go back quicker (the doctors said it would make no difference, the websites of other ladies going through this said drink water, so I did), I decided not to move around to much (again I was told I could walk around) I did not want to it felt right to stay still. I kept thinking that if you had a wound on your hand the last thing you would do would be to squeeze your hand and move it around, you would keep it flat and still to help it repair. I know you do not have a lot of control over the inside of your body, but it seemed like the right thing to do, to not move to much.
I gave myself only body washes because I did not want to chance infection, I was careful when I washed below. I took my antibiotics, talked to my baby girl, I even prayed and I am not very religious, I cried and I hoped.
I ate anything healthy on the menu. I had seen on a website that the babies wee makes up some of the fluid, so I was telling her to pee every time I spoke to her.
I was researching anything I could to fix it. As the days went by and I was not leaking, I started to research foods that would ward off infection and help the membrane.
On the friday I had a scan and was informed that there was 2.6cm of fluid, I was so happy.
I went home with my antibiotics, was informed to take my own temperature regularly and as long as no infection set in and there was no leaking we were in with a chance.
I went to the Kanalen.org site which everyone said was amazing, it was down when I went to it but underneath some kind person had put something else, which was a list of everything they could remember from the kanalen site.
I bought all the fruit and veg that had lots of vitamin C and E in it. For helping the membrane and warding off infection. I ate so well (and i continue to do so). I went for the power fruit and vegetables like avocado. Kept drinking and rested the whole week. No lifting carrying, I only moved to go to the toilet.
I have scans and blood tests every week, and I am still not straining myself, on my last scan the fluid levels were normal,and my little girl was doing a headstand and waving her hands around. She made everyone laugh.
I know the next worry is lung development, I am finding it hard to find anything on the right foods for this, vitamin A is one but that has other issues, as you are not supposed to have to much during pregnancy.
I still worry that once the membrane has broken it can do it again, so I know I am not out of the woods. Every time I have normal discharge I stop what Im doing and worry it is the fluid loss again.
I want to end this on a positive note so:
The day I came out of the hospital and every day since has felt like a lottery win. I am so thankful.
I am in the middle of a miracle.
I know this has been a long statement and it is in no way finished I will try to come back and add more.
Im hoping that I will be back in touch after my 40th week of pregnancy (I want her in there until the very end), to tell you the best of all outcomes.
Please keep everything crossed for my little girl.