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I had my first miscarriage at 40 years old. I was 8 1/2 weeks along. It was BAD.I passed the baby in the bath- she was fully formed and looked very obviously human. I hemorrhaged, but was in too much physical and emotional shock to think that I should probably call an ambulance or go to the ER- I just sat in the tub cleaning off until the bleeding stopped enough to get out and put a pad on. I then cleaned the tub (didn't want my kids to see the blood) and then went downstairs to make my kids dinner, all while still bleeding through my pad every 15-20 minutes.Still in shock and not thinking right, I carried out the rest of my day like normal, but going through pads like crazy. I put the kids to bed and my boyfriend called to say goodnight, as he was out of town at the time. I told him what happened and he tried to convince me to go to the ER, but in my still fuzzy brained state, I played it down, thinking if I made it the last couple hours, I was fine, didn't need the ER, and I wasn't gonna wake the kids to go to the ER or scare the oldest asking him to watch his siblings while I go to the ER.The next day, I go to my OBGYN for a follow up. Very condescending, very know-it-all.First, he tells me I'm overreacting- if I was bleeding that bad last night, I would have gone to the ER. Then, after getting some bloodwork results back that show I had lost alot of blood and was severely anemic now, he yells at me for not going to the ER the night before.He does the exam and is very rough and acts like I'm just wasting his time. Then, while I'm bleeding on the table, mourning the death of my baby, he starts lecturing me that, “at my age", I shouldn't be having any more kids, anyways, so it's good I miscarried, it was probably deformed, anyways, and starts talking about how he can make arrangements for me to be “sterilized” as soon as possible, and was practically standing over me demanding I sign the papers consenting to surgery. (I did not.) He promised me that any further pregnancies I had would just be “a waste of his time” because they would not end well.I had been asked to bring in the fetus, if I had it, so I had put her in a little box. I very reluctantly gave him the box when he asked, and he pops open the top, kinda makes a disgusted sigh and lightly throws the box on the counter beside him.They were supposed to test the fetus, see if there were any anomalies. I call a couple days later, play phone tag, and when I do get him on the phone, and he's very gruff, and just states that yes, it was “dead fetal material". He wouldn't tell me if there had been anything wrong with her, which leads me to suspect that there wasn't anything wrong with her, and he wasn't gonna admit that.I think I had something similar to PPD after that, because for the next month or so, I spent and alot of time trying to sleep or just staring at the walls. I faked it enough for my kids, made sure they got taken care of, but they knew I “wasn't feeling well”.I never complained about that doctor, because I was barely strong enough physically and emotionally to take care of my kids at the time, but I wish I had.

They don’t care one whit about actual women. They think nonsentient masses of embryonic or fetal tissue deserve rights no one else in society has, to use someone else’s body without their consent. Of course they don’t care about the dangers of pregnancy.Many will pontificate that they’re still ok with abortion exceptions if the woman’s life is endangered. Problem with that is that by the time the woman’s life is in danger, it’s too late to prevent major health damage. She will be permanently affected by that complication.1 in every 3 women in the United States will have to undergo major abdominal surgery in order to give birth. Antichoicers don’t care about this, and the fact that c-section recovery is longer and more complication ridden, and that most American women can ill afford the costs both financial and physical of it. Those health costs are permanent.1 in every 4 women in the United States will get post partum depression from childbirth and pregnancy. Antichoicers don’t care about this, in fact they’re usually against things like universal healthcare and mental health coverage that would lessen this. And the lower the socioeconomic status of the woman (which includes most women who consider abortion in the US, who live near the poverty level), the more likely she is to get PPD.1 in every 10 women in the United States will have a significant pregnancy related complication. Anti choicers don’t care about this. They don’t care if a woman’s body is damaged by childbirth, because they view this as some sort of just punishment for having sex, or something all women should just have to deal with; to them, we are incubators who don’t have rights to our organs, so we should just shut up about the risks. Some of us lucky ladies actually get all three of the above with a side order of near death. Antichoicers don’t care.We not only have the worst maternal morbidity rates in the developed world, we have the worst maternal mortality rates. Women DIE in childbirth, even in developed nations, and the women most likely to get abortions in the US (those close to the poverty line and WOC) are the most likely to die. Antichoicers do not care about these numbers, and in fact actively fight against legislation that would reduce them.Pregnancy and childbirth in the United States is over a hundred times more dangerous to a woman than an abortion. And if you read any question on Quora regarding this issue, you’ll see just how little anti choicers care what happens to the women. To them, embryos are more important and more worthy of basic dignity and respect than women.

It wasn't what was planned for me, but it was what happened. My first child was born by emergency C-section.I had agreed to allow a medical student to place my epidural hours before things became an emergency -- all that went numb was my right leg.Nonetheless, when my son began to crash, vacuum extraction was attempted three times without success. My pelvis was too small. Excruciatingly painful. I still remember my doctor with his foot on the table and the vacuum inside of my vagina desperately trying to pull my baby out. It didn't work.I was whisked to the OR with an anesthesia resident in tow. They gave me as much anesthetic as possible through the epidural -- just a numb leg. My OB was demanding more medication and the resident was arguing that if they infused more, it could potentially paralyze my diaphragm and I would die. They needed general. But the set up was not ready.My OB said there was not time to bring in more equipment and to wait on the anesthesia attending. My arms and legs were strapped to the operating table with leather straps. A nurse was screaming at me to be still while my pelvis felt as if it was going to burst apart from the pressure.My OB used a pair of towel clips to pinch my abdomen to test my pain sensation. My back arched in agony, and they yelled at me to stop moving. No one asked my permission, but I would have given it. Cussing a blue streak, my doctor grabbed the scalpel and sliced me open from just below my umbilicus to just above my symphysis pubis.Rapidly, he cut into the uterus and tried to manually extract my baby. But his head was literally stuck in my pelvis with his umbilical cord compressed between his head and my pelvic bones. My OB grabbed another vacuum extractor and attached it to my baby's bottom.If you think having your abdomen sliced open while fully aware and feeling hurt, it was nothing compared to the immense pain as they wrenched my baby free from my body then. I cannot describe the sensation. I begged to see my baby as they whisked him over to the resuscitation table with green meconium staining his vernix. His head grossly misshapen.They were sewing me back up when general anesthesia was administered and my memory ends until I am being told to breathe and open my eyes sometime later.My son lived. He was diagnosed with with PPD-NOS, for those who aren't familiar with this now defunct diagnosis, that's pervasive developmental disorder - not otherwise specified. His birth weight was 8 pounds 15.4 ounces.I am acutely aware that the only reason he or I lived was the advent of safe C-sections. And I am incredibly grateful that my surgeon did what needed to be done without taking time to ask my permission for something no one could have prepared me to give informed consent to do.I cannot tell of the dread with which I approached the birth of my next child with my doctor insisting on a trial of VBAC (vaginal birth after C-section). Nonetheless, I successfully completed 3 VBACs before my last child was also delivered by emergency C-section.Suing the doctors or the nurses or the hospital never crossed my mind. I suffered, but I lived. My son lived. And I am eternally grateful. There was no poor outcome here. And my memories are as vivid as if it was just yesterday rather than 24 years ago this Wednesday.Even in the largest of hospitals, after hours, there are a limited number of anesthesiologists and anesthetists on staff. A single major trauma can tie them all up, and hard decisions must be made. The anethesiologist or anesthetist cannot just walk away from someone they are already working with in the OR. Sometimes procedures must be performed without the benefit of their services. It is not ideal, but it happens.