These miscarriages were all approximately a year apart with the first one back in early 1991. I think the third one was the most traumatic because I had the miscarriage at home (the first one was very early (like 6 weeks) and the 2nd I almost bled to death so I had to go to the hospital). The doctor told me to bring in "all the products of conception" that I had passed (in a Tupperware container no less) to make sure I had passed everything. Then they made ME dispose of it, they friggen sent me home with the Tupperware container with the 13 weeks worth of my "products of conception" . I was at the doctors office all by myself because my husband had to work (he had no option not to work that day).
It literally traumatized me, I freaked out and they made me leave through the back door because I was making such a commotion. When I got home I put it in the fridge, not knowing what in the hell to do with it and when my husband got home he disposed of it. He never told me what he did with it, still to this day I don't know what he did with it.
I don't understand why they could not dispose of the "product of conception" as they called it. It seriously had me screwed up for quite some time.