My experience of a medical abortion.
When my appointment arrived I saw a very nice counsellor who allowed me to talk as much as I wanted and I was able to ask whatever question I wanted and felt reassured that I was doing the right thing.
I was then taken to see the consultant who gave me a scan and I was informed that I was 9 weeks pregnant. I was offered a surgical abortion, but declined as I didn't want to be knocked out.
Once all paperwork was filled in I had a blood test to see what blood group I was, and then I went to another room where I was asked if I was sure I wanted to go ahead and take the pill which stops your pregnancy hormones. Sorry I don't know all the ins and outs but it's just a brief description.
My appointment was to come back in 72 hours where hopefully the next stage would proceed for the termination. During those 72 hours I felt just the same, but I know some people can feel sick and have some bleeding.
I came back 72hours later, late afternoon, and I saw the nurse who was in charge and I had the 4 tablets inserted. Not painful, and I lay here for half an hour until I experienced the bleeding.
There is a lot of blood but it's to be expected and you know when it's stopped.
I had slight cramping for an hour and then I had another rush for the loo. I was there for at least an hour and passed a lot of blood and clots. Still, I just told myself I was doing it for the right reasons.
Once that had passed, and the nurses took the pan away. I did get quite an aching pain in my womb so I asked for paracetamol. 4 hours passed and I hadn't bled anymore and was beginning to worry that it hadn't worked. I spoke to the nurse and was told that if nothing else happens in an hour then I could go home, and would have to wait 2 weeks to take a test to see if I was still pregnant.
I was pretty mortified at this point as I came here sick with worry about the whole experience but most of all wanted it to be over and done with as I had expected.
I managed to persuade them to keep me in and try and get a scan for the morning to see if it had worked as the thought of waiting two weeks to find out would wreck my head.
They were great and ever so helpful, and made it possible for me to stay.
Fortunately an hour later I went to the loo and I felt this lump pass. I didn't want to look because I think bad images can scar you for life. So I rang the bell, the nurse took the pan and I waited for her to come back.
It had passed, and I felt so relieved.