Hope everyone had a great weekend.
Well this the post that I thought I should write now.
The long road to children.
My first pregnancy was not the best experience I have had and not sure where to start to tell you about it, so may just start at the start and tell you this is not something I wish on anyone so if there is too much information I am sorry.
I have PCOS and so it was hard to conceive a baby to start with so after a trip to GP and being told that I was ok and that I need to relax we tried for over 6 months and I still felt that something else was wrong so back to GP and tell him I want to see a specialist finally I have my referral and off I go to see my fertility specialist.
First visit was told I need fertility drugs or IVF to conceive will admit I learnt to trust what he said very quicky. So off I went with my prescription for Clomid and the instructions to follow. I went back to see him at day 14 of my cycle to have an internal ultrasound which I would have every month for the next 5 months until I feel pregnant on the last round of Clomid .
After this round the fun started had a lot of morning sickness more then what I should be doing, I worked throughout all of this and I meet a wonderful OBGYN who would take car of me for many years to come.
At my 12 week scan(which I went alone too) the operator left the room suddenly and I got worried the next thing I know a Dr. has come in and asked me when I see my obgyn again I tell them a months time and they then phone her to see me straight away, as luck would have it she was in the hospital so saw her and then she told me I had what they call a Molar Pregnancy (I went white and was scared by now) it was the very rare kind you could have (An extremely rare version of a partial mole is when twins are conceived but one embryo begins to develop normally while the other is a mole. In these cases, the healthy embryo will very quickly be consumed by the abnormal growth)
In the next 2 weeks after being told that I was rushed to Melbourne to confirm this is what it was and on the ultrasound screen I saw a happy healthy fetus growing......but that was to change.
2 days later I was having surgery to basically save my life and the life of my uterus(my baby had to be aborted to save me) on the operation table I had a thyroid storm which is a result of my molar pregnancy.I NEARLY DIED. and then being told you might need chemotherapy to make sure there is no cells left was hard to hear.
I spend a month in hospital the dr amazed at my recovery and determination. I was spent home at this stage healthy and ready to try again, but nothing goes smoothly and I am rushed back in to hospital again 2 weeks later with a massive bleed and vomiting.
I was to have chemotherapy so I add another dr to my many I have now. He is fantastic, so now every 2 weeks I am having chemotherapy (hospital on Friday afternoon, home on Saturday morning and trying to work on Monday) the only thing that I could do was sit and paint my nails being hooked up to a iv pump, after 3 rounds (6 weeks in total) I was told my numbers were good and that I did not need anymore, my hair thinned out which made me cry.....but the biggest shock was still to come.
1 month after chemo had finished my dr and Obgyn told me that when I had that massive bleed and vomit my body was getting rid of what it need to do......so I may not have need chemo in the first place.
So now have a 12 month wait to be able to try to have a baby while having monthly blood draws my veins run now when they see a needle.
With the help of my obgyn I made it to 9 month and was told I could try again under very close supervision.
So that is the road next time my pregnancies.