I have always wanted children. My husband not so much, not that he was against it and not that he would have it any other way now (Nick certainly convinced him that being a dad was awesome). After being married for a few years we started talking about having children. We knew that I might have problems so we thought it would be better to start earlier rather than later.
Unfortunately, it was a 21 year old friend receiving a terminal illness diagnosis that spurred us into action. Life was short and we wanted to do this. After nearly a year of trying with no success it was time to go to the doctors and get a medical opinion.
After a couple of test, it was declared that I had Poly-cystic Ovary Syndrome (PCOS) and I was referred to a specialist. That night at home was spent researching the condition and everything about it. After reading up about it, things started to make so much sense. There was so many symptoms that I had and put up with, that all came down to one condition. The one symptom I had playing around my head, however, was infertility.
This is when the hard questions hit. What if I can’t have children? What do we do? Do we explore other avenues of having children? Do we, or even, can we adopt? Can I love an adopted child as much as a biological child? I hope I can but what if I can’t? Do we just not have children and save our money and live a lavish lifestyle somewhere amazing? The magnitude of what was happening really hit home when I saw this video:
What if I can’t do this? The thing that hurt the most was seeing the mothers, that I was friends with on Facebook, complaining when they had a bad day with their children. It’s easy to get caught up in a bad day and need a vent, but not having your own children is a worse fate to endure.
We wanted to have a child as natural as possible and after reading a lot of forums, I had heard of a lot of women got pregnant after changing their diet and losing 5% of their body weight. The next 6 months were dedicated to a low GI, no gluten, no dairy diet with 30 minutes of aerobic exercise each day. 5% of my body weight was lost, all of the PCOS symptoms faded, except one – infertility. I have what is known as Thin PCOS so what works for regular PCOS doesn’t really make a difference for me.
After getting a heap of tests, our next step was to try some medication to help kick my body into gear. We read up about the drugs and I was so nervous to start. There is no guarantees that it will work first go and apparently every try you have with the medication is less likely to succeed. Have you ever had someone tell you not to be stressed because it might hinder the process. Not easy to do, when it’s the process you are stressing about.
We were so fortunate to have success on our first go with the medication. I was so happy and elated but at the same time not wanting to get my hopes up. When you use medication, the percentage of miscarriage or something going wrong is increased. It was such an easy pregnancy, every scan and test came up with the right results. Not that it stopped me worrying before every appointment.
After 41 weeks, we finally had our little boy. I always tell Nick that we loved him and fought for him years before we got him and as a rule, I never complain about mum difficulties on Facebook, ever.