This post is filled with TMI. Proceed with caution. You were warned.
I’m sitting in the parent council meeting at my daughter’s school. I have a bitch list, I’m happily arguing with the principal and other mothers. No one argues this well with me. They usually give in. This set is putting up a fight. They are so anal retentive it’s just unbelievable. They refuse to do a casino fundraiser which would give them $40,000 in one night… but noooo. That’s unethical. Let’s sell magazines and only make $4000. Stupid. I’m going to switch schools. It’s just retarded.
So I’m into item 5 of my bitch list of what this school needs to change (More field trips, less TV in the classroom, full day kindergarten, healthier lunch food, different fundraisers and child care for these meetings so more people can go.) I’m sure everyone is exasperated as I have raised my hand yet again to complain about somethings else I see that is wrong with this school.
I am cramping, I feel queasy and I feel really wet. I look down and see a pool of blood has seeped into the chair I am sitting on. I grabbed my purse and notepad, jump up, push my chair in and make a bee-line toward the door.
I’m dizzy and light headed as I bump into the door on my way out. Blood is gushing down my leg. As I walk down the hall I can feel it going down all over. HOLY CRAP! What the hell is wrong with me? I start running down the hall. I’m sure the janitor thought someone was killing a teacher since I was leaving a trail of blood behind me.
The cool night air greets me as I rush out the school doors, race down the sidewalk and get into the van. Before I settle down I put the car mat on the seat. Blood is still oozing down my leg.
I drive home, stumble upstairs and hop in the tub. I feel like someone has turned on the facet because this blood just won’t stop. I yell for Ryan and when he comes into the bathroom he takes a step back.
“I don’t know what’s the matter. Call Health Link, this isn’t right. Something is wrong.” I manage to spit out. I was just shocked. I had never seen this much blood come so quickly before in my life. Crazy. I got a male health nurse. *UGH* I was describing what’s going on to the operator, which was so embarrassing, cuz it was a guy. I would have rather talked to a female about this.
“Don’t worry I’ve worked 25 years in the Emergency Department, I’ve seen everything,” he tries to reassure me.
As I talk to him I keep saying, “you know what I mean? Well, I guess you don’t since you’re not a woman.”
“I worked 10 years in the maternity ward, I understand,” he says soothingly. I almost snapped.
No! NO! You DON’T understand because unless you’ve had blood gushing out of you like Niagara Falls you DON’T understand. You DON’T know what it feels like. YOU are not a WOMAN. YOU are a MAN. Don’t patronize me. He insists on calling the ambulance. I’m a smidge annoyed because that’s going to be like a $400 bill. We have insurance, but still that’s just insane. He convinces us to let him call the ambulance. Besides having a waterfall between my legs I really feel fine and Ryan is capable of driving me over to Emergency.
Ryan calls his sister over and I call Rachel over until his sister arrives so she can watch the kids.
When the paramedics arrive it’s a man and a woman. *GROAN* Once again I’m embarrassed. I was also getting a little nervous, because they seemed quite concerned and I was just trying to get all my stuff together so we could leave. When I get nervous I get chatty. My mouth goes into over drive and I can’t stop.
I’m getting all giddy and excited now. Whoo hoo! My first ambulance ride. How fun and it’s with a really cute paramedic. It’s my lucky day. I start yakking and making jokes about whatever crosses my brain. The paramedic is cracking up laughing. His laughing just feeds the ego and I keep going. I get an IV and chatter to him non-stop for the entire 15 minute ride.
Once in the hospital I keep the comedic dialogue going. The doctors and nurses are looking at me like I’m on something… No, just nervous that’s all… but if you got something good, I wouldn’t mind sampling a drug or two? … but then again, I’ll probably lose brain cells, and I can’t afford to lose anymore since I’m not the smartest tool in the shed as it is, so thanks but no thanks. You can just save it for yourself at the next office party, whoo hoo! Demerol!
I’m in shock and I’m nervous. I still don’t know what the hell is going on. They draw some blood and do some tests. I regale my tale of when I once had an anesthesiologist from hell who didn’t know what the freak she was doing while giving me an epidural and to make things worse…. She looked like Kathy Bates from Misery

…. Scary! I have the nurses and doctors laughing now too. My adrenaline has kicked in and I’m hyper now. Somebody better tell me something or I’m just going to explode from the energy surging through my body.
Ryan is quietly standing off to the side, observing and he looks worried. So I start to tell him what to do in case this is bad and I die. Give my scrapbooking stuff to Christina and Jayna. Maybe they can finish my scrapbooking for me as a goodbye gift or something, what kind of wife he should marry if I kick the bucket, to be late to my funeral cuz I’m always late, to plant a tree and donate a bench to a park, etc. I’m laughing as I’m telling him these things, trying to make light of the situation. I’m still bleeding, but not as hard as before. Still gobs of goop is coming out.
At first I was not to sure about the doctor I got. He sounded like Daffy Duck. He has a lisp. Every time he would say the letter “s” it would come out as “th.”
“It Thhouldn’t be long before we get your tetht rethulthtth” Translation: It shouldn’t be long before we get your test results.
Every time he would leave Ryan would say, “Th,th, that’s all folks!” LOL… we had a great time making fun of him. As it turns out he really was a good doc. Very thorough, calm, friendly and he did know what he was doing.
So low and behold he comes back and tells me what my problem is….
I was pregnant and I’m having a miscarriage.
WHAT?!? HOLY CHOCOLATE STARFISH BATMAN! SERIOUSLY? WOW! SHOCKER! I HAD NO IDEA… I should have clued in though, I’ve been really tired over the past month and the pregnancy byatch had come out.
*Damn* I’m just so freakn’ fertile. I was shocked. Not sad or upset, just shocked.
The nurse asks me if I want anything.
“Do you have a bat? I’d like a bat please.” I reply.
“Why?” the nurse is understandably confused.
“Well, it’s quite obvious that Ryan’s lil spermies are quite the excellent swimmers. They are a little too good in fact so I’d just like to make them a little disorientated. Just want to knock them around a little, ya know. So they don’t swim so well the next time.”
The nurse opens her eyes wide with shock. Heh. Great facial reaction. “I don’t think so.” I burst out laughing. Ryan just shakes his head. He knows I love a good reaction and will go to any length to get one. I’m having lots of fun now.
Dr. Daffy comes in again, “Have you been uthing any type of birth control?”
“Well, just the “Pull out and Pray” method,” I reply, “but we’d forget to pull out and forget to pray, so I guess that didn’t work so well.” I’m just killing myself laughing.
“How are you feeling?” asks a nurse.
“Great! Ya know, I already have 4 kids and they are a handful. I’ve got lots! I don’t need anymore! I had no idea I was pregnant. Not a clue. So it’s not like I knew. Not knowing you are prego makes it a lot easier to handle. Besides, I bet God was up in Heaven going over His daily reports, checking out what’s going on in the world. He sees that I’m pregnant and he’s prolly like, “Oh no! Not again! This woman can’t even handle the 4 she has! What the hell is she doing. Oh this is not good. I need to take that poor child out of there and send it elsewhere, cuz that Joanne is just a basketcase. She’s nuts. Yo Peter, give her a miscarriage.” I ramble off at her.
She laughs and shakes her head. *sigh* Well, that was me the entire night. The doctor makes me stay in the hospital, just for observation because I was feeling really lightheaded and dizzy. I really hate staying in the hospital.
I’m a very light sleeper and every little noise wakes me up. Ryan finally leaves at midnight and I try to sleep, but the beeping, buzzing and sounds of women giving birth keep me awake…
Finally I drift off to sleep around 2:30am, but it’s not a deep sleep, it’s a light sleep and I’m exhausted when they wake me up at 5:00 am to take more blood.
“What? I didn’t lose enough so they want to take more?” I quip to the nurse.
I’m slowly easing back to dream land when 5:30 am rolls around and the nurse comes back. She needs more blood. “Are you feeding vampires back there? Just so you know I’m not interested in donating to Vampires Cafe” I tell her.
It’s hard for me to go back to sleep once I am woken up, but I’m so tired. Just as I feel myself plunging into dreamland it’s 6:00am and a different nurse shows up to take my blood pressure.
6:30 am Dr. Daffy comes in to check on me and see how I’m doing. “Did you thleep at all?”
“Am I on suicide watch here or something? I’m trying to sleep but I keep getting woken up every 1/2 hour! Knock it off cuz I’m tired!” I try to laugh but I’m so freakn’ sleepy.
“I jutht wanted you to know that I’ve told the new doctor that hath come on about you, thth, thth, thth, thth.”
Oh for Pete’s sake, I don’t care. Just go away and let me sleep. Finally Daffy Duck leaves, but sure enough 7:00am another nurse comes in to check on me. I’m polite, but so annoyed.
7:30am. I call Ryan to make sure he’s up, has the kids fed and is ready to take them to school. “Everything is fine,” he says. Later I find out that everything wasn’t fine, he just didn’t want me to worry. He ended up taking the kids to McDonalds for breakfast because he couldn’t handle the morning rush. The kids arrived late for school, but hey, at least they arrived. That just makes me laugh. I hope he now appreciates what I have to go through in the morning.
7:45am. Tucked all snugly back in bed, chuckling over Ryan’s crazy morning I once again try to get some shut eye, but it is not to be had since the new doc just had to show up. This guy I call, Dr. Fraiser.

Dr. Fraiser Krane decides to pay me a visit. He looked exactly like Fraiser except a younger version with brown hair. He was bald at the top with a huge mess of hair around the sides and back. It was like he was making up for his baldness by growing his hair longer and bushier around the sides so he could prove to people that yes indeed he could grow hair. It may be a mess, but he could grow hair. I wonder if that made him feel better about his baldness.
I started joking around with him as well, but he didn’t seem to like my brand of humor. I must admit my timing was off since I was so tired. I have to go over the entire story with him again, he asks the same questions.. yes, yes, I’m fine. Finally he leaves and I try to get some sleep.
Nope, forget that idea cuz now it’s 8:30am and it’s breakfast time. In comes the cheery breakfast lady. “Good morning. Did you have a good sleep?”
“Actually no, cuz everyone here seems to think I’m gonna commit suicide cuz I keep getting woken up every 1/2 hour, ” I snap.
“That’s too bad. Here’s your breakfast. Enjoy.” She happily sings as she places a tray before me.
*sigh* Well, I am hungry. What do I have to eat, I’m hoping toast. No. Just coffee, an orange juice and yellow jello. YUCK. I hate coffee and don’t drink the crap. I liked the orange juice, but I hate jello. I was starving so I ate it. This sucked and I wanted to get the hell out of here.
I call Ryan and tell him to bust me out of this insane asylum. I buzz the nurse and the doctor, turn on the energy and convince them to send me home cuz I’m feeling fine. The blood situation is under control and I just want to get the hell out. I hate the hospital. I want to go home and take a nice hot shower.
Finally I am able to leave. I go get an ultra sound later in the day. I find out that there is a little left and to expect that to come out, but I don’t need a D & C. Thank goodness.
My final thoughts on having a miscarriage.
1. Wow. That’s a lot of blood.
2. Miscarriages are an inconvenience, but I don’t feel bad about having one. Mentally, I’m fine. If it was meant to be, it was meant to be. I’m not upset at all. I’m actually relieved and I’ll tell you why. I HAVE 4 KIDS. If I was 30 and trying for the first baby and then had a miscarriage I’d be devastated. But it’s not. It would have been #5. Hokey Pokey Batman. That’s a lot of kids. I’m not ready for #5. I’m not sure I want 5. So really this is a blessing.
Everyone seems so concerned and quite frankly I’m tired of all the, “Are you OK? How are you doing?” Cuz after the 10th time, it gets old. Actually after I told the story twice I was done. Everyone else after that got, “Ahhh, I’m FINE! Just fine!” cuz really I am.
3. Hot Damn, the blood that came out could fill a bath tub 1/2 way to the top. YIKES! I’m still shocked over the amount of blood.