I continue to struggle with the decision I made which was uninformed & unsupported.
At 13 wks, (by the time I was able to get booked in for a surgical procedure) I felt very uncomfortable with the decision I was making. My bf at the time never knew as we had a particularly volatile relationship and he was in the forces so he did not return home very often. My own parents were abroad on holiday at the time and I was unable to pluck up the courage to talk to them in the 4 wks leading up to the procedure as I knew how disappointed they would be & would cancel their well earned holiday which I didn't want. Only 3 close friends knew, all 3 advising that I could not keep the baby and what with my new job, reluctantly felt the odds were stacked against me and went ahead with the surgical procedure.
The procedure itself was terrible.After being given a suppository & pessary the evening before, I woke around midnight in absolute agony, having terrible contractions which felled me to the floor (I was sharing a room with 3 other women which did nothing to preserve my dignity or privacy). I found myself literally crawling on my hands & knees through to the main ward doubled up in pain to get a nurse. She helped me to my feet, took me to the toilet block, thrust a bedpan in my hand & told me to use it each time I needed the toilet as I'd most probably pass the fetus into it at some point which completely terrified me. I was then given two painkillers without water which I vomited up 2 minutes later & was given another two. The contractions finally stopped at 4am & I was able to get 3 hrs sleep.
I just wish I'd had access to the technology & support services women have today as I truly feel that my decision would perhaps have been very different.