“Congratulations!” Your best friend leaps at you, wrapping you up in a hug. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
You are six weeks along; both excited and nervous at the changes taking place.
“I think I’m having a miscarriage,” you whisper into the phone.
Silence from your best friend as you start to cry.
“Firstly, was my blood test positive?” You ask your doctor.
“Yes,” he smiles. “Your tests indicate you’re almost seven weeks. You’ll be able to see us for the duration of your pregnancy, if you’re planning on going ahead with it.”
“Yes. Yes, I am but I started bleeding last night.”
“It could be nothing,” he assures you.
“But it’s most likely a miscarriage, right?” You ask calmly. You’ve been crying all morning. You can manage a controlled calm now as you sit in this small, white office facing a doctor who isn’t willing to say the words.
“This happens pretty commonly. It could be fine.” He repeats. He prints off a referral for an ultrasound and you thank him. Walking from the clinic you glance down at the doctor’s notes on the mustard-yellow sheet in your hand. “Inevitable miscarriage” the words glare up at you. Inevitable miscarriage? Inevitable.
“The doctor wrote I’m having an inevitable miscarriage.” You tell the person this affects the most, second only to you.
“Are you ok?” he asks.
“No,” why should you lie? “Will you come to the ultrasound with me?”
“No. I’ve got to work.”
You go away to visit with family for a few days.
“Ella is pregnant, and so is Rita,” your dad announces during dinner.
“How far along are they?” You ask but what you really mean is; are they safe yet? Are they safe? You feel like screaming.
You go to the ultrasound. As you lie down on the bed the technician performing the scan turns the big screen off. They’ve never done that before. Obviously, you’re not supposed to see this scan.
“So, you took a pregnancy test?” The technician asks.
“I was pregnant,” you answer. “I had a positive blood test.”
She begins performing the scan, muttering something under her breath.
“You’ll need to go to your doctor to have it confirmed but it looks as your doctor said.” She tells you quietly.
You go to the doctor.
“Your results were normal,” he stammers. You can’t help but stare. Normal?
“What did you have the scan for? You got a period?”
Who has a scan because they got a period?
“No. I was pregnant. I had a miscarriage.”
“Yes, uh, they, uh, the results show no foetal matter so…” He trails off.