My water broke when I was 20 weeks 5 days. I was brought to the hospital in an ambulance, and was basically given the options to either terminate the pregnancy and my baby would die, or continue with the chance of infection, loss of ever being able to get pregnant again, or potentially death. We have a two-year-old at home and couldn’t take the risk. I had a D&E (dilation & evacuation) at 21 weeks.
At first I didn’t know what to make of it. When my water broke, I thought the worst-case scenario would be that I’d be on bed rest for the rest of my pregnancy. It didn’t occur to me that I’d lose the baby until the nurse at the hospital let my husband come in (due to COVID he wasn’t allowed in at first) because it was obviously scary, and the high-risk doctor said, “We’re going to discuss your options.” Then panic.
I was incredibly sad and frightened when I had to have the D&E. I tried to separate the medical part from the loss itself because I was nervous; I hate hospitals. After the procedure, I had a lot of grief and PTSD from my water breaking.
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