I called the doctors office today. I am going up for blood work after work. I refused to miss another minute here at work because of this. So I called to see if I should bring the remains with me. The gal who does my blood work (not Mia Farro, but the other one) was put on the phone. I guess there was no “real” nurse there…then again it was she who did my post coital…so hey what ever. Again I repeated that I finally had my miscarriage last evening, and that I wondered if I should bring the remains.
She didn’t even address this at first. Instead she said “your coming for blood work?” Yes, that is what I said. “Well when?” Well I get out of work at 4:30…so probably round 5:15 maybe 5:30 at the latest. “well we close at 6, so we won’t even run the blood work till tomorrow” Ok, I really don’t care at this point. The numbers will be dropping. I wouldn’t be surprised if today they are as close to 0 as they can get. Now back to my original question…which she finally answers:
Well the remains would need to be intact. Not shredded. Uhm, OK this was a natural miscarriage the remains wouldn’t be shredded. Plus I know that is BULL SHIT because they do testing on babies who are taken through D&C, and D&E. So her rebuttal was: Well the remains would need to be stored in a sterile container in saline solution. So basically the answer is NO. Which is fine…but I never asked, and no one ever told me.
So what do I do with them? I don’t want to simply throw them away. Jake thinks its odd to want to bury him. So I was thinking along the lines of the stepping stone. Maybe I could go to a hardware store and get a “brick” mold, and some concrete and bury the remains in that. Then decorate the outside of the brick in some way? Or is that even crazier? I don’t want to be “that woman” who can’t let go…but I don’t want to have the memory of dropping the ziplock baggie into the refuse can either.
As an aside, I am going to sever ties with this physicians office after I confirm that my levels have dropped to normal. He may be the last RE in the area, but he is not the last gynecologist, and since I have 9 months until my next pap is due, I have plenty of time to shop around. Which I plan to do this time instead of playing enie meanie minie moe with my health care.