So this is more meant as a service to women on the site debating whether to get an IUD, but I know it'll be a lengthy post so I decided to post this separately from a thread I'd started with other gyn procedures and examinations I've had. I mean I know it also might be enjoyable for other medfet people, I'm not sure how I feel about that as I'm used to sharing my experiences and enjoying the feedback about what have mostly been pleasurable experiences for me, and this one was really painful so it feels a bit different. but there was definitely something intimate about the whole event with the doctor, so.. anyways, I have decided to share.
So I went in last night to get an IUD, I went with my boyfriend and had him wait outside (after much debate about it) in the waiting room. It was a really long wait and I was the last appointment of the day, the whole practice was closing down, janitors cleaning etc, and I was worried they'd close the office around us, but also glad I was the very last patient at the whole practice, it gave a bit more privacy and intimacy.
I was called in by the doctor, a young, really really nice guy who asked what we were doing today. I handed over the IUD package (I had to pick it up myself at a pharmacy, and it is huge! they should package it in a less intimidating way) and he asked if I'm sure about it and I reminded him I'm getting it for my periods and not as birth control and he agreed then that it is the best option. “ok, I'll get everything prepped first then”. He continued chatting with me as he started opening cabinets and I saw him take out a sterile package with different scary looking metal tools, he opened the curtain to the exam area where I saw the exam bed next to the ultrasound device, and another desk and cabinet with medical equipment. He then said he can't find any scissors “they bought me so many I can't imagine where they went” and he left the office as I heard him call out to a secretary and a different doctor at the practice that he needed scissors, I knew my boyfriend would be listening to the whole thing. He finally came back and finished rummaging and setting everything up, changing the paper on the exam table and picking out tools- the whole process was making me even more nervous and panicky. He told me to undress and cover myself with the sheet provided, to sit at the edge of the table and place my feet in the stirrups- he placed his hand on every bit of the table to show me where he wanted me- and let him know when I'm ready.
I undressed, and as I had already placed a pad on my underwear anticipating bleeding afterwards, I folded them discreetly in my jeans and placed them in a pile and sat up on the table, placing a sheet over me and told him I'm ready. “Are you on your period?” “no, you told me to come on my period, and even gave me progesterone pills to help time it, but my body doesn't really work on schedules”, “that's fine. ok I'll explain everything as I go, I'll tell you everything I'm going to do."
I see him finishing the prep station- opening the sterile packets with gloves and laying out the tools to my left, opening a drawer full of specula and selecting one, plastic and large. “Ok, I'm just going to be doing an ultrasound” I spaced out a bit, nervous, so I asked “what?” and he corrected “well, for now, for now I'm just doing an ultrasound first”, he sits between my legs and grabs the wand on my right from the machine, “Ok, this is going to be cold, I'm just placing some gel” I wince a bit as he inserts it and I feel like I'm tightening up, “sorry, sorry” as he manages to insert it fully “ok, good, anterior cervix, and here are your ovaries.. good” he removes it, causing me to gasp a bit as the thicker part exits my body. He then gets up and takes the speculum from the counter on my left and sits back down “ok now I need you to scoot way way down, really way down like your off the table” I move way way down to where I feel like I'll end up in his lap, and my view becomes more restricted towards the ceiling. “Ok, good” “I'm now going to insert the speculum”, he then stands back up and shows it to me “do you know what this is? have you been examined with one before?" I nod, “ok, this is the gel again” as he lubes it up and inserts it, again feeling like lots of pressure as he apologizes, “ok it's in. opening it up a bit. are you ok?” “I'm going to stop here for now, I won't open it further, I'll let you get used to the feeling”
from this point, the actual order of events gets a bit messy in my head, I was in so much pain that I wasn't clear-headed. He got up to get tools and I was left with this huge speculum wide open which felt like intense pressure and I was trying to comprehend the feeling and also not sure if I want to notice what he's picking up and what's happening. He broke his promise, though I'm sure unintended, as he didn't explain further any step he did.
as he sat back down between my legs with tools in hand- “I can't see you from this position so you have to communicate with me, tell me if it's too much, if you need me to stop”- this would prove a problem as I couldn't speak, or think even, I was kind of paralyzed with pain. I remember him sitting back down with a few metal tools in his hands, first cleansing my cervix and sterilizing it, which felt weird and slightly painful when it really brushed deep inside, and I remember bracing against the table. Then I just remember clanking of tools and so so so much pain. The tenaculum was I think the worst part, I gasped so loudly I was just stunned with the pain and tried to move my legs instinctively, I think I nearly came off the table. He kept apologizing and he seemed almost rushed, but I think he was trying to be as quick as possible so as not to hurt me, it was a blur of unbelievable pain, I was seeing stars. I know I saw the sound go in, and I was terrified knowing that was happening and it indeed felt like my insides were being ripped apart. I just kept gasping for air and whimpering.
“I'm sorry, I'm not sure why this isn't going in smoothly, I'm going to remove this here for a minute, hang on, are you doing ok? I heard all kind of sentences but didn't quite grasp the situation that it wasn't going right, my head was swimming, I just didn't know when it was going to end it was such sharp pain and I was just breathing heavily, I think I also moaned a bit, I remember a thought popping up that I might sound almost like I was moaning out of pleasure and I should be embarrassed but obviously I was too busy being in agony. He keeps clanking tools and getting up and grabbing things and unbelievable pressure and intense intense pain inside and he says he's sorry it isn't going smoothly and I think I say it's not his fault which makes him laugh and he says of course it's his fault and his responsibility not to hurt me. and then he says he's almost done and I hear the click of the inserter and he finishes up and removes the speculum. he says he's so sorry that it got complicated and that he caused me pain, I didn't quite feel relief I wasn't sure what was going on and the pain hadn't subsided “but, it's in? it's over?” I ask panting, hands still on my face, half-over my eyes. “Yes, yes it's in, now I'm just going to quickly check with the ultrasound” and he inserts the wand in, I see blood as he shifts the sheet for better access.
“okay, now I'm just going to help you sit up, don't move, don't get up, just sit here for a minute while I clean up the supplies", he grabs my hands and helps me sit up on the exam chair and starts collecting the tools and items. I think I comment something about how at least I didn't faint or throw up, and then he tells me where the pads are and paper to wipe myself and leaves to let me get dressed behind the curtain. I get dressed, noting that I have the worst nausea ever. I sit down at his desk, and he looks concerned asking how I'm doing and we discuss instructions onwards. He asks me to stay a bit with him in the office to make sure I'm ok, I told him if it's ok I'll go out to my boyfriend who's probably worried and I did, sitting down in the waiting room. He came out afterwards to joke a bit with my boyfriend and I telling us not to leave before I'm ok because it would be embarrassing to have his colleagues tell him that his patient ended up at the ER after passing out leaving the building.
I felt decently ok immediately after, I mean, in pain and nauseous but nothing crazy but oh hell the contractions I had like 2-3 hours afterwards were horrible. I've basically been curled up in a ball in bed since then, with the exception of a hot shower, and my boyfriend sadly is very strict about pain meds and won't let me go over the limit so trying to distract myself otherwise. That is the basic account, I'll go back in a month and a half to recheck the placement if all is well until then.
xx