This is part 4 (and the end) of my miscarriage story. Read part 1 and part 2 and part 3 here.
I remember waking up from surgery still in the OR. I asked someone “if everything was okay.” Obviously, given that I’d just had a D&E it definitely wasn’t, but I think I was asking if something awful (like a hysterectomy or something) had happened during surgery.
I felt pretty okay afterwards. Some cramps, some bleeding, but I got good drugs, so it wasn’t too bad.
I remember asking to stop at Portillo’s for a hamburger on the way home. I was a vegetarian but thought, whatever, I want a stupid hamburger.
I made an appointment to get my hair colored while my husband went in to get the food. I hadn’t had it colored for months before I was pregnant, and then I couldn’t.
The next day, I made an appointment with a recurrent miscarriage specialist, Dr. Mary Stephenson, at the University of Chicago.
I also went on a diet.
And then, it was time to wait. For my first post-miscarriage period, for my appointment with Dr. Stephenson, and for a time when I would feel better.
