I try not to do the woe-is-mes around this trying for baby number two on purpose. But sometimes I just get damn well triggered.
Like today at Playgroup it seemed like every second Mum had a bump and was commiserating with another bump-Mum about pregnancy complications. Or there were the Mums juggling a toddler and a baby simultanenously whilst talking about the woes of the Mum-of-two balancing act. I had a moment in which I had to blink away the tears.
Don't they know how lucky they are?
To experience morning sickness again would be a dream. In fact I welcome every pregnancy symptom under the sun should I be lucky enough to fall pregnant! I look forward to the chaos of managing two preschoolers. Somehow as a Mum of one thus far I feel as though my mothering skills have not had the opportunity to be stretched to full capacity.
I'm a good Mum - a stay-at-home Mum who takes her two year and eight month old to Playgroup twice a week, music and to swimming lessons. We go to the beach, to the playground, and for big walks at the local motorcamp. Twice a week there are playdates where little under-three friendships are forming.
I love cooking tea for my wee family and putting out snacks and making lunch for my little girl. Watching her grow up thus far has been an honour and sometimes I can't believe I'm actually a Mum. For these reasons I want to experience motherhood again. I want to know what it feels like to have a completely different personality in the house. There are a thousand different reasons why I want another child but I'm not going to list them all for fear of sounding corny.
I just plead to God some days, why me? Why can't I be a Mum-of-two like all those other Mums out there?
All I can do is trust that the God of my understanding will answer my burning desire to have another child in his own time and in his own way. Somehow I feel my journey in trying to conceive for baby number two has only just begun.
This blog diaries my secondary infertility journey, which lasted five and a half years. It includes premature menopause and going through the adoptive process (and not being selected). My journey started and finished with one child.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
My back story
I started dating my husband-to-be when I was thirty - two years old. We married when I was thirty-five. One of the main reasons we married was so we could have children. We started to try for a family within months of getting hitched.
Because of my age, I chose to go to Natural Fertility New Zealand so I could learn all about charting etc. I had no idea at this point whether I was fertile or not but thought as long as we were trying when I was ovulating, our chances of conceiving would be considerably higher. Somewhat surprisingly I was pregnant within three months. I knew I was for sure as my period was never late, and I had strong smell aversions.
Two years and eight months ago I had my daughter via an emergency c-section. She was in foetal distress in response to some undiagnosed pain I'd been experiencing for three weeks before her delivery. After the c-section my right ovary was found, blackened and torted and it was subsequently removed.
I was warned by the obstertician that if I wanted any more kids, that I should act "sooner rather than later." However after a c-section and just a general settling-down period within motherhood, I really wasn't ready to get back on to the horse as such until eighteen months after my daughter's arrival. I had just turned thirty-six.
For the first few months of trying it become apparent that I was probably only ovulating every second cycle due to the erratic nature of my periods. However I did manage to conceive but had what is termed a "chemical pregnancy" and miscarried at six weeks. This was in December 2006.
I barely drink alcohol. I eliminated sugar and caffeine from my diet in response to my miscarriage as I had heard that all three vices could be contributing factors. As a result I dropped 7 kg.
April 2007 I sought the help from a herbalist and a few months later added an acupuncturist to the mix. At the same time I sought medical advice and was given a prescription for Clomid from a gynaecologist . However at the time (the earlier part of 2007), I didn't feel ready to take a fertility drug and made a decision to stick to the natural remedies til the end of 2007.
As the end of 2007 approaches I have to accept the fact that neither the herbs or acupuncture have worked for me. My periods are more erratic than ever. At this point in time (November 2007) I haven't menstruated for three months. In the last few weeks I've had several blood tests to check my hormones and thyroids. In a couple of weeks I'm having an ultra-sound to see if there might be a cyst in there due to some unexplained bloating. I'm now thirty-nine years old.
I have found a Progesterone Cream on the New Zealand market which may or may not work for me. Firstly I have to do a saliva test and then a phone consult.
In January 2008 I have a tentative booking with a Doctor from Wellington who specialises in "women issues". My current Doctor is useless as far as hormonal imbalances go and so I recognise it is time to find one who is up with the play.
So until my period returns, this is all I can do.
Once it does, I'm pretty sure I will give Clomid a go.
Because of my age, I chose to go to Natural Fertility New Zealand so I could learn all about charting etc. I had no idea at this point whether I was fertile or not but thought as long as we were trying when I was ovulating, our chances of conceiving would be considerably higher. Somewhat surprisingly I was pregnant within three months. I knew I was for sure as my period was never late, and I had strong smell aversions.
Two years and eight months ago I had my daughter via an emergency c-section. She was in foetal distress in response to some undiagnosed pain I'd been experiencing for three weeks before her delivery. After the c-section my right ovary was found, blackened and torted and it was subsequently removed.
I was warned by the obstertician that if I wanted any more kids, that I should act "sooner rather than later." However after a c-section and just a general settling-down period within motherhood, I really wasn't ready to get back on to the horse as such until eighteen months after my daughter's arrival. I had just turned thirty-six.
For the first few months of trying it become apparent that I was probably only ovulating every second cycle due to the erratic nature of my periods. However I did manage to conceive but had what is termed a "chemical pregnancy" and miscarried at six weeks. This was in December 2006.
I barely drink alcohol. I eliminated sugar and caffeine from my diet in response to my miscarriage as I had heard that all three vices could be contributing factors. As a result I dropped 7 kg.
April 2007 I sought the help from a herbalist and a few months later added an acupuncturist to the mix. At the same time I sought medical advice and was given a prescription for Clomid from a gynaecologist . However at the time (the earlier part of 2007), I didn't feel ready to take a fertility drug and made a decision to stick to the natural remedies til the end of 2007.
As the end of 2007 approaches I have to accept the fact that neither the herbs or acupuncture have worked for me. My periods are more erratic than ever. At this point in time (November 2007) I haven't menstruated for three months. In the last few weeks I've had several blood tests to check my hormones and thyroids. In a couple of weeks I'm having an ultra-sound to see if there might be a cyst in there due to some unexplained bloating. I'm now thirty-nine years old.
I have found a Progesterone Cream on the New Zealand market which may or may not work for me. Firstly I have to do a saliva test and then a phone consult.
In January 2008 I have a tentative booking with a Doctor from Wellington who specialises in "women issues". My current Doctor is useless as far as hormonal imbalances go and so I recognise it is time to find one who is up with the play.
So until my period returns, this is all I can do.
Once it does, I'm pretty sure I will give Clomid a go.
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