Until today I believe that I owe my life to a couple of people. If it were not for them I would have missed out on the most spectacular first 13 months of my girl's lifes.
First of all
I have to thank Dr Shuda. She has been such a rock in my life. She has only made my dreams come true. Thank you for all your support, all the kind word. But mostly thank you for Caitlin, Megan and Bianca. That you wouldn’t take no for an answer, that my husband witnessed their birth. And thank you so much for my life.
To all the other doctor that was present when I battled, Dr Hardcastle, Dr Folcher, and thank you. As well as all the ladies in ICU, the blue eyed one as well, and the ladies in theatre. I do not have enough words.
All the absolutely great ladies in the maternity ward. From where you showed and gave support to my husband and family when things didn’t look so great. Until I had a lump in my throat that Saturday morning when we left for home. Sad and almost afraid to leave this amazing network of support. The late night feeds and all the love you have to share with all the newborns and their parents. You are truly a special kind of love.
Then lastly, but the most important. Thank you Lord for making all my dreams comes true. For a house filled with laughter. For my health. For all these amazing people in my life.
Without You none of this will have been possible.
Thursday, 21 June 2012
New motherhood
As a new mother, one double checks on self. Are afraid of doing something wrong or even worse, not doing enough. But at the end, we just don’t know and it’s okay.
When I walked into that room and saw 3 babies laying there all I could think was: “What the hell do I do now?” “Where do I start?” They had their dummies, was bottle feeding, already bathed and my husband was single parent for practically 2 days. I had no idea. I didn’t know who was who and which name fitted which child. Early Wednesday morning my mum came to visit and I explained to her how overwhelmed I felt. She replied by not knowing what to say. There was a nurse in he Maternity Ward, an older, wonderful lady, who helped me bond with my children that day. If it wasn’t for her, I don’t know where we would be today. Sitting there with all 3 my babies, naked, on my naked chest, my world could just melt away. Right there and then, I knew we would be fine.
After that the rest of the week in hospital was filled with flowers, friends, family, feeding, burping, etc, etc.
And by Saturday, 14 May 2012, on angel Rosey’s birthday we got the go ahead to go home.
Our life as a family is now really beginning.
When I walked into that room and saw 3 babies laying there all I could think was: “What the hell do I do now?” “Where do I start?” They had their dummies, was bottle feeding, already bathed and my husband was single parent for practically 2 days. I had no idea. I didn’t know who was who and which name fitted which child. Early Wednesday morning my mum came to visit and I explained to her how overwhelmed I felt. She replied by not knowing what to say. There was a nurse in he Maternity Ward, an older, wonderful lady, who helped me bond with my children that day. If it wasn’t for her, I don’t know where we would be today. Sitting there with all 3 my babies, naked, on my naked chest, my world could just melt away. Right there and then, I knew we would be fine.
After that the rest of the week in hospital was filled with flowers, friends, family, feeding, burping, etc, etc.
And by Saturday, 14 May 2012, on angel Rosey’s birthday we got the go ahead to go home.
Our life as a family is now really beginning.
Talk about miracles
9 May 2011 my beautiful triplet girls were born.
Caitlin was born at 7:09 at 2.7kilo’s
Megan was born 7:11 at 2.5kilo’s
Bianca was born 7:12 at 2.2kilo’s
That Monday morning we arrived at the emergency side of the Medi-Clinic in George. Checked into the maternity ward, filled in some forms and we waited. Some of the hospital staff has been waiting much longer than we have. The Neo-natal department has been waiting for us for weeks, even phoned at home to ask when we were expecting. And, sweet, they even send me a flower biscuit to welcome the girls. The hospital was roaring with excitement to meet these 3 angels. Mr. V was soooo anxious that he was to be fetch outside on the hospital roof by the Doctor when it came to delivery these babies. Of course, for some backup, my mom was also prepped and ready to deliver these babies. She had the wonderful experience to witness the birth of her 3 little grandchildren. I, on the other hand, was very surprised, but very happy to meet my husband in theatre. The whole birthing experience was just great, I didn’t have any problems and neither the girls. I could feel with every baby being delivered that I was getting lighter and lighter. And my whole world almost crumbled when I heard that first cry. All I could do was turn to Mr. V and ask: “Did you hear that?” Now, thinking back at that moment, I feel that hard ball returning to my throat once more. It was definitely the most memorable experience in my life. And Mr V was very pleased that the doctor didn’t take “No” for an answer and dragged his ass to that room. And, of course, these 3 princesses were the most beautiful 3 faces that we have ever seen. In that theatre room we had the most amazing doctor and hospital staff. The girls were checked and everything was found perfectly healthy. Caitlin received 10/10 for her test and Megan the same. Bianca received a little bit of oxygen and scored a great 9/10. From there they were taken directly to the maternity room for us to start our lives together and receive some of moms ever needed breast milk. But if we only knew what was to come...................
I, on the other hand, wasn’t as healthy as we thought I was. Taken to the recovery room, the shit started to run out of control, best part of it was, that I didn’t really realize what was happening. We battled to stabilise my blood pressure and with that I was constantly bleeding out. And I was feeling so cold, shivering uncontrollably. With a triplet pregnancy and birth, and something like this not happening often, the nurses wasn’t sure what amount of blood was “normal” to loose, and uneducated, if you will. I was about 2 and ½ hours in recovery, and things was just not looking better, I was still losing blood and my blood pressure was at some stage 65/45. I remember clearly how I told that nurse that she will not send me to maternity ward if things were not the way it was supposed to be. I just couldn’t see myself laying there, next to my children, having my loved ones close by and something should happen and then seeing it happen. I never thought to ask someone to let them know what was happening. After some time I was send down, and I can remember clearly how I told my husband that I will be receiving some blood at 15:00 that afternoon.
It was about, I think, 10:00 in the morning when I eventually reached my room, filled with gorgeous flowers, new, old family and friends. I had a lot of visitor’s right from the start, as well as support.
One, of many people, that I believe saved my life, my sister, came to visit me. I clearly remember how she told me I looked like crap. For a moment, I thought that she was just full of shit. But instead replied by telling her I have no clue how I am supposed to look and feel. I mean, this is my first birthing experience. She just thought that I shouldn’t look SO bad, and called a nurse. Remember, that I, at this stage, still didn’t have any feeling in my legs. When the nurse came in to inspect, it was found that beneath all the bedding it was blood red. I was still bleeding out. Now, under normal circumstances, they give the patient something that will contract her uterus back to its normal size and with that stop the bleeding. In my situation, my body was still producing blood to my uterus as if trying to keep the 3 babies alive with supporting blood flow. Now, on the other hand, one can only be amazed at how great our bodies have been created. At this stage we had no idea as to how much blood I have lost. The nurse tried to suck the blood up, in her attempt to give a calculation to my doctor. And before I could react, my doctor was there, with her first attempt as to save my life.
I remember how cartoon were playing above my head and her comment being: “Ek probeer ‘n lewe red terwyl cartoons speel.” Nice to hear her still keeping her cool and having a sense of humour.
What she was trying to do was as to save my uterus by placing a “surgical balloon” in my uterus and fill it up with Saline (salt water) with the hope that my uterus will then latch itself onto the balloon and when the balloon deflates, my uterus will contract with it. I have no idea for how long this battle was going on. All I know is that for this time I was still in my room at the Maternity ward, but very much in-and-out-of-things.
From there I was taken to High Care and blacked out completely. What I know is that from there I remember doc saying that we need to take the uterus out. I know my husband had to sign the consent forms and only later I was told that he wasn’t too sure what he was signing for. I have always said, right through my pregnancy, that one day I would like another baby. I would like to know what it would feel like to give all your attention to one baby. But I guess God had a different plan, and I do not regret one day. I think sometimes or somewhere during all this chaos he hoped that I wouldn’t be angry at him for the decision that he has made that day. But I am grateful for him making that decision. And one day he said: “Jou baarmoeder het meer gedoen as baie ander mense sin, 3 lewens in die wereld gebring en 1 gered.” Which was true.
Bright, blue eyes, I remember in ICU. There was one nurse among that fighting team that had the most beautiful, bright, clear blue eyes. Every time I opened mine, she looked at me and smiled as to say: “Don’t worry, everything will be okay”. Around that bed, that day, there was nurses, internist, suegeons, so many people, too many to mention, and all played a very significant part. All of them to which I owe so much.
While laying there I could hear them talking, feel them around me. They were looking for a main vein, I needed blood immediately. At that stage, most of my veins have collapsed and after many attempt to find one in my neck, they eventually succeeded in my right thigh. I remember battling to breath beneath a surgical cloth lying over my face and I didn’t have the strength to lift the cloth from my face.
In my mind’s eye I see the worried faces of my husband and his brother. I was pushed past them and I remember that. If I close my eyes I can remember who stood next to each other. It must have been so difficult for my man. He was also a warrior through this whole ordeal.
When pushed into theatre at about 5’ish that Monday night, seeing once again the same familiar faces of the anesthetist that I met earlier that morning, under much brighter circumstances. I declared that I was still awake while they were opening me up. Thank goodness not for much longer after that I was out of it once again. According to my family I stabilised that night at about 23:00. My poor doctors, family and friends must have been exhausted, totally drained, emotionally and physically. I cannot image what they must have gone through. How scared they must have been.
Tuesday morning, 10 May 2012, my brain woke up, but I couldn’t open my eyes. I heard my doctor’s voice, but couldn’t life my hand. And what the hell was in my mouth? I have survived the night, blood pressure hasn’t stabilised and I have received 11 litres of blood. Now, the human body only has 7 or 8 litres of blood. Doctor explained that with the complications and a lot of blood some of my organs were giving some trouble. I would have some water on my lungs and during that week I also turned a nasty shade of yellow that my liver produced.
After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I was ready to meet my girls, which felt to me like for the first time.
At 16:00 that afternoon I was discharged from ICU back to the Maternity ward.
Let motherhood begin........................................
Caitlin was born at 7:09 at 2.7kilo’s
Megan was born 7:11 at 2.5kilo’s
Bianca was born 7:12 at 2.2kilo’s
That Monday morning we arrived at the emergency side of the Medi-Clinic in George. Checked into the maternity ward, filled in some forms and we waited. Some of the hospital staff has been waiting much longer than we have. The Neo-natal department has been waiting for us for weeks, even phoned at home to ask when we were expecting. And, sweet, they even send me a flower biscuit to welcome the girls. The hospital was roaring with excitement to meet these 3 angels. Mr. V was soooo anxious that he was to be fetch outside on the hospital roof by the Doctor when it came to delivery these babies. Of course, for some backup, my mom was also prepped and ready to deliver these babies. She had the wonderful experience to witness the birth of her 3 little grandchildren. I, on the other hand, was very surprised, but very happy to meet my husband in theatre. The whole birthing experience was just great, I didn’t have any problems and neither the girls. I could feel with every baby being delivered that I was getting lighter and lighter. And my whole world almost crumbled when I heard that first cry. All I could do was turn to Mr. V and ask: “Did you hear that?” Now, thinking back at that moment, I feel that hard ball returning to my throat once more. It was definitely the most memorable experience in my life. And Mr V was very pleased that the doctor didn’t take “No” for an answer and dragged his ass to that room. And, of course, these 3 princesses were the most beautiful 3 faces that we have ever seen. In that theatre room we had the most amazing doctor and hospital staff. The girls were checked and everything was found perfectly healthy. Caitlin received 10/10 for her test and Megan the same. Bianca received a little bit of oxygen and scored a great 9/10. From there they were taken directly to the maternity room for us to start our lives together and receive some of moms ever needed breast milk. But if we only knew what was to come...................
I, on the other hand, wasn’t as healthy as we thought I was. Taken to the recovery room, the shit started to run out of control, best part of it was, that I didn’t really realize what was happening. We battled to stabilise my blood pressure and with that I was constantly bleeding out. And I was feeling so cold, shivering uncontrollably. With a triplet pregnancy and birth, and something like this not happening often, the nurses wasn’t sure what amount of blood was “normal” to loose, and uneducated, if you will. I was about 2 and ½ hours in recovery, and things was just not looking better, I was still losing blood and my blood pressure was at some stage 65/45. I remember clearly how I told that nurse that she will not send me to maternity ward if things were not the way it was supposed to be. I just couldn’t see myself laying there, next to my children, having my loved ones close by and something should happen and then seeing it happen. I never thought to ask someone to let them know what was happening. After some time I was send down, and I can remember clearly how I told my husband that I will be receiving some blood at 15:00 that afternoon.
It was about, I think, 10:00 in the morning when I eventually reached my room, filled with gorgeous flowers, new, old family and friends. I had a lot of visitor’s right from the start, as well as support.
One, of many people, that I believe saved my life, my sister, came to visit me. I clearly remember how she told me I looked like crap. For a moment, I thought that she was just full of shit. But instead replied by telling her I have no clue how I am supposed to look and feel. I mean, this is my first birthing experience. She just thought that I shouldn’t look SO bad, and called a nurse. Remember, that I, at this stage, still didn’t have any feeling in my legs. When the nurse came in to inspect, it was found that beneath all the bedding it was blood red. I was still bleeding out. Now, under normal circumstances, they give the patient something that will contract her uterus back to its normal size and with that stop the bleeding. In my situation, my body was still producing blood to my uterus as if trying to keep the 3 babies alive with supporting blood flow. Now, on the other hand, one can only be amazed at how great our bodies have been created. At this stage we had no idea as to how much blood I have lost. The nurse tried to suck the blood up, in her attempt to give a calculation to my doctor. And before I could react, my doctor was there, with her first attempt as to save my life.
I remember how cartoon were playing above my head and her comment being: “Ek probeer ‘n lewe red terwyl cartoons speel.” Nice to hear her still keeping her cool and having a sense of humour.
What she was trying to do was as to save my uterus by placing a “surgical balloon” in my uterus and fill it up with Saline (salt water) with the hope that my uterus will then latch itself onto the balloon and when the balloon deflates, my uterus will contract with it. I have no idea for how long this battle was going on. All I know is that for this time I was still in my room at the Maternity ward, but very much in-and-out-of-things.
From there I was taken to High Care and blacked out completely. What I know is that from there I remember doc saying that we need to take the uterus out. I know my husband had to sign the consent forms and only later I was told that he wasn’t too sure what he was signing for. I have always said, right through my pregnancy, that one day I would like another baby. I would like to know what it would feel like to give all your attention to one baby. But I guess God had a different plan, and I do not regret one day. I think sometimes or somewhere during all this chaos he hoped that I wouldn’t be angry at him for the decision that he has made that day. But I am grateful for him making that decision. And one day he said: “Jou baarmoeder het meer gedoen as baie ander mense sin, 3 lewens in die wereld gebring en 1 gered.” Which was true.
Bright, blue eyes, I remember in ICU. There was one nurse among that fighting team that had the most beautiful, bright, clear blue eyes. Every time I opened mine, she looked at me and smiled as to say: “Don’t worry, everything will be okay”. Around that bed, that day, there was nurses, internist, suegeons, so many people, too many to mention, and all played a very significant part. All of them to which I owe so much.
While laying there I could hear them talking, feel them around me. They were looking for a main vein, I needed blood immediately. At that stage, most of my veins have collapsed and after many attempt to find one in my neck, they eventually succeeded in my right thigh. I remember battling to breath beneath a surgical cloth lying over my face and I didn’t have the strength to lift the cloth from my face.
In my mind’s eye I see the worried faces of my husband and his brother. I was pushed past them and I remember that. If I close my eyes I can remember who stood next to each other. It must have been so difficult for my man. He was also a warrior through this whole ordeal.
When pushed into theatre at about 5’ish that Monday night, seeing once again the same familiar faces of the anesthetist that I met earlier that morning, under much brighter circumstances. I declared that I was still awake while they were opening me up. Thank goodness not for much longer after that I was out of it once again. According to my family I stabilised that night at about 23:00. My poor doctors, family and friends must have been exhausted, totally drained, emotionally and physically. I cannot image what they must have gone through. How scared they must have been.
Tuesday morning, 10 May 2012, my brain woke up, but I couldn’t open my eyes. I heard my doctor’s voice, but couldn’t life my hand. And what the hell was in my mouth? I have survived the night, blood pressure hasn’t stabilised and I have received 11 litres of blood. Now, the human body only has 7 or 8 litres of blood. Doctor explained that with the complications and a lot of blood some of my organs were giving some trouble. I would have some water on my lungs and during that week I also turned a nasty shade of yellow that my liver produced.
After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I was ready to meet my girls, which felt to me like for the first time.
At 16:00 that afternoon I was discharged from ICU back to the Maternity ward.
Let motherhood begin........................................
Friday, 15 June 2012
My triplet pregnancy
So, from our first scan to where I gave birth, was not that bad. Now thinking back, it was fine, but in the moment, I had some very difficult days.
During my pregnancy a friend of mine and old colleague was diagnosed with breast cancer and she was starting with her treatment. I remember how we worked out that the amount of weeks that I have left with my pregnancy was the same amount of weeks that she had left with treatment. And in my mind this was a silent motivation, as I knew she was fighting a battle of survival, and I, on the other hand, one of life. Ironic!
With every scan, the fetes grew into a baby and all 3 of them were doing very well. We were very blessed. And later we discovered that the babies were now baby girls. So, we could start thinking about baby names. Where to start, Mr V and myself had a baby girl name even before we have gotten married, Caitlin. But what about the other 2. The name that he chose, I didn’t like, the name I chose, he didn’t like where to find common ground? At the end we decided that he will choose one name and I will choose another and that will be that. The names will be given in the same order when they are being born. So, the verdict is out: Caitlin, hubby chose Megan and Me Bianca. Strange enough Bianca wasn’t one of the names on my list. I was laying in bed one afternoon, after being at the doctor’s with stomach flu and reading through a book of baby names and comparing it with the names on my list. And it was like a sign from above, Bianca it will be. And, today, I think it suits her perfectly. It is just as short and sweet as my little baby girl.
I never had a problem with having only girls. I hoped for 2 boys and a girl, I just couldn’t understand that you will have so many children all at once and all of them being the same sex. I thought a bit of variety will brighten up things. And, one day, when I was pushed down Mr Price Home by my mother, I realised, that having all the same sex, is just less admin and much easier. Now, they can all wear each other’s clothing, etc, etc. Where as a boy will not like pink, but a girl might like blue.
Nausea, what a little bugger. Shoe!!!!! I, at some stage, actually thought I was about to die. I just couldn’t keep anything in. And at that stage, my new assistant was receiving training in Johannesburg, so I had to be at the office. Our Assessor find me most of the afternoons, lying on my back, behind my desk, on the floor, with the phone next to me. I just couldn’t keep my head up. Ginger lollies, ginger biscuits, Stoney ginger beer, you name it, I tried it. Thank goodness my doctor saw the light and gave a pill. I almost vomited in Woolies over the cashier. Almost in my own kitchen over a very nicely prepared fish dish. I just couldn’t stop it. My mouth was constantly watering. It was terrible.
Cravings, I didn’t have much of. There were some phases. I had a huge watermelon face, it helped with the nausea, and it was the only thing I could keep down. I remember, Mr. V getting home and I was sitting with half a watermelon on my lap eating it with a spoon. And then, of course, I had a mint fit. I just couldn’t get anything minty enough for my taste. Until I walked smack bang into Elizabeth Brown’s ice cream. What a blessing. No meat, of course.
Talking about nausea....................another very grouse thing. My gums were so sore. And at some stage it was bleeding so much. I went to see the dentist just to make sure I wasn’t getting any infections. While I was brushing my teeth, the blood used to stream out of my mouth. Luckily that was only for a short time.
When finding out that you are expecting triplets, allot have to change, and go BIGGER!!! House!! Car!!! At that stage we were living on a farm in a one bedroom house. And I was driving my dream car, a blue brand new Subaru Impreza 2.0R. What a ride!! Anyway, we had to get rid of both of them and cater for more. Looking at houses with ¾ bedrooms, looking at VW Caravelle, and still thinking about financial survival when the children are born. Keep in mind medical expenses, diapers, milk, etc. And we still need to eat. So, with help from family we started building a 4 bedroom house out on the farm, building started in February 2011 and I was due in May 2011. (So, no pressure there.) I had to sell my much beloved Subaru, which I did, to a Japanese dude in Cape Town. And took over my hubby’s green ghost busters mobile. (Which I didn’t love as much as my previous car). But hey, you gotta do, what you gotta do. After we have fitted the pram in the back and the car seat in the back that was that. I will be driving the green monster until we are ready for the next vehicle.
Another way, just to show how things work out, my bestest friend lives in London, I love her to bits. She was a couple of weeks behind me with her pregnancy, which was nice, because we could go through the motions together. Only very sad that she lives so far away and I couldn’t see her more often. But we have shared one very special day together, while being pregnant. And now, the children are about 2 weeks apart.
So, in January, my Godchild had his first birthday party, and from there on, the New Year just started off with a bang. It was Pre-natal classes. And more scans. And booking a bed at the hospital, but not knowing exactly when they can expect me. And with that some surprises. Like the very silent atmosphere in the pre-natal class when I was to declare that we are expecting triplet girls. And my hubby not being at my side, but rather at the building site. At that stage the builders were almost working 24/7 to finish the house.
With multiple pregnancies, there are a couple of more difficulties than with normal one child pregnancy and birth. We obviously had a caesarean, no option there. Then the worry of premature babies, will they be in ICU, will my husband and I survive that? How long will they need to be there? Will we be able to cope? What about an Au Pair or Nanny? Prem nappies? Prem teats and dummies and bottles? It’s difficult enough to just make a decision about nappies and bottles as it was, now you must keep in mind the fact that the girls might be too small to use the normal products on the market. Then still thinking about all the crap that comes from filling in the UIF forms, and then in my case, not even qualifying for UIF. Which I feel until today is a load of crap. Also, looking at prams is like buying a new car. All the brands and styles, colours and types. O my word!!!!!
In January I also started doing interviews for a nanny/Au Pair. I had no clue what I was looking for or what to expect. Or even what to pay her. All I knew I wanted someone with experience and it will be a bonus if she had her own child before. And she must be able to sleep-in. So after a couple of advertisements we met a girl that was send to us from one of the Educare teacher in town. And that was a disaster. After another interview and going through some more cv’s. I found her........an angle send from God. And until today I will not be able to do what I do if it wasn’t for Rosey. She loves my kids so much. And they love her in return just as much. She has become a true family member in my house hold.
I had a safe haven once a month with a couple of girlfriends, which was also pregnant at that time. And we were about a month apart. Once a month the 4/5 of us will meet up for breakfast/lunch. The rules were as follows: You can complain as much as you want to, no one is allowed to judge. You can eat as much as you want to, no judgement. You can eat WHAT you want to, no judgement. This was truly a safe haven. And I loved it. We all had the same fears and excitement to share. And today we share birthdays.
A couple of things happened in between:
8 February – We went for the 4D scan at the Medi-Clinic. My hubby thinks it was a waste, I’m glad that we went. It was very confusing and you didn’t know an arm from a leg. But I was happy.
12 February – Two dear friends of mine took some preggy pictures of me. At that stage I was 25 weeks along, and already feeling like a small elephant. What a treat!!!
13 March – My sister, mother and some friends surprised me with a babyshower. I have say, they did a great job and it was so nicely decorated. One of my closest school friends surprised me from Cape Town and it was just so much fun spending time with her.
30 March – The girls went for a weekend away. That day, at the warm baths, I thought I will break my back trying to climb out of the swimming pool, still in my bikini, of course. And I haven’t been away since then, scary!!
14 April – My offices moved premises and that happened during my pregnancy as well. On this day we had the opening of the offices and I was about 33 weeks pregnant. I haven’t seen my feet for ages. And my back was killing me. But I went, even if it was only for the speeches.
Closing:
9 May 2011 – The girls were born. When I went into hospital I weight 80kg and picked up a total of 20 during my whole pregnancy. I went to the gym up until 32 weeks of my pregnancy and the only reason why I stopped was because I just couldn’t fit unto the machines anymore. I was itching all over my body from all the supplements. And was sleeping very little, but I was ready, happy and excited.
During my pregnancy a friend of mine and old colleague was diagnosed with breast cancer and she was starting with her treatment. I remember how we worked out that the amount of weeks that I have left with my pregnancy was the same amount of weeks that she had left with treatment. And in my mind this was a silent motivation, as I knew she was fighting a battle of survival, and I, on the other hand, one of life. Ironic!
With every scan, the fetes grew into a baby and all 3 of them were doing very well. We were very blessed. And later we discovered that the babies were now baby girls. So, we could start thinking about baby names. Where to start, Mr V and myself had a baby girl name even before we have gotten married, Caitlin. But what about the other 2. The name that he chose, I didn’t like, the name I chose, he didn’t like where to find common ground? At the end we decided that he will choose one name and I will choose another and that will be that. The names will be given in the same order when they are being born. So, the verdict is out: Caitlin, hubby chose Megan and Me Bianca. Strange enough Bianca wasn’t one of the names on my list. I was laying in bed one afternoon, after being at the doctor’s with stomach flu and reading through a book of baby names and comparing it with the names on my list. And it was like a sign from above, Bianca it will be. And, today, I think it suits her perfectly. It is just as short and sweet as my little baby girl.
I never had a problem with having only girls. I hoped for 2 boys and a girl, I just couldn’t understand that you will have so many children all at once and all of them being the same sex. I thought a bit of variety will brighten up things. And, one day, when I was pushed down Mr Price Home by my mother, I realised, that having all the same sex, is just less admin and much easier. Now, they can all wear each other’s clothing, etc, etc. Where as a boy will not like pink, but a girl might like blue.
Nausea, what a little bugger. Shoe!!!!! I, at some stage, actually thought I was about to die. I just couldn’t keep anything in. And at that stage, my new assistant was receiving training in Johannesburg, so I had to be at the office. Our Assessor find me most of the afternoons, lying on my back, behind my desk, on the floor, with the phone next to me. I just couldn’t keep my head up. Ginger lollies, ginger biscuits, Stoney ginger beer, you name it, I tried it. Thank goodness my doctor saw the light and gave a pill. I almost vomited in Woolies over the cashier. Almost in my own kitchen over a very nicely prepared fish dish. I just couldn’t stop it. My mouth was constantly watering. It was terrible.
Cravings, I didn’t have much of. There were some phases. I had a huge watermelon face, it helped with the nausea, and it was the only thing I could keep down. I remember, Mr. V getting home and I was sitting with half a watermelon on my lap eating it with a spoon. And then, of course, I had a mint fit. I just couldn’t get anything minty enough for my taste. Until I walked smack bang into Elizabeth Brown’s ice cream. What a blessing. No meat, of course.
Talking about nausea....................another very grouse thing. My gums were so sore. And at some stage it was bleeding so much. I went to see the dentist just to make sure I wasn’t getting any infections. While I was brushing my teeth, the blood used to stream out of my mouth. Luckily that was only for a short time.
When finding out that you are expecting triplets, allot have to change, and go BIGGER!!! House!! Car!!! At that stage we were living on a farm in a one bedroom house. And I was driving my dream car, a blue brand new Subaru Impreza 2.0R. What a ride!! Anyway, we had to get rid of both of them and cater for more. Looking at houses with ¾ bedrooms, looking at VW Caravelle, and still thinking about financial survival when the children are born. Keep in mind medical expenses, diapers, milk, etc. And we still need to eat. So, with help from family we started building a 4 bedroom house out on the farm, building started in February 2011 and I was due in May 2011. (So, no pressure there.) I had to sell my much beloved Subaru, which I did, to a Japanese dude in Cape Town. And took over my hubby’s green ghost busters mobile. (Which I didn’t love as much as my previous car). But hey, you gotta do, what you gotta do. After we have fitted the pram in the back and the car seat in the back that was that. I will be driving the green monster until we are ready for the next vehicle.
Another way, just to show how things work out, my bestest friend lives in London, I love her to bits. She was a couple of weeks behind me with her pregnancy, which was nice, because we could go through the motions together. Only very sad that she lives so far away and I couldn’t see her more often. But we have shared one very special day together, while being pregnant. And now, the children are about 2 weeks apart.
So, in January, my Godchild had his first birthday party, and from there on, the New Year just started off with a bang. It was Pre-natal classes. And more scans. And booking a bed at the hospital, but not knowing exactly when they can expect me. And with that some surprises. Like the very silent atmosphere in the pre-natal class when I was to declare that we are expecting triplet girls. And my hubby not being at my side, but rather at the building site. At that stage the builders were almost working 24/7 to finish the house.
With multiple pregnancies, there are a couple of more difficulties than with normal one child pregnancy and birth. We obviously had a caesarean, no option there. Then the worry of premature babies, will they be in ICU, will my husband and I survive that? How long will they need to be there? Will we be able to cope? What about an Au Pair or Nanny? Prem nappies? Prem teats and dummies and bottles? It’s difficult enough to just make a decision about nappies and bottles as it was, now you must keep in mind the fact that the girls might be too small to use the normal products on the market. Then still thinking about all the crap that comes from filling in the UIF forms, and then in my case, not even qualifying for UIF. Which I feel until today is a load of crap. Also, looking at prams is like buying a new car. All the brands and styles, colours and types. O my word!!!!!
In January I also started doing interviews for a nanny/Au Pair. I had no clue what I was looking for or what to expect. Or even what to pay her. All I knew I wanted someone with experience and it will be a bonus if she had her own child before. And she must be able to sleep-in. So after a couple of advertisements we met a girl that was send to us from one of the Educare teacher in town. And that was a disaster. After another interview and going through some more cv’s. I found her........an angle send from God. And until today I will not be able to do what I do if it wasn’t for Rosey. She loves my kids so much. And they love her in return just as much. She has become a true family member in my house hold.
I had a safe haven once a month with a couple of girlfriends, which was also pregnant at that time. And we were about a month apart. Once a month the 4/5 of us will meet up for breakfast/lunch. The rules were as follows: You can complain as much as you want to, no one is allowed to judge. You can eat as much as you want to, no judgement. You can eat WHAT you want to, no judgement. This was truly a safe haven. And I loved it. We all had the same fears and excitement to share. And today we share birthdays.
A couple of things happened in between:
8 February – We went for the 4D scan at the Medi-Clinic. My hubby thinks it was a waste, I’m glad that we went. It was very confusing and you didn’t know an arm from a leg. But I was happy.
12 February – Two dear friends of mine took some preggy pictures of me. At that stage I was 25 weeks along, and already feeling like a small elephant. What a treat!!!
13 March – My sister, mother and some friends surprised me with a babyshower. I have say, they did a great job and it was so nicely decorated. One of my closest school friends surprised me from Cape Town and it was just so much fun spending time with her.
30 March – The girls went for a weekend away. That day, at the warm baths, I thought I will break my back trying to climb out of the swimming pool, still in my bikini, of course. And I haven’t been away since then, scary!!
14 April – My offices moved premises and that happened during my pregnancy as well. On this day we had the opening of the offices and I was about 33 weeks pregnant. I haven’t seen my feet for ages. And my back was killing me. But I went, even if it was only for the speeches.
Closing:
9 May 2011 – The girls were born. When I went into hospital I weight 80kg and picked up a total of 20 during my whole pregnancy. I went to the gym up until 32 weeks of my pregnancy and the only reason why I stopped was because I just couldn’t fit unto the machines anymore. I was itching all over my body from all the supplements. And was sleeping very little, but I was ready, happy and excited.
7 October 2010 – Our first sonar
What a wonderful day to witness the biggest gift in life and see the greatest miracle God could create and give to us on earth!!! Our prayers were answered.
So, lying on my back (again) and now for a more pleasant reason, Mr. V on the one side and Doc on the other, we were about to witness our first encounter and meet our children for the first time. What a privilege!!!
While the air full of anticipation and excitement, Doc pulling that sonar head from side to side, we saw one fetes looking more like a small bean, fetes 2 looking exactly the same and holy moly, number 3 popped from behind, playing hide and seek. Till today I still do not know who got the biggest fright. Doc was apologising the whole time holding my hand. Mr V was turning a funny shade of white/blue. And no one knew what the hell to say. Honestly, I have never minded having three, I’m extremely glad it’s not 4, but I love 3. While there was some chaos in the room, and checking if all 3 foetuses was where they were supposed to be, healthy!!!!! Mr V left, still being as quite as he was during the whole scan, after receiving the news. I was sitting in the office and doc said: “Just, please phone someone!!!” And doc phoned my mother. My mom was still on her way to work, when her phone rang. I could hear everything on the speaker. Doc told my mom that I was there for the scan and everything is okay, but she is going to become Grandmother of 3 grandchildren!!! My mother shouted at my sister, and I swear, I think the people in the street thought: “What the hell!!!! Crazy people!!!!” Well, needless to say, the news travelled so quickly, that I received phone calls even before I reached the office. It was on Facebook by the time I got to the office. And my colleagues, of course, only believed it once I showed them the scan pictures.
What a day!!!!!!! What a precious, glorious day!!!!
All worth the tears, wait, counting, frustration, etc, etc. All worth it!!!! Everything is almost long forgotten!!!
So, lying on my back (again) and now for a more pleasant reason, Mr. V on the one side and Doc on the other, we were about to witness our first encounter and meet our children for the first time. What a privilege!!!
While the air full of anticipation and excitement, Doc pulling that sonar head from side to side, we saw one fetes looking more like a small bean, fetes 2 looking exactly the same and holy moly, number 3 popped from behind, playing hide and seek. Till today I still do not know who got the biggest fright. Doc was apologising the whole time holding my hand. Mr V was turning a funny shade of white/blue. And no one knew what the hell to say. Honestly, I have never minded having three, I’m extremely glad it’s not 4, but I love 3. While there was some chaos in the room, and checking if all 3 foetuses was where they were supposed to be, healthy!!!!! Mr V left, still being as quite as he was during the whole scan, after receiving the news. I was sitting in the office and doc said: “Just, please phone someone!!!” And doc phoned my mother. My mom was still on her way to work, when her phone rang. I could hear everything on the speaker. Doc told my mom that I was there for the scan and everything is okay, but she is going to become Grandmother of 3 grandchildren!!! My mother shouted at my sister, and I swear, I think the people in the street thought: “What the hell!!!! Crazy people!!!!” Well, needless to say, the news travelled so quickly, that I received phone calls even before I reached the office. It was on Facebook by the time I got to the office. And my colleagues, of course, only believed it once I showed them the scan pictures.
What a day!!!!!!! What a precious, glorious day!!!!
All worth the tears, wait, counting, frustration, etc, etc. All worth it!!!! Everything is almost long forgotten!!!
21 September – What a blessing!!!!!!!!!!!
2 weeks has passed and I have survived counting the days. For me, at this time, the most difficult decision was this: do I go for my blood test in the morning or in the evening. This might sound strange, but here, now, I was paranoid.
Option 1 – Morning test.
If I take the test in the morning, I will receive my results that same day. (Advantage) But what if I see that red spot? Will I only be more disappointed than previously? Will I then seem as paranoid as I felt? Or maybe, if I do it now, no matter what the outcome, at least I will know where we stand, if we need to go for round 3 or not.
Option 2 – Afternoon test.
Results next day. (Disadvantage) I don’t think I will be able to count another day. Not knowing is sort of driving me insane. But at least I will not look as crazy as in option 1?
Anyways, I went for the blood test that morning. At the end of the day, I am a lady that likes to look things in the eye and take the bull by the horns. If not, why not? I sat the day, in my office, waiting for the phone to ring. I hardly went to the loo, not to miss that phone call. And then it happened, the doctor’s voice on the other line: “Natasha, you are pregnant!! The count is so high, I am expecting twins!!!!!!!” What!!!! I was in tears, I just thanked her, I couldn’t speak to her much longer, and I had to tell my husband.
At that time, Mr. V was at a friend’s, I walked in, told him the news, and tears were flowing, I drove around town and told everyone, my mom, my sister, I just couldn’t work any longer.
We were ecstatic!!!!!
First sonar: 7 October 2010
Option 1 – Morning test.
If I take the test in the morning, I will receive my results that same day. (Advantage) But what if I see that red spot? Will I only be more disappointed than previously? Will I then seem as paranoid as I felt? Or maybe, if I do it now, no matter what the outcome, at least I will know where we stand, if we need to go for round 3 or not.
Option 2 – Afternoon test.
Results next day. (Disadvantage) I don’t think I will be able to count another day. Not knowing is sort of driving me insane. But at least I will not look as crazy as in option 1?
Anyways, I went for the blood test that morning. At the end of the day, I am a lady that likes to look things in the eye and take the bull by the horns. If not, why not? I sat the day, in my office, waiting for the phone to ring. I hardly went to the loo, not to miss that phone call. And then it happened, the doctor’s voice on the other line: “Natasha, you are pregnant!! The count is so high, I am expecting twins!!!!!!!” What!!!! I was in tears, I just thanked her, I couldn’t speak to her much longer, and I had to tell my husband.
At that time, Mr. V was at a friend’s, I walked in, told him the news, and tears were flowing, I drove around town and told everyone, my mom, my sister, I just couldn’t work any longer.
We were ecstatic!!!!!
First sonar: 7 October 2010
Round 2 – Insemination
2 September 2010
Today I went to the doctor to see if any eggs are available for fertilization, and yes. So, we are ready for lift off. We will be doing the insemination 4 September 2010.
4 September 2010
On this glorious Saturday morning, my mom and I tackled the doctors’ offices to be fertilized. My mother being the support, of course. While lying with open legs in the air, we started talking about the hot, French dude staring in Brothers and Sisters at the moment. And I can clearly remember that I said I wouldn’t mind having me some of that. This, in return, took my mind of the task at hand.
Hubby was playing golf, so I spend the rest of the morning, still legs in the air, at my mother’s house. Being spoiled rotten to the bone, she just more than willing to do everything for me. While dad and myself where watching movies.
And the trick, I think, is this: RELAX!!!!! It will happen when the time is right, there’s a higher hand within all this.
DIARY ENTRY: 25 August 2010
Was vandag in Knysna, het kort-kort aan Olivia gedink en ook tannie
Alwena. Pragtige dag gewees. Lekker warm. Beautifull!!!
My notes from my studies:
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Low fat -
Low sugar -
Low caff
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High fibre -
2l water -
Exercise
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Breakfast -
Regular sleep -Evening
primrose
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Probiotics -
Organic foods -
Fish & Fish oil (Omega 3)
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Less Cheese -
Magnesium
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B6 (cauliflower; bananas; broccoli)
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Fresh fruit and veg (beans; cabbage)
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Zinc (oats; nuts; egg yolks; lamb; rye)
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Omega 6 (nuts & seeds)
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Vit A (carrots; squash; sweet potatoes)
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Vit C (green veg; kiwi; tomatoes)
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Vit E (nuts; avo’s; beans; sweet potatoes)
DIARY ENTRY: 24 August 2010
Oefen? Mr V rook? Drink? Eet?
By Dr S.
So begin nr. 2. Sukkel om die sigs neer te sit. My vel is ietsie kleins om oor bekommerd te wees. Mr. V baie stil vanaand, ek haat dit as hy so huis toe kom. Het gevra wat fout is, maar niks. Voel altyd of hy vir my kwaad is. Ek’s vandag baie dankbaar dat my pa nog leef en gesond is, kry vir Olivia baie jammer. En ek het weer vandag besef dat ek ‘n baie goeie man het en dit moet ek waardeer. Hy is my silent steun pilaar.
Bid vanaand vir:
- Olivia se pa se gesondheid
- Seen my huwelik en my man, familie en vriende.
So, today I start treatment nr. 2 . Pitched up at the doctor with a slight headache from all the drama the previous night. Eyes a bit swollen from crying. And my mood a bit gloomy. After a very much needed hug and some encouraging words, we started the whole cycle all over again.
Today I promised myself I will not go into this without all the knowledge I can gather.
I went to the library, read all the books on falling pregnant and which foods will assist, what to do and what not to do. What to eat/drink and what not. I have all the information, my ammunition, now I will tackle this with both hands, head on. I’m ready!!!!
By Dr S.
So begin nr. 2. Sukkel om die sigs neer te sit. My vel is ietsie kleins om oor bekommerd te wees. Mr. V baie stil vanaand, ek haat dit as hy so huis toe kom. Het gevra wat fout is, maar niks. Voel altyd of hy vir my kwaad is. Ek’s vandag baie dankbaar dat my pa nog leef en gesond is, kry vir Olivia baie jammer. En ek het weer vandag besef dat ek ‘n baie goeie man het en dit moet ek waardeer. Hy is my silent steun pilaar.
Bid vanaand vir:
- Olivia se pa se gesondheid
- Seen my huwelik en my man, familie en vriende.
So, today I start treatment nr. 2 . Pitched up at the doctor with a slight headache from all the drama the previous night. Eyes a bit swollen from crying. And my mood a bit gloomy. After a very much needed hug and some encouraging words, we started the whole cycle all over again.
Today I promised myself I will not go into this without all the knowledge I can gather.
I went to the library, read all the books on falling pregnant and which foods will assist, what to do and what not to do. What to eat/drink and what not. I have all the information, my ammunition, now I will tackle this with both hands, head on. I’m ready!!!!
A Dark 24 August 2010
Today I’m on my way to work in mossel Bay and as I stop at my client and get back to my car, I see it. A massive screw is stuck in my wheel and well, about R1 000.00 later, I had to replace the tyre. Now this might seem like a small event, but when on hormones and counting the days until 2 weeks to find out if you’re pregnant, a small incident like this, can crack you.
From Tiger Wheel and Tyre, after a much needed strong, sweet cup of Rooibos, I moved on to my next client. When I arrived and visited the bathroom, my worst nightmare came true. Obviously, with discovering that I have just started my period, I knew, this didn’t work. Trying to keep a straight face and trying to do my job, while, on the inside, wanting to break down.
When reaching the office later that day, I had to share my new discovery. If it is so difficult to tell my much loved colleagues, how am I going to be able to tell my husband? Will he think that this was my fault? I battled to stay focused the rest of day, fuck this, I’m going home. Got home, but hubby wasn’t there, I cannot be alone. Got to my parents house and they have guests. But the great thing of having a wonderful mother like I have is this, as soon as I walked in and she saw the look on my face, she knew, something is seriously wrong. And before I could say anything, I burst out into tears. Thinking back now, her guest must have thought “what the hell?”
After another cup of strong, sweet tea, I gather what I had left and went to share this news with hubby. To be honest, a little bit afraid of what might be said. As I walked in he could obviously notice by my very red eyes that something is wrong. After breaking the news and having a couple of his cigarettes, he just said, and then we will do it again.
That night I did what I could to make myself feel better.............chocolates, coffee, cigarettes, whatever we had at home, I used it. Went to bed, wrote the following in my dairy, prayed to God, picked up my courage and strength that I had left and went for round nr. 2 the next morning.
DAIRY ENTRY:
So, try nr 1 het nie gewerk nie. Nie meer so hartseer nie, ogies moeg en branderig, maar okay. Nou weet ek waarvoor om myself in te laat. Baie vrae om more te vra. Ewe skielik is die tyre incident nie meer so ‘n groot issue nie. Die Here het vir my ‘n pad. Hy het my geken nog voordat ek gebore was. Hy sal vir my en Vallie gee wat ons toe kom. Daar is soveel om voor dankbaar te wees. In plaas van 5 gesmuchde naels, het ek vanaand net 2. Ek wil weer begin oefen, beter voel oor myself, om sexy te lyk in my nuwe jeans.
Here dankie:
- ‘n Wonderlike man
- Ondersteunende ouers en Nicky
- My tak het vandag gekook, 10 kwotasies gedoen
LIEFDE!! HOOP!!!
From Tiger Wheel and Tyre, after a much needed strong, sweet cup of Rooibos, I moved on to my next client. When I arrived and visited the bathroom, my worst nightmare came true. Obviously, with discovering that I have just started my period, I knew, this didn’t work. Trying to keep a straight face and trying to do my job, while, on the inside, wanting to break down.
When reaching the office later that day, I had to share my new discovery. If it is so difficult to tell my much loved colleagues, how am I going to be able to tell my husband? Will he think that this was my fault? I battled to stay focused the rest of day, fuck this, I’m going home. Got home, but hubby wasn’t there, I cannot be alone. Got to my parents house and they have guests. But the great thing of having a wonderful mother like I have is this, as soon as I walked in and she saw the look on my face, she knew, something is seriously wrong. And before I could say anything, I burst out into tears. Thinking back now, her guest must have thought “what the hell?”
After another cup of strong, sweet tea, I gather what I had left and went to share this news with hubby. To be honest, a little bit afraid of what might be said. As I walked in he could obviously notice by my very red eyes that something is wrong. After breaking the news and having a couple of his cigarettes, he just said, and then we will do it again.
That night I did what I could to make myself feel better.............chocolates, coffee, cigarettes, whatever we had at home, I used it. Went to bed, wrote the following in my dairy, prayed to God, picked up my courage and strength that I had left and went for round nr. 2 the next morning.
DAIRY ENTRY:
So, try nr 1 het nie gewerk nie. Nie meer so hartseer nie, ogies moeg en branderig, maar okay. Nou weet ek waarvoor om myself in te laat. Baie vrae om more te vra. Ewe skielik is die tyre incident nie meer so ‘n groot issue nie. Die Here het vir my ‘n pad. Hy het my geken nog voordat ek gebore was. Hy sal vir my en Vallie gee wat ons toe kom. Daar is soveel om voor dankbaar te wees. In plaas van 5 gesmuchde naels, het ek vanaand net 2. Ek wil weer begin oefen, beter voel oor myself, om sexy te lyk in my nuwe jeans.
Here dankie:
- ‘n Wonderlike man
- Ondersteunende ouers en Nicky
- My tak het vandag gekook, 10 kwotasies gedoen
LIEFDE!! HOOP!!!
Tuesday, 12 June 2012
10 August - First Insemination
This morning at 10:00 I will be going for my very first insemination. Emotions are running high, but we’re confident. Every couple/woman silently hopes and believes that the first one will be THE only one.
So, with anticipation, I placed the cup for Mr. V’s disposal next to the bed. And awaited at my dad’s place and waited for the phone call: “It’s ready!” With this small cup placed between my legs, trying to keep it warm, I drove from our farm about 20 kilometres from the Pathologists, dodging people, other cars and all this at around 8 in the morning. School traffic and all.
Surviving the traffic and not killing anyone on my way, I reached Ampath. Dropped of the sample and waited for the phone call, which will reach me within about one hour.
Phone rang: and sample was ready for collection. Went to pick the sample up and received a long tube, when I left a small pot? But anyway, pushed the tube under my arm, to stay warm, and drove like a devil’s child to the gynaecologist’s offices. Got there, waited, went flat on my back and the small, perfect sperm was released into my well oiled and very much drugged up uterus.
Now, the waiting game waits...............................
The funny thing after this whole rushed experience is the fact that I walked out of that office feeling that I was supposed to sow my legs together, just in case something though about escaping. I felt like the everyone was looking at me and knew what had happened that day. That afternoon I flew to Johannesburg for business and I was treated like a porcelain doll, not only by my colleagues, but also by myself.
If only I knew.............................................
So, with anticipation, I placed the cup for Mr. V’s disposal next to the bed. And awaited at my dad’s place and waited for the phone call: “It’s ready!” With this small cup placed between my legs, trying to keep it warm, I drove from our farm about 20 kilometres from the Pathologists, dodging people, other cars and all this at around 8 in the morning. School traffic and all.
Surviving the traffic and not killing anyone on my way, I reached Ampath. Dropped of the sample and waited for the phone call, which will reach me within about one hour.
Phone rang: and sample was ready for collection. Went to pick the sample up and received a long tube, when I left a small pot? But anyway, pushed the tube under my arm, to stay warm, and drove like a devil’s child to the gynaecologist’s offices. Got there, waited, went flat on my back and the small, perfect sperm was released into my well oiled and very much drugged up uterus.
Now, the waiting game waits...............................
The funny thing after this whole rushed experience is the fact that I walked out of that office feeling that I was supposed to sow my legs together, just in case something though about escaping. I felt like the everyone was looking at me and knew what had happened that day. That afternoon I flew to Johannesburg for business and I was treated like a porcelain doll, not only by my colleagues, but also by myself.
If only I knew.............................................
The Schedule
The Schedule looked something like this:
23 August 2010 till 19 September 2011
- The 16:00 -18:00, was the time I was to inject myself into my stomach. Every other second day.
- Please note that I have also shown on which was the last day of my cycle we were allowed to still have sex. It wasn’t easy doing to such a tight schedule and then still trying to be spontaneous about it.
- Day 11 was the day the day I gone for a check up to see if I have produced any eggs. And if it will be possible to do the insemination and if everything is still working according to plan.
- Day 13 was THE day. Hubby had to produce the healthy sperm and it was planted in.
23 August 2010 till 19 September 2011
Day 1
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Day 2
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Day 3
Fertomid
Menopur 16:00-18:00
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Day 4
Fertomid
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Day 5
Fertomid
Menopur 16:00-18:00
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Day 6
Fertomid
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Day 7
Fertomid
Menopur 16:00-18:00
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Day 8
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Day 9
Menopur
16:00-18:00
Progynova
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Day 10
Progynova
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Day 11
Progynova
Dr Shuda
Last sex day
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Day 12
Progynova
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Day 13
Progynova
Insemination
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Day 14
Progynova
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Day 15
Progynova
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Day 16
Progynova
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Day 17
Progynova
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Day 18
Progynova
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Day 19
Progynova
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Day 20
Progynova
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Day 21
Progynova
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Day 22
Progynova
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Day 23
Progynova
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Day 24
Progynova
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Day 25
Progynova
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Day 26
Progynova
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Day 27
Progynova
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Day 28
Progynova
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EXPLANATION:
- Please note that I have also shown on which was the last day of my cycle we were allowed to still have sex. It wasn’t easy doing to such a tight schedule and then still trying to be spontaneous about it.
- Day 11 was the day the day I gone for a check up to see if I have produced any eggs. And if it will be possible to do the insemination and if everything is still working according to plan.
- Day 13 was THE day. Hubby had to produce the healthy sperm and it was planted in.
Monday, 11 June 2012
What a support system
A support system, and you think when I talk about support, it’s the kind of support the Springboks get while playing against Australia. No, this is the kind of support that will chaperone the kids around when you are engaged. Or the kinds that will come during thunder and hard rains and try to settle a sick child. The people that will not think twice as to lie next to your side when you are emotionally drown. When trying to take care of 3 little newborn babies, keeping a marriage together, trying to go to work and begging for a social life, allot of things, for yourself, as mother, gets lots and forgotten. Even the basic need to eat is seen as a luxury. Never mind the washing or even the dishes. I remember very specific days/weekends when I was totally at the end of the road. Didn’t know where to turn or how to get where I was going. When babies fall sick, you as new mother want to know exactly what’s wrong and how to fix it. The main problem, being, of course, that you do not have clue, not because you’re incompetent, but just because it’s NEW. How are you supposed to know? And it’s okay not to know?
So, with this in mind. There is certain people that I would like to thank from the bottom of my heart. I know that I wouldn’t be able to do allot of this if it wasn’t for your SUPPORT, LOVE, UNDERSTANDMENT.
My brother and sister-in-law. Thank you for being such great people and everything that you have to for me. From the support that we have received when deciding to go through with the insemination until now. As well as the times that I know, my hubby needed advice or a shoulder. Thank you so much.
My mothers...............were to begin. I will definitely not be able to be the mother I am trying to be today, if it wasn’t for you being such a GREAT mother to me. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!! You’ve held my hand during insemination, was there to witness the birth of you first born girls and helped me to shape them until today. I’m afraid to say, that I might have been insane if it wasn’t for you being my rock/my hard place. Thank you for always being willing to help, feed, bottle, burp, and make sandwiches, whatever I needed.
To my darling sister and brother-n-law, I have a very peaceful feeling within myself, knowing that the 2 of you will be the other direction arrows in my children’s lives. I love you both with my whole heart. And thank you for always being such an encouragement and great parents to your own child. Thank you for being such a great example in parents.
Dad, thank you for being my foundation. Always very eager to give a well deserved hug. I love you!!!
Then to my work colleagues and friends. Thank you for feeling sorry for me when I needed it. For giving advice when I had a hard time. For sharing a glass of wine or cup of coffee with me. Thank you so much. I know some of you will not even remember that moment, but there is a memorable moment with every friend that is cherished close to my heart.
My brother and sister-in-law. Thank you for being such great people and everything that you have to for me. From the support that we have received when deciding to go through with the insemination until now. As well as the times that I know, my hubby needed advice or a shoulder. Thank you so much.
My mothers...............were to begin. I will definitely not be able to be the mother I am trying to be today, if it wasn’t for you being such a GREAT mother to me. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!! You’ve held my hand during insemination, was there to witness the birth of you first born girls and helped me to shape them until today. I’m afraid to say, that I might have been insane if it wasn’t for you being my rock/my hard place. Thank you for always being willing to help, feed, bottle, burp, and make sandwiches, whatever I needed.
To my darling sister and brother-n-law, I have a very peaceful feeling within myself, knowing that the 2 of you will be the other direction arrows in my children’s lives. I love you both with my whole heart. And thank you for always being such an encouragement and great parents to your own child. Thank you for being such a great example in parents.
Dad, thank you for being my foundation. Always very eager to give a well deserved hug. I love you!!!
Then to my work colleagues and friends. Thank you for feeling sorry for me when I needed it. For giving advice when I had a hard time. For sharing a glass of wine or cup of coffee with me. Thank you so much. I know some of you will not even remember that moment, but there is a memorable moment with every friend that is cherished close to my heart.
Sunday, 10 June 2012
First Treatment
Date: 30 July 2010
Time: 8:45
Where: Gynaecologist offices
Time: 8:45
Where: Gynaecologist offices
On this Friday morning, with mixed feelings hanging over my head, motion sickness, anxiety, excitement, we started another new journey.
I walked into the office, not knowing what to expect. Thinking back now, I think my heart was pounding so hard, it might have caused an earthquake. Obviously the doctor wasn't as nervous as I was, so one of us was thinking clearly. (Thank goodness)
After receiving the news that we will not conceive naturally and that we will have to do insemination and receiving all the steps, a list of meds, when to take them, how to take them, a schedule, a price list and allot of confusion I stepped out of the doctor’s office. It felt to me I had to take on the world with all this news that I have just received. I know some people went through more difficulties and much more disappointments, but at the end of the day, no woman/couple wants to go through something like this. Every woman would like to life their fantasy, the big, white wedding. Having great sex with the man that she loves. Pee on a stick, and wham bam you’re pregnant and the whole world loves you and everything is just peaches and roses. Well, we discovered that this is not the case. And you should be a fool if you think this is how it works. Maybe, for some couples, but not for us. At least, now I know that all is worth the wait, money, etc, etc. But then you had no freaking clue. And who do you talk to, because only so many people truly understand.
So, with a prescription as long as my arm I went into the world. Paid R1000.00 for 4 injections and totally understand how it must feel to be a junky. Injecting certain times of the day, only certain days, in all sorts of different places, in my stomach, in the bathroom of a restaurant. (Getting my fix)
Then still popping different pills any other day. It was hard work and allot of calculation to get this cycle on track and then of course keeping it on track.
And with every injection, almost internally freaking out, because, what if I’m doing it wrong? How should I know what the right way?
Just so much confusion. And fucking scared.
While doing the meds and injections and going for regular check up to see if everything is on track, like is the eggs available, etc, etc. I tried also to keep my body as clean as possible, call it a green house if you dare.
There’s allot to keep in mind when building the puzzle when conceiving, obviously you need one healthy, perfectly round egg and one perfectly shaped sperm, with head and tail. After the fastest, fittest sperm wins, he still needs to meet up with the egg. Then the sperm needs to break the very protective barrier around the egg, enter the egg and voila you have a fertilized egg. But that is still only the beginning. That fertilized egg still needs to attach itself to the uterus wall, which in the mean while has been thickening itself to welcome this egg. Now, of every piece of this puzzle there is some sort of pill to pop. And then another to keep the uterus wall thick, you pop some more. Cherry on the cake, this is only about 3 days of the whole 21 day cycle. So there is more popping before this process and some more popping after this process. Just to reach the end of this process and find out that the corner piece of the puzzle is missing and you need to rebuild the whole fucking puzzle again. So, I hope you get the idea.
I walked into the office, not knowing what to expect. Thinking back now, I think my heart was pounding so hard, it might have caused an earthquake. Obviously the doctor wasn't as nervous as I was, so one of us was thinking clearly. (Thank goodness)
After receiving the news that we will not conceive naturally and that we will have to do insemination and receiving all the steps, a list of meds, when to take them, how to take them, a schedule, a price list and allot of confusion I stepped out of the doctor’s office. It felt to me I had to take on the world with all this news that I have just received. I know some people went through more difficulties and much more disappointments, but at the end of the day, no woman/couple wants to go through something like this. Every woman would like to life their fantasy, the big, white wedding. Having great sex with the man that she loves. Pee on a stick, and wham bam you’re pregnant and the whole world loves you and everything is just peaches and roses. Well, we discovered that this is not the case. And you should be a fool if you think this is how it works. Maybe, for some couples, but not for us. At least, now I know that all is worth the wait, money, etc, etc. But then you had no freaking clue. And who do you talk to, because only so many people truly understand.
So, with a prescription as long as my arm I went into the world. Paid R1000.00 for 4 injections and totally understand how it must feel to be a junky. Injecting certain times of the day, only certain days, in all sorts of different places, in my stomach, in the bathroom of a restaurant. (Getting my fix)
Then still popping different pills any other day. It was hard work and allot of calculation to get this cycle on track and then of course keeping it on track.
And with every injection, almost internally freaking out, because, what if I’m doing it wrong? How should I know what the right way?
Just so much confusion. And fucking scared.
While doing the meds and injections and going for regular check up to see if everything is on track, like is the eggs available, etc, etc. I tried also to keep my body as clean as possible, call it a green house if you dare.
There’s allot to keep in mind when building the puzzle when conceiving, obviously you need one healthy, perfectly round egg and one perfectly shaped sperm, with head and tail. After the fastest, fittest sperm wins, he still needs to meet up with the egg. Then the sperm needs to break the very protective barrier around the egg, enter the egg and voila you have a fertilized egg. But that is still only the beginning. That fertilized egg still needs to attach itself to the uterus wall, which in the mean while has been thickening itself to welcome this egg. Now, of every piece of this puzzle there is some sort of pill to pop. And then another to keep the uterus wall thick, you pop some more. Cherry on the cake, this is only about 3 days of the whole 21 day cycle. So there is more popping before this process and some more popping after this process. Just to reach the end of this process and find out that the corner piece of the puzzle is missing and you need to rebuild the whole fucking puzzle again. So, I hope you get the idea.
My rock, my Love!
After having my heart broken a couple of times and every time thinking: "this is the one".............Mr V fell into my life.
I have to declare that we have had our fair share of shit that life has to give, financial difficulties, sadness, death, etc, etc. But we have also enjoyed the great things that life has to offer and God gave to us, like each other.
I can say without any hesitation in my heart or mind, that my hubby loves me with his whole being. Even when I was pumped up on hormones and giving him loads of grief. Or the times when I wasn't pumped up on hormones and STILL giving him grief. And, of course, the times I was balling my eyes out, looking like a racoon, with my not-so-waterproof mascara running down my face. (Please note, this is how real woman look like when they cry and not like Julia Robert in Notting Hill.)
I will not be able to do what I do or be the person I am today if it wasn't for the understanding, support and love from my wonderfull husband.
My only wish is this: That my girls will find themselfs, standing next to their life partners, one day, thinking this man is as great as my father.
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!
I can say without any hesitation in my heart or mind, that my hubby loves me with his whole being. Even when I was pumped up on hormones and giving him loads of grief. Or the times when I wasn't pumped up on hormones and STILL giving him grief. And, of course, the times I was balling my eyes out, looking like a racoon, with my not-so-waterproof mascara running down my face. (Please note, this is how real woman look like when they cry and not like Julia Robert in Notting Hill.)
I will not be able to do what I do or be the person I am today if it wasn't for the understanding, support and love from my wonderfull husband.
My only wish is this: That my girls will find themselfs, standing next to their life partners, one day, thinking this man is as great as my father.
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!
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