I rocked up for my 3D scan a bit unprepared. By which I mean my mind was focussed on the mini break the hubby and I were about to go on in the New Forest.
The scan was an inconvenience, I was already off work and it meant we were going to be late leaving for our break.
I had a 3D scan as part of my recurrent miscarriage screening last year. The NHS consultant said I had a lovely uterus – at least one thing about my fertility looked good! The whole thing was quick and painless. I was anticipating something similar. I was only having another (at a cost of £300) because my consultant was insisting and because I couldn’t get hold of a copy of my other scan.
The initial scan was fine. Quick and simple. All good. Apparently one of my ovaries is very close to my uterus (but not stuck on it so ok) and the other is very free standing. I never knew that – after all the scans I’ve had! The thinness of my lining was also commented on but as I had no lead follicle yet this wasn’t surprising. And I have a slightly tilted uterus which I knew, it made my endometrial scratches really painful unless I had a full bladder.
Then the consultant said he was going to do a saline sonogram, this is when a dye solution is flushed into the womb. Ive previously had one for my tubes which was fine if a bit painful. I hadn’t been prepared for one this time though.
I knew it wasn’t going to go well when he asked if I’d had trouble with procedures before and mentioned my empty bladder (which was a necessity). And then he asked the nurse for a smaller catheter or a special hooked one – neither of which they bloody well had. I expected better from a clinic describing itself as a ’boutique ‘ (IVF boutique – FFS).
It felt like 30 mins he was down there with a spotlight shining up my chuff bending this bloody catheter to try and get it in – luckily, apart from the time he adjusted the clamp thing (did I mention they clamp you open, like for a smear), it wasn’t painful, just tedious. Some time later he had to pinch my uterus down to get the catheter angled in. This is extraordinarily painful. The Dr commented on my high pain threshold. I always hope when they notice my threshold that a Dr also realises that when I squeal it really does mean I’m in a lot of pain. I squealed when the dye went in. I’m not a wimp but it fucking hurt! And to describe it as a period like pain – well Mr male doctor have you ever had a period? No I thought not. Yes it’s like a period pain – if you intensify it by a magnitude of 10! Luckily the pain doesn’t last too long (though by the 4th squirt of dye I was fed up).
So the news wasn’t great. I have scarring in a line across the top of my uterus. This may or may not be as a result of my ERPC following my miscarriage and was exactly what I’d feared.
The ERPC had been difficult. I was conscious (local anaesthetic, don’t recommended it) and the Dr tried 3 times to get the embryo which was right at the top of my uterus and not helped by my tilted uterus angle. She’d had to call the senior consultant. Id never been so glad to see one. In she came all bossy, gave me a squeeze on the shoulder and said she’d sort it all out. And she did. In less than a minute. I would’ve thanked her but I went into shock. My poor husband witnessed the whole thing and got me breathing after the shock. I was so thankful he’s not squeamish.
Anyway, what does it all mean? I need to have a hysteroscopy. The consultant doesn’t think the adhesion is very deep so it should be relatively simple. I spent the first afternoon / morning of my mini break sorting it all. Luckily my GP is great. I have her email and she’s always ready to assist. I had a referral within 2 hours. Because we can say it’s a gynaecology issue I can also use my health insurance. Hooray! It’s previously been useless as doesn’t cover fertility. Unfortunately I need another consultation before the procedure but I’ve managed to arrange it quickly thanks to the gynaecologist’s super efficient, if brusque PA (she was exactly the Dr PA stereotype).
Another win for the infertility gods and another loss for us. The hubby and I actually laughed about it. You can’t make this shit up! I have no idea how I’m not a mental wreck of a woman by now.