Saying Goodbye without being able to say Hello

4:30 AM

Alarm goes off, shower, get dressed, no breakfast allowed today

5:00 AM

Get into car start drive to Louisville

6:00 AM

Stop at McDonald’s to use restroom and grab dear husband breakfast, still no breakfast for me

7:00 AM

Arrive in downtown Louisville. Drive around the block to locate the destination and scope out the protestors. I luckily am a great Googler and had found out that this clinic was very well known for large protests pretty much every day. There are already at least 10 protestors hanging outside of the clinic carrying very disturbing signs. We knew this was going to be quite the experience.

7:15 AM

Start to walk to the clinic. Stopped by the clinic escorts telling us the clinic will not open their doors until 7:30. It’s best to stay in our car to avoid having to listen to protestors scream at you while waiting to get inside. One of the escorts would come up to let us know when she saw the clinic staff arrive.

Waiting the 15 minutes seemed like an eternity. I was very anxious. I had step my upcoming day into four steps. And getting into the clinic past the protestors was step 1.

7:25 AM

Escort comes to get us from our car. We start out from the parking garage to the clinic front doors. As soon as we get down the stairs outside of the garage protestors are standing there waiting for us. They start to rattle off their propaganda, “We can help you. We have other options.” They said they have a facility nearby that can help us save our baby, etc. You get the idea. The escorts attempt to comfort us by saying we don’t have to listen to them and let us know that we almost to the front doors. This continues until we reach the front doors at the clinic where we are greeted by someone opening the door for the incoming patients.

7:30 AM

While waiting in line you can see the protestors through the tinted windows. I could not believe some of the chants or songs I heard. One patient was unlucky; she got followed by a rather intense protestor. He literally screamed in her face the entire way down the sidewalk until she reached the front door.

7:45 AM

Checked in and sitting the waiting room while the rest of the patients get registered.

8:00 AM

All patients are brought back into the facility alone. No friend, husband, family member is allowed back beyond the waiting room doors. We are told to sit in another room with chairs to wait to be called to for our procedures and then to get our lab work and ultrasound done.

8:15 AM

I am first to get my payment taken care of. The clinic director also proceeds to tell me that since I am here for a therapeutic termination that my husband can come back to sit with me until it is time for me to go into the procedure.  This might have been the best news of the day. I wouldn’t be alone sitting waiting and neither would my husband. After getting my payment taken care of, I then got my vitals taken, blood drawn, and ultrasound performed. I was absolutely dreading the ultrasound. I did not want to have to look. Luckily, there was not a screen other than the one for the ultrasound tech.

9:00 AM

My husband got to join me inside the clinic and in a private waiting room where we were separate from the other patients.

9:10 AM

We get to watch a video about the procedure. We then are taken into a counselor’s office to discuss any questions we had, the procedure, and to make sure I was making this choice myself and not anyone else was pressuring me to have this procedure performed.  We then went back to our waiting room until the doctor arrived.

9:45 AM

The doctor had arrived and I was taken back to a private room for to have the first part of the procedure completed. We were lucky to have found out the diagnosis as early as we did. I was just under 16 weeks and between 12 – 16 weeks the procedure was one day. After 16 weeks it turned into a two day procedure.

The doctor spoke to me for a few minutes. She first gave her sentiments that our baby had trisomy 13. She asked why we came traveled to Louisville. She was surprised to hear that there were not any facilities near where we lived. I told her I was glad to have a great ob/gyn practice that was although not able to perform the procedure themselves but were willing to help me do what I wanted and ultimately find this clinic for me.

She then explained the first part of the procedure which I had read a lot about online so I felt prepared. She inserted the laminaria into my cervix which are thin sticks made from a special seaweed material that widen as they absorb moisture from your body. This was probably the most physically painful part of the procedure. Immediately, I had some cramping and really felt uncomfortable. I then went back to waiting room. I was to keep the laminaria in for 2 hours before the second part of the procedure would occur. This was my step 2. Step 2 done and two more to go.

10:00 AM

For the next hour and a half my husband and I hung out in one of the waiting rooms away from the rest of the patients. On this particular day there were around 15 women there getting similar procedures to terminate their pregnancy.  Some were very early on in their pregnancy and would be given medical abortions to stop their pregnancy. And the others were there for surgical abortions which would require surgery including general anesthesia. During this downtime, my husband tried to catch a cat nap while listening to music. I watched a movie to help pass the time and keep my mind from thinking about what was really going on and the pain I was in. I couldn’t bear to cry in the clinic. I put on my strong face and carried that with me for the rest of the day.

11:40 AM

It was time for other patients and me to be moved downstairs to surgery prep. At this time my husband was to go back to the original waiting room with the other people who were there accompanying their respective patients. We all went down stairs and were told to change into gowns. We were given lockers for our belongings. Then we told to move onto our hospital gurney.

Waiting in this cold room was quite a lonely experience and somber. There were 6 other women in the room awaiting their turn for surgery. We were first greeted by the doctor and then the anesthesiologist. We signed that we understood the risks involved with the anesthesia. Then one by one the nurse inserted an arterial catheter for and IV. A few of us including myself were given Pitocin via an IV to help the cervix dilate even more.

One by one were wheeled into the operation room with about 15 – 20 minutes between each patient from what I could estimate without any clock or watch. This was the hardest time for me. I was left with only my thoughts. Nothing to distract me: no noise, no talking, nothing to watch, not even a clock. I spent a majority of the time holding back tears and emotion as the room was so silent you could have heard a pin drop. I actually was so tired due to the lack of sleep over the past few days I kept drifting to sleep for a few seconds and awaking back up. 

12:30 PM

It was finally my turn. The nurse wheeled me into the operating room. I was assisted onto the table and my legs were placed in stirrups. My D&E procedure was ready to be performed. All of the proper tools that assisted the doctor had been put into perfect location and new sterile tools were being opened for me.  The anesthesist said she was going to hook me up to an IV that would make me sleepy. I replied that I was so tired I'm just going to close my eyes. Step three was complete and I was drifting off to sleep for the next ten minutes with the procedure was completed. 

12:50 PM

The next thing I remember was waking up in the recovery room. I vaguely remember being helped off the gurney into the chair in recovery. The only reason I recall that was because I remember the nurse telling my to hold my sanitary napkin in place. Now step four was upon me: get awake and stay awake so I could be released from recovery. I knew the best way I would come out of anesthesia was to talk based on previous experience. So I'm pretty sure I was asking all kinds of questions and might have been chatting with another patient in the room. I felt as if I drunk so who knows what I said. I also remember wanting to get the catheter out of my arm. I was told several times I had to keep it in my arm until I was changed. 

The nurse handed me  Advil and ginger ale once I seemed awake enough. I refused the Advil as I cannot swallow pills but gladly accepted the ginger ale. I was so thirty as I hadn't had more than a few ounces of water upon waking up which at this time was seven hours ago. I was also slightly hungry but the only thing they had to offer was crackers and being gluten free I just asked for more ginger ale. 

1:00 PM

I'm not entirely sure how long I was in recovery but it couldn't have been long. Before I knew it I was being asked to use the restroom and then change back into my clothes. This was quite the experience as their was a step back unit the locker room. I am pretty sure I almost fell over getting back in there. The feeling of having a fun night out of drinking was still present. I successfully changed back into my clothes and then was told to come back to the recovery room so remove the catheter. It felt so great to have this removed. After that the nurse said I seemed so alert, from talking of course, that I was ready to be released. She went over the post-op instructions and gave me a prescription for antibiotics. I was then escorted back up to my husband and we were free to leave. 

1:20 PM 

After a big hug, we were on our way back to our car. The protestors were gone and the city was quiet. We arrived back into the car I immediately took some pain medicine along with a snack and large bottle of water. We were on our   two hour drive back home together and I was no longer pregnant.