My daughter was pregnant. She called me at work and begged me to meet her at the ER> she was bleeding heavily. When I got there there was blood and tissue on the floor, yes, it was nasty but it had just happened when she got up to go to the bathroom.
I saw what resembled a fetus of sorts, I felt sure it was the baby. The lab took all the stuff to test it. There was a fetus in the debris.
Her hormone levels were checked and they told her to have them checked again in a few weeks to see if they were falling the right way, to show her body was okay and not in need of medical intervention.
She called me at work a few weeks later. Screaming to me that the baby was still inside her, she knew it was, and they needed to get it out, she was crazed by the idea of it still inside.
The nurse in the ER was a much older lady who has patience beyond most people. My daughter was crying and telling the nurse her boobs were hurting, she was still having morning sickness, her tummy was still growing, and more.
She told my daughter that she would bet money she had gotten pregnant again. The nurse told her they'd send off a blood work up to find out where her hormone levels were and they'd do an ultra sound to find what was left or if a new baby was there. My daughter came up off the table and said "I...HAVE...NOT....DONE...ANYTHING...TO...GET....PREGNANT....AGAIN...".
This wonderful nurse goes Okay, I'll be right back. She goes and gets the monitor where you can hear the baby's heart beat. She puts it on my daughter's tummy. Her heart rate was in the 80's or 90's but her tummy's heart beat was in the 140-150 range. She was pregnant.
Then the nurse says....Hmmmm, this doesn't usually pick up the heart beat this good until you're about 16-18 weeks pregnant. So my daughter had lost one baby but was still carrying another. She had that first baby's miscarriage when she was about 3 months along and she was not quite 16 weeks pregnant at this second ER visit.
So, tell your sister that there is hope.