I don’t consider myself a writer or a blogger. Well until now. So this is me coming to terms with our triple threat at 29. I have reached week 15 with the 3 little bundles and I am aiming for this blog to help me embrace this next phase of our lives, as it’s been a steady start. Actually, this blog is serving a few purposes, I also want to offer a way for my family to follow the journey and a perspective for new mums out there, in a similar situation. When I found out I was pregnant with triplets at 4 weeks, I googled triplets and all that came up was American stories, scary situations and photographs of very large women. I know they are unavoidable but hopefully this blog will offer a different perspective. I’m not saying I won’t be large or promising happy endings….maybe just the journey.
So how did I get myself into this situation…when I was 23 I was diagnosed with PCOS after a stint off the pill. It’s nothing unusual, with 10% of females of child bearing age with PCOS in Australia and often don’t even know about it. So I was one of the lucky ones, in that I found out early and always knew that it might be a little harder for me to fall pregnant.
The better part of me, Pat, proposed to me in 2012 in Western Australian and we got married in 2013 on my family property in Queensland. The thought of children always excited us, although we weren’t quite ready, wanting to travel carelessly a few more times and settle back in our home state Queensland (we were than living in Western Australia). In 2014 everything was beginning to line up. We had a month long holiday in USA, we both landed jobs back in Queensland, bought a house in Brisbane and finally got a dog (something Pat had wanted to do since we got together in 2008). So next in line were children.
So we had some fun and started trying. As time went by, nothing happened. I got a packet of ovulation sticks from my sister-in-law and was able to see I never actually ovulated. Of course I hoped for the best, so often took a pregnancy test when I felt a bit off or different. They obviously came back negative each time. Throughout this period I would often day dream about the thought of having a baby. I imagined his/her room, how they might look, the cuddles and everything wonderful that comes along with a baby…what a dream.
After 4 months of trying we took ourselves off to the GP who referred us onto a fertility specialist. We tried the drug Clomid for a while. It was relatively painless, other then the effort of getting blood tests every 3 days to see if it was working. Again nothing happened, my body didn’t even flinch with the drug (this happens for less than 5% who try Clomid).
So we amped up the anty to hormone replacement therapy and I used a drug called gonal-f. It took a bit more of a toll on me emotionally as I had to build up the courage to inject myself daily. I would often think of my sister in law who has type 1 diabetes and has to do this numerous times a day. I would often tell myself to ‘man up’…never did I really think of the bigger picture and the whole reason I was doing this. All this time that little dream of having a baby was a little lost as it was so easy to get caught up in the moment and the small milestones of just wanting to ovulate or have a period. Pat on the other hand would remind me of it and was so supportive towards me, even while he was working away at the mines for some of it.
We were reassured the hormone replacement therapy drug was dynamite, although at the beginning there was little hope. As time went by, my doctor increased the dosage and before I knew it I was on a fairly high dose. After a final scan (oh and there were several vaginal scans) before Easter, my doctor was confident 2 eggs had dropped and all I needed now was a ‘finishing off’ injection called a trigger shot. There was hope.
I’m pregnant….or not. After our timed intercourse I immediately felt different. It was almost like a hangover, craving salty foods and always tired. I had a blood test scheduled soon after our timed intercourse and it came back positive. I could barely believe it. It had worked. All this was for something and soon that dream became real again. To be sure, they ordered another blood test. Unfortunately the 2nd test came back negative. They put the first blood test results down to the high level of the hormones still in my body, from the injection. I still felt different, just not myself. So back to the specialist we went.
It was 2 weeks after our timed intercourse and I caught up with the doctor. He did a vaginal scan and ordered another blood test. He said, “Do you want to the good or the bad news first?”, I replied “whichever”. He then went on to inform me that I have hyper stimulated ovary syndrome which can be very painful and often result in hospitalisation. This explained the pain and dicomfort I was in. That was the bad news….the good news was that I was pregnant. I didn’t know with what or how many…just that I was pregnant and we were step closer to having a baby.
What a roller coaster so far. But I know we aren’t alone on this. Several women experience this daily. The rollercoaster hasn’t stopped since…it just keeps on going. In the past 15 weeks we have had to make big decisions and learn a whole lot. So in the coming blogs I’ll write about how I discovered it was with more than 1, how the body changes, peoples reaction, the private vs public debate, the expense and how you eventually have to start letting go of everything you knew before to prepare for 3.