One of the jobs that we find ourselves going on (perhaps once or twice a day) is that of vaginal bleeding, in a woman who is around eight weeks pregnant. This invariably turns out being a miscarriage. Unfortunately it is normal, for foetuses which have no chance of developing into a full term baby, that the body 'rejects' the foetus. I would suppose that this stops a woman from carrying to term an infant which would not survive outside the womb.
While dealing with such patients (some of which have been trying to get pregnant for some time), I always try to be sympathetic, and explain that what is happening is not anyones 'fault', and that it is a normal happening.
Due to the amount of people who we have with this problem, and the rate at which hospitals deal with them (when working in A&E we would have about 12-18 cases of this every day) we have all become a little blasé about this. We feel some sympathy, but deep down in our hearts, we know that there is nothing we can do, and that it is a good thing that this is happening now, rather than in six months time. But none the less, we are worn down by the sheer numbers, and at the end of the day we stop caring that these women are losing babies.
I have no intention of getting into the whole abortion argument, I've seen them done, don't like them and would rather have the whole thing stay out of my worldview
I first thought that it was just me, and that as a male I wasn't best placed to pass comment – but after having a chat with some female colleagues, it seems that they feel the same way I do, that it is natural, and that it isn't worth worrying about.
But it worries me a little that I seem to have come to care so little for the little dead babies.