I've always wanted babies. Only at the right time. Which is why I spent the majority of my 20's setting an alarm on my phone to remind me to take a little tablet that would stop them coming at the wrong time. I was completely regimented with it, I had the alarm, would take my tablet, would do a little cough to make sure it wasn't hiding in my throat and then I'd drink a glass of water again. After all, my ability to produce offspring was never in doubt. How could it be when I myself was the product of failed contraception! My mom was on the pill when she had me! She blames a rogue toe nail and an operation to remove it....! My sister only had to think about a baby and she produced one. Which is why it was so so so so so so important to set that reminder and stop me having a baby at the wrong time.....
Turns out, my alarm setting skills weren't actually necessary- cos for me, it wasn't going to be that easy to have myself a little bambino! It would seem for me the getting pregnant bit was a bit easier (in the beginning anyway...) it was the staying pregnant that was the problem. But of course I didn't know this until well into my 30's because I had been fantastic at not getting pregnant in the first place! (still with me?!).
Journeys are important. My journey to motherhood has been bumpy. Messy. Heart breaking. But I got there in the end. I will go into more detail in the future about some of the pit stops and how I eventually managed to carry a pregnancy through. But for today I will chuckle to myself at the sheer panic I use to have if I was even one minute over taking my little anti baby making tablet, believing I was as fertile as a Jeremy Kyle guest and my body was a first class aga oven. I'm glad I can laugh now, because I'm typing this next to my two little boys fighting sleep in their cribs.
As the title suggests, I have moved on from thinking I would be a perfect candidate for Jeremy Kyle and am now thinking my story would be a great This Morning piece! Actually my story alone would be a great 5 min segment, but combined with my friend Laura's- it would definitely involve a phone in!
It's not my place to tell you Laura's journey- I'll get her as a guest blogger soon. I will however start to tell you mine.....inspired in part by Mabel -an old lady we met in the Harvester today. She was attending her friends 80th birthday meal and noticed my twins and their pal, Laura's son. As with all old ladies she was in love with all the boys....and out of nowhere said.... "My grandson wants children and they are trying IVF but its not working..." It was then that I was able to repay the favour that people have paid me.....I was able to pass on some hope. At that moment right in front of Mabel were 3 beautiful boys who were there through the miracle of IVF. I'm not sure she could believe her eyes, so much so that meant she missed the singing of Happy Birthday to her mate Thelma! I'm sure Thelma will forgive her!
So there you have it.....the first bit of info about how my boys got here. I'll share more and hopefully a bit of hope along the way,