A simple dream to achieve – or so I thought!
When I was twenty one I got married. Too young, not suited but with ‘my dream’ in my head I pressed on regardless. Immediately we started trying for a honeymoon baby. You take it for granted don’t you? It does not enter your head for one minute that it won’t happen. Every month I would feel imaginary things and think ‘this month, I know it’s going to be the one’. Then you have that dreaded moment, your period arrives, along with the tears. I had many years of crying in the bathroom and trying to convince myself that ‘it didn’t really matter’ as I flushed my dreams down the toilet. When people used to ask if I wanted children, I just used to say ‘No’, it was easier than telling the truth, that I was a big fat failure. Yet more tears and tests followed. Then IVF. Heartbreaking? – Yes. Emotional? – Yes. Expensive? – Very. Was it worth it? It was something I had to go through, rightly or wrongly. I had three sets of IVF over the period of about a year. My marriage was falling apart but I ignored this, I just wanted my baby. I did not care about anything else. I was a driven woman that could only see one outcome, I carried on regardless. I ignored the fact, my then husband, was making murmurings about the fact he never wanted children anyway, at least not with me. All I could think was ‘this is my dream how dare you try and spoil it’. After all that emotional pain, my dream had ended, my husband was gone and so was all the money but that fact was irrelevant. After being single for two years I met the love of my life. He knew about my previous problems but for the first time I just wanted to be with him, not his sperm! Anyway he said any problems thrown at us we would solve together. Six months after we met we found out we were pregnant, a dream come true for both of us and it had happened naturally. In 2004 my first son was born, a whole new set of worries confronted us – he was seven weeks premature. Thank God though he was fine. In 2005 our little girl followed – again another set of problems, I had post natal depression. Nearly four years later I am still suffering from this off and on. In December I gave birth to a beautiful little boy – who at this very moment is screaming his head off because he is teething – I thank God at how lucky I have been to have gone through the heart break of infertility and then to be blessed with these three beautiful children, without which I know I would be nothing. They are my world and they are what my dreams are made of. My husband says we have to stop at three, last night I informed him our baby making days are far from over – he just looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights!.......Baby now red as a beetroot so will have to stop typing and give him a mummy cuddle!