The doctor had to do an emergency C-section early this afternoon, so he wasn't able to see me until around three, so I had to bring the girl along. Fortunately, she was fine.
He didn't believe me at first when I told him I thought the IUD was coming out. When he looked with his eyes (an activity my father always advised against), he didn't see anything unusual. When I told him the string had been OUTSIDE last night and I'd been able to feel the plastic, he said, "Really?!" and stuck his hand in there and sure enough, he felt the plastic too.
He said the IUD wasn't exactly coming out, but it was positioned too low in the cervix to provide reliable protection against pregnancy (except, I will editorialize, by preventing us from copulating!).
So, he took it out while I breathed slowly and deeply. Said we could put in another one after my next period--like I have $400 sitting around waiting for all of this to happen again--or I could go on the pill, blah blah blah. He said we shouldn't even consider sterilization until we're 100% sure we don't want another child, which, well, we're not.
After he left the room, I started crying, and my sweetles-pop got all wide-eyed: "What hurt?" I explained, "I'm crying because I'm sad," and her eyes got wider: "You're sad? Can I give you a hug? Can I give you a kiss? Are you better?"
Now I'm sitting at home with cramping and spotting and still near tears because I was totally relying on this as the answer to our problem of not being able to make up our minds about our family size. Even though I'm in a much better place, sanity-wise, than I was a year ago when we got it, I still feel like we're back to square one.
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