I am trying to get over this anger I feel at everyone....even those who have been compassionate. I thought the doctor and nurses at the hospital were really thoughtful and sensitive to my feelings the day of my surgery. This helped me tremendously on the day I had to have a D&E done. I had to go back to the doctor's office three weeks later for a follow up appointment. It hurt like hell to even drive into the parking lot. I dreaded getting out of the car. That parking lot and building will always remind me of the loss of my baby. I cried so hard that day in that doctor's office and in that parking lot. I know it is silly to blame the doctor's office. But, I why can't they send you to another location to have a follow up done. To make matters worse, I was still bleeding and my doctor was really concerned. So, he scheduled me for an ultrasound the next week to make sure they got all of the placenta. It felt really really awful to drive yet again back to that office and on top of that---go to the OB section waiting room with all of these happy pregnant women...I had to wait almost 15 minutes(it felt like 15 hours) there and then go back into the ultrasound room. I was so afraid they would take me to the exact same room where I found out my baby was dead last month. Even though it was a different room I still felt miserable and could not breath. I didnt even look at the screen while the tech performed the ultrasound. After I got dressed, I gave them my phone number so the doctor could call me later if there was a problem and then I flew out of that building as fast as I could. Has anyone else felt this way????
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