tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67689745608249930602024-03-13T13:45:07.126+11:00My Pregnancy TruthsBecause the path to fertility isn't always as easy as one thinks...Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18301771091729935769noreply@blogger.comBlogger174125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768974560824993060.post-33056436480628109642016-03-31T23:52:00.000+11:002016-04-25T13:16:22.435+10:00Life with Twins + 1: Long Overdue UpdateSo I don't know whether this blog continues to get any traffic, but it suddenly occurred to me that there should be an update of sorts.<script type="text/javascript">
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Our twin boys Quinn and Liam were born at 30 weeks and 4 days (10 weeks early) on December 29th, 2014 after a very complicated pregnancy. I had TAPS (<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twin_Anemia-Polycythemia_Sequence" target="_blank">Twin Anemia-Polycythemia Sequence</a>), which is a rare subset of Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome. This started developing at the 16 week mark of my twin pregnancy, and I was monitored fortnightly with ultrasounds until 24 weeks, then it was weekly, several times a week and DAILY by the end. I wasn't admitted early to hospital on bedrest purely because of 3 year-old Rowan at home. But I did spend half of my day at the hospital by the end of it.</div>
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Being a mother to premature twins was confronting and our boys spent 6 weeks (Quinn) and 10 weeks (Liam) in the NICU, followed by Special Care Nursery. Liam was diagnosed with Neonatal Chronic Lung Disease and spent eight months on home oxygen before being weaned from it in August 2015. Quinn suffered a minor brain bleed (IVH) in the early days after birth but scans have showed that there is no longer any evidence of a bleed... phew!</div>
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Both boys are now 15 months old (12.5 months adjusted age) and are currently walking, learning to talk and being extremely cheeky to 5 year-old brother Rowan, who continues to adjust to his life being turned upside down by twin toddlers on a daily basis.</div>
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While I don't really update this blog regularly anymore (it was there for me back when I needed the outlet), I post regularly on Instagram as <b>Aurian82</b>. If by some chance you're reading this and want to connect, you can find me there. xx</div>
Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18301771091729935769noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768974560824993060.post-56804978238866341422014-10-04T11:44:00.000+10:002014-10-04T11:44:34.240+10:0018 Weeks Pregnant... and a Reveal!I have long neglected this blog due to life being crazy chaotic around here. I am thankfully still pregnant with our twins, and simultaneously navigating selling our home (a two bedroom apartment won't cut it for our soon-to-be family of 5!) and parenting our 3.5 year-old son, Rowan.<div>
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Twin pregnancy has been very different to that of my first pregnancy. Everything has stretched faster, ached faster, everything has in fact been faster - including baby movement, which I felt the first flutters of at 12 weeks pregnant! Now, at 18 weeks, flutters have become pokes and I can distinctly feel a baby on each side of my tummy which is kind of fun. </div>
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I am carrying monochorionic-diamnotic twins (or Mono-Di for short), which basically means the babies are each in their own amniotic sac but share a single placenta. This means extra monitoring via ultrasound (scans every two weeks starting at 16 weeks, and will progress to once per week from 24 weeks on). The extra scans are to ensure that both babies are growing as they should be and that one isn't getting more or less blood flow than the other. So far so good with our scans, but I'm always cautiously optimistic as I've been told that things can change very quickly in mono-di twin pregnancies. </div>
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So, want to see our babies? Since 12 weeks, Baby A has been in a better position for photos (the twin closer to the front of my uterus, therefore easier to scan) so we've gotten some great shots. Baby B remains a little more elusive and is very wriggly (but I know we'll get that gorgeous profile shot at some point!).</div>
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And lastly, at our 16 week scan we were able to find out what we were having, I'll leave Rowan to fill you in with the details! ;)</div>
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Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18301771091729935769noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768974560824993060.post-69727779413207495632014-07-27T21:29:00.001+10:002014-07-27T21:29:40.899+10:008 Weeks PregnantThis week I've had a head cold and forgotten how much being unwell while pregnant knocked me around (as well as caring for an extremely active 3 year-old!).<script type="text/javascript">
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I've started to get my head more around the idea of becoming a twin parent. It's scary, really scary. I've had feelings of ungratefulness, of despair, of loss (of the pregnancy I thought I might have had), but also incredible awe at what my body is doing.</div>
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Already I am starting to get a little bump that is visible in the mornings and highly obvious by the end of the day. I look like I did at 15-16 weeks pregnant with Rowan, and I'm only 8 weeks! I have plenty of stretching/pulling pangs but they're not cramping so I'm okay with that. Little reminders like that 'stitch' feeling when I twist or stand up too fast remind me that the muscles are growing and round ligament pain will probably become a reality sooner rather than later.</div>
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We have our first appointment with the obstetrician next Monday (I'll be 9.5 weeks then), he was the same doctor who I saw with my previous pregnancy and he is well-known for being hands off and a supporter of natural birth. From what I know of him, he will support a natural twin birth (providing that the first baby is head-down towards the end of pregnancy). So hopefully after discussion we get the clearance to at least try for this option. Natural birth with little intervention is important to me and I am proud that Rowan's birth was exactly what I wanted. I understand that this time around might be a little different and with time, I think I'll be okay if that's what it comes to.</div>
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It floors me that in as little as 4-5 weeks we might know whether these babies are boys or girls. I'm very interested in knowing at the moment, whereas before becoming pregnant I was adamant about waiting until the birth! How times change... </div>
Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18301771091729935769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768974560824993060.post-68425198073635038892014-07-19T15:28:00.000+10:002014-07-19T15:28:56.778+10:007 Weeks... it's TWINS!<div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', Calibri, Candara, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 27px; margin-bottom: 25px;">
Yesterday we discovered at our first ultrasound that there are in fact TWO babies on the way!</div>
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On the trip home from the scan Matt and I started discussing the logistics of not being able to fit three child/baby seats across the back of our car and what that would most likely mean for our family (I don't like driving huge cars/4WDs), double prams, and will we ever get any sleep again after the babies are born?!</div>
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However, it's all so far away (and yet.... it isn't!) and as we're both thinkers (as opposed to do-ers) it's time to start talking about it. Then there's the fun part of coming up with extra baby names (squee!) and deciding such things as finding out the sex of the babies before they're born. We were leaning towards waiting until birth to find out had there been one baby, but now that there's two we'll probably find out for practicality reasons. Not that I'm displeased with that, unconsciously I think I probably wanted to know anyway.</div>
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Three children when both Matt and I saw our family with two? If this all works out, we are definitely done now!!</div>
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<li style="box-sizing: border-box;">The babies are identical</li>
<li style="box-sizing: border-box;">Our single embryo split into two before it implanted into my uterus (basically a 48-hour window between the embryo being thawed and implantation beginning)</li>
<li style="box-sizing: border-box;">Each baby has their own amniotic sac (a VERY good thing, I'm so relieved!)</li>
<li style="box-sizing: border-box;">The babies share a placenta (so there is a potential risk of twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome developing, worst case scenario)</li>
<li style="box-sizing: border-box;">My due date is still in early March, but it's likely that they could come in Jan/Feb, depending on how everything goes (scary...)</li>
<li style="box-sizing: border-box;">I'll be monitored more closely because of the twin pregnancy, mostly through ultrasounds (which could be as often as every 2-3 weeks)</li>
<li style="box-sizing: border-box;">This will make one heck of a pregnancy scrapbook!</li>
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When it was all sinking in yesterday (put it this way, Matt's initial responses to the ultrasound technician telling us that the embryo had split and there were two babies was a loud "OH SHIT!", and I could barely say a word except for muttering "TWO! ..... TWO! ..... TWO!"), my best friend gave me a good laugh. She said that the weakest of our embryos (as I called it, this one took 6 days to get to the 5-day blastocyst stage suitable for freezing) thought "I'll show them..." and went above and beyond the call.</div>
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And indeed it did! It also made me realise that this little one decided upon the stealthy 'divide and conquer' approach to survive, so now I have dubbed their collective tummy name as 'The Overlords'. No peas in a pod around here, that's for sure!</div>
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(and it's amused me today because I can throw random comments into the conversation such as "<em style="box-sizing: border-box;">the overlords are hungry</em>" and "<em style="box-sizing: border-box;">the mission for uterine domination continues</em>". Ahh, small things :P)</div>
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So here they are, meet the Overlords, both measuring at 6w5d (Rowan always measured two days smaller also).</div>
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There were a few things we did differently this time which may or may not have contributed to finally getting that elusive implantation:</div>
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<li><b>Herbal support</b> from my naturopath (I have a post-transfer mix that I take 3 times daily)</li>
<li>Keeping a <b>consistent body temperature</b> (no super-hot showers or very cold foods/drinks for 5 days following the transfer; blastocysts are temperature-sensitive)</li>
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I'd like to hope that one or several of these things tipped the scale in our favour (or simply, that what we thought was our least strong embryo - left until last - was the one that actually came through for us). </div>
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I am on progesterone support for rest of the first trimester and while it's a bit yucky, if it means a healthy pregnancy for the next couple of months then I will gladly continue it.</div>
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I found out about this pregnancy at 6dp5dt, I had a temperature shift (37.3C from 36.8C) following a day of mild cramping (I put this down to implantation in hindsight) and woke up in the middle of the night with a rapidly beating heart and sense of something being 'different' in my body. This intuition was pretty much how I realised I was pregnant with our son (now aged 3) so immediately recognised it. I got up and took a test... and sure enough it was positive!</div>
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Normally I wouldn't test so early during a FET cycle but the signs were too strong for me to ignore. I am sensitive to HCG and have a strong sense of what's going on in my own body. In our other (unsuccessful) transfers, there haven't been any moments like this, just continued failed cycles after 5, 6 or 7 days post-transfer (another reason I pushed our IVF specialist for progesterone, following self-research). </div>
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I have had two blood tests recently - one at 10dp5dt (15DPO) and another at 16dp5dt (21DPO). The first came back with <b>HCG=198 / Progesterone=128</b>. The second showed <b>HCG=1600 / Progesterone=100</b>. I have one more blood test in a week's time, and then our first ultrasound (!!) booked for 7w0d to confirm sac and heartbeat etc.</div>
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In the meantime I'm continuing to parent our three year-old son while starting to get hit with tiredness (hello Nana nap!), queasiness in the afternoon and growing breasts (I'm small up top to begin with so changes there are generally pretty obvious). I've taken a 'beginning' belly picture but won't post it just yet until I've got something to compare it to - last pregnancy I took pictures weekly but this time I think I'll do it every two weeks (or at least in the earlier stages).</div>
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My due date is March 5th, 2015 (two days shy of my 33rd birthday). :)</div>
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Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18301771091729935769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768974560824993060.post-35533991185542561892014-06-29T16:44:00.000+10:002014-06-29T16:44:25.547+10:00Psst...<div style="text-align: center;">
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Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18301771091729935769noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768974560824993060.post-58337285406126286402014-06-14T14:33:00.000+10:002014-06-14T14:33:18.646+10:00FET #4After my surgery last month in preparation for our upcoming Frozen Embryo Transfer (the fourth one since November 2013), we're getting ready for transfer day this week.<script type="text/javascript">
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The surgery itself went smoothly with little recovery time and, after the effects of the anaesthetic were out of my system, I felt back to my usual self. The last time I had a D&C (dilatation and curettage) was back in 2008 along with the diagnosis and partial removal of endometriosis, and the recovery time was a little bit longer so I wasn't sure what to expect this time around.</div>
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I started taking progesterone a couple of days ago (the first time I've had medication as part of a FET cycle) as my cycles are on the shorter side. My IVF nurse and our specialist agree that my body might be getting ready for a period before our embryos get a chance to implant properly and start pumping out HCG. So here goes nothing, hopefully progesterone is the last piece of the puzzle in our failure to conceive through FET cycles so far. In comparison, the cycle that our son was conceived in was an IVF stim cycle (with progesterone support in the second half of the cycle).</div>
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So far so good in terms of the hormones, I've been slightly crampy for the past 24 hours (like in the lead-up to a period) but nothing major. Hopefully I don't get too many other uncomfortable side effects with it, time will tell.</div>
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Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18301771091729935769noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768974560824993060.post-76259857012985455342014-05-30T22:09:00.000+10:002014-05-30T22:13:06.099+10:00Scrapbooking Infertility and/or IVF JourneysHere's the thing about scrapbooking... most of it is about showcasing happiness and contentment. I've fallen victim to this too in the past - it's easier to put on your rose-tinted glasses and write/create about what makes life great.<br />
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But what about the aspects of life that aren't so great? In my personal case, I'm talking about loss, infertility and IVF. Back when we were trying to conceive Rowan, I didn't include our infertility journey in any of my scrapbooking. I kept this blog (private at the time) as a place to get out all of my feelings about the process, and in my eventual pregnancy album made a single page where I chronicled the path we took to where we ended up:</div>
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In reality, the journey to conceive a child could have very much been a separate album. It might not have been the most positive album in parts, and over time I've learnt <br />
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But as for this time around? Things haven't been so rosy. We're on our fourth FET (Frozen Embryo Transfer), I've been in hospital for day surgeries and there have been plenty of tears.</div>
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This year I have been digitally scrapbooking in both a 'traditional' 12x12 format as well as pocket-scrapping (ie, 'Project Life'), and chosen to scrap our fertility journey in the interest of remaining honest. Let's face it, IVF has been a big part of 2014 and by leaving it out I feel as though I'm missing telling a big part of our family's story.</div>
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Here are some of the ways that I have documented our struggles to conceive during 2014 so far (click each image to see more detail) :</div>
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As for digital scrapbooking supplies out there that are infertility-themed, there aren't many (most of the ones I've found are terribly dated and not worth mentioning). But what has worked for me has been pulling journaling cards from different kits and making them work, as well as using kits for other than their intended purpose (ie, off-theme).</div>
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I hope that anyone reading this has found some inspiration and/or ideas for documenting their own fertility journey. I am hoping that reading back on my scrapbooks in the years to come this story has a happy ending, but at the very least I am glad I have documented it.</div>
Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18301771091729935769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768974560824993060.post-32897808306349749652014-05-15T21:43:00.000+10:002014-05-15T21:43:15.414+10:00FET #4 Preparation<div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', Calibri, Candara, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 27px; margin-bottom: 25px;">
Looks like we're about to start again! Saw the IVF specialist today and I'm booked for surgery in 4 days (a curette) to clear everything out and encourage positive immune response to embryos. It's all a bit over my head at the moment and very quick turnaround time, but at this point in time we'll give almost anything a try once to get my body in peak condition to welcome an embryo!</div>
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For more information about what we are trying and why it was suggested by our IVF specialist,<a class="link" href="http://www.medscape.com/viewarticle/769316" rel="nofollow" style="background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; box-sizing: border-box; color: #007fff; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"> see this article</a>. Essentially, the point is to injure the endometrial lining so that the body rushes immune cells to the area, therefore giving the uterus a boost or so to speak. There have been some interesting studies about the positive effects these procedures have on women experiencing unsuccessful IVF attempts, I've discovered today. The effect of the immune cells lasts around three months too.</div>
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Interestingly, we got stats on the embryos transferred so far... 1 x B grade and 2 x C grade (transferred in that order). This last embryo? It's running a little late but got to being frozen in the end. Running late? Sound at all familiar? ;)</div>
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(for the record, Rowan's embryo was an overachieving early one... traits just like Matt!)</div>
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I also pushed for progesterone in the second half of my cycle (as recommended by our IVF nurse) and got a prescription for that too. So while I've prided myself on having 'natural' cycles so far, it's time to throw a little more at it and see what happens...</div>
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We lost another of our precious embryos this morning. To say I'm disappointed would be an understatement. With every embryo that I don't get the chance to grow and nurture beyond 10 days brings us one step closer to the realisation of potentially undertaking more full IVF stimulation) cycles.</div>
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We have one remaining frozen embryo left from the cycle that Rowan was conceived in, and have an appointment with our IVF specialist next week to talk about the next step (probably some progesterone support for the second half of my cycle). Years earlier, when pregnant with Rowan, I mused over one of those embryos joining us again one day, a special 'twin' (conceived in the same month) but born years apart. I always thought that was cool. With each loss we have, I feel sad that this might not be the case.</div>
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Can I even call these unsuccessful cycles 'losses'? It feels almost like a mockery of those women who carried babies for much longer. I'll never know whether any of these three embryos kept growing, tried to implant into my uterus or even started forming foetal/placenta cells.</div>
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If there is one thing I'll care to admit though, it will be that I'm glad every embryo we have had thawed so far has done so successfully... and all have made it home to within me once more.</div>
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I saw my naturopath during the week, I always feel so empowered after seeing her because she is like a doctor, natural health practitioner and psychologist all rolled into one. She listens to what I've got to say, asks thought-provoking questions and is all-round a great person. In the time I've been seeing her (on and off since 2009, when I was seeking advice following my endometriosis diagnosis and related cycle problems), I've been pregnant once, she twice and between us we have three beautiful, healthy boys. I met her eight month old at my most recent appointment, he's such an engaging little creature (the 6-8 month stage is one of my favourite baby times, despite it being teething time; I love the developmental leaps that happen then).<br />
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Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked (see, babies will do it to me every time!). I'm now on a course of herbs (slightly altered from the formulations preceding it) very similar to what I was taking when undertaking IVF first time around with Rowan but, rather than targeting egg quality this time around, it has to do with progesterone support (for implantation and healthy placenta formation). I'm getting some blood tests done over this weekend to see where my progesterone levels are at, as I've been having some funny-looking cycles this year - mostly very short ones, but with equal time between starting, ovulating and starting again. So rather than it being a short luteal phase potentially causing inadequate time for implantation (which was one of my initial fertility hurdles, it has naturally sorted itself out after my periods returned when Rowan was 7 months old), there might be something else going on.<br />
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To be honest, it frightens me a little that there could be something else lurking beneath the surface. Last time around, sure - we went through a lot before the initial IVF stuff - but we were successful pretty early on with that. This time? There's a 60% chance of success every time we go through a FET using our embryos, and so far we haven't been on that side of the figure yet. If this cycle doesn't result in a sticky embryo, I'm going back to our IVF specialist attached to the hospital in order to seek advice before we use our last remaining embryo. Personally, I'm hoping that there's a simple (ha!) explanation to not being able to fall pregnant this time (we haven't been preventing pregnancy since Rowan was 6 months old... and he is 3 now).<br />
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If I have to go through another full stim (IVF) cycle I think I'll cry, I really will. And yet, I'll push through... because I can't dwell on what isn't, simply what is. I haven't found peace with that yet, but perhaps in time I will. And hey, maybe a little more positive thinking on my part wouldn't go astray?<br />
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And the answer? Negative. Not pregnant.</div>
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I was upset at first (and heck, I still am) because I feel as though my body let me down. But then again, there's all the other stuff going on genetically with this embryo that embryologists can't pick up from their look at it prior to transfer into my uterus. Perhaps it didn't thaw right? Perhaps it wasn't genetically viable? (missing chromosomes, etc) Perhaps the conditions in my body weren't quite right at the time. Perhaps there was no reason except for it is what it is.</div>
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<br />Christmas had a little sting to it because if we'd have been successful with our FET (Frozen Embryo Transfer), we'd have had a confirmation ultrasound in the week leading up to it. Instead I found out another friend had a successful IVF cycle and was too busy being happy for her, ultimately. And I got to indulge a little with food and drink, which I wouldn't have been able to do as much had we been pregnant.</div>
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After a break during December, we're back to doing another FET in mid-January and I'm currently utilising naturopathic support (which I was doing prior to Rowan's conception in 2010). Hopefully 2014 brings us a successful pregnancy. :)</div>
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Today was the day we used one of our four frozen embryos, created during the same IVF cycle from 2010 that Rowan was conceived within. Luckily for us, the first attempted thawing worked and we still have three in storage (1 x B-grade and 2 x C-grade; Rowan's embryo was an A-grade). The photo of the embryo in the bottom right was the one transferred, it looks lumpy and doesn't fill the whole cavity (despite being an expanded blastocyst) because it was still rehydrating at this point. The embryologist assured us that it was already looking good and doing everything that it should.</div>
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It's been a long month in terms of additional testing and appointments, trying to get everything lined up in order for the FET (frozen embryo transfer) to take place. And now I wait... wait until December 4th for a blood test to find out whether or not we'll get an early Christmas present. ;)</div>
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Coincidentally also our 5th wedding anniversary... <i>let's do this!</i></div>
Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18301771091729935769noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768974560824993060.post-88306680487363916722013-09-30T15:09:00.001+10:002013-09-30T15:14:11.626+10:00My Brain Has Turned into a Mush of Peppa PigI’ve been in Hobart, Tasmania for the past few days (and got home on Saturday) and though it was fun and <br />
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had moments of relaxation, it was hard work too. Travelling with a toddler isn’t relaxing in the slightest and while we’ve persevered twice this year (Sydney in March and then Hobart), it isn’t something I’m keen to do again in a hurry.<br />
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I’ve also looked back at my patterns of my blogging/writing this year and realise that as my down-time (as a parent) has diminished, so has my writing. Completely understandable – I get it now – being so exhausted by the end of the day can make the outpouring of words seem like a chore. During the moments of calm and relaxation, I find that my words all seem to go <i>ioedbnoeboetisnmorkaesmontlwhmoup56m</i> together (not a slight exaggeration) and any eloquence I once possessed has vanished, to be replaced by the rhetoric of entire episodes of Peppa Pig. For my own mental health I need to get back into this.<br />
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And when it does come time to write... what do I say? When I feel a little unsure about things, I prefer to keep it trapped in my mind rather than blurting it out to an audience (even myself), because that makes it just seem more real. As for now? A lot of negativity in my mind, mainly linked to insecurities about parenting and control issues/power struggles. Rowan dropped his day sleep around the same time that he weaned from breastfeeding, then has been ill for the past two weeks (finally coming good at the moment). I’ve felt him easing back in his affection towards me at times (or at least that’s how I feel) and it’s all about Daddy of late. There are continual tantrums, many of which are linked to overtiredness and the refusal of a nap, and then I feel myself losing control of my level-headedness and just want a few minutes to myself without the tears, screams, pushes or the dreaded ‘limp noodle’ position. So I feel a bit inferior as a parent at the moment, which has spilt over into my teaching days and I find myself second-guessing what I do both at work and home, losing confidence in both areas. As a professional I feel underappreciated (and have for most of this year, but have already written about this before), and yearn for a sea change, but know that it isn’t to happen until the end of next year (I want the redundancy and parental leave payments, both highly lucrative and enough to encourage me to keep going). Part of me wants to be pregnant as soon as possible to have an easier pathway out of teaching, the other part of me knows how much I’m struggling to be the parent I want to be right now and that pregnancy might compound things. And then there’s infertility, IVF and that opens another can of worms completely.... ugh! When did life as an adult become so complicated?<br />
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But that’s not to say that life doesn’t have its moments of joy. Laughter, cuddles, food, sunshine, photography... all good things (but overshadowed by the trappings of my mind at times). I want to share some photos about the positive things, as I don’t want to forget them...<br />
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This is me... a hair update (I'm in a red phase at the moment)</div>
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Trucks and sand on our balcony.</div>
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Playing with my dragon hat before a work dress-up day (and Rowan's artwork on the fridge)</div>
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Scenes from my hubby's parents' house in Hobart, Tasmania.</div>
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My attempt at a strawberry cream sponge. Tasted brilliant if I say so myself. ;)</div>
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Matt and I (before the hair transformation)</div>
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Rowan and Matt at The Aproneers, a great organic and sustainably-focused store and cafe in Hobart.</div>
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Breastfeeding didn’t initially come easy to Rowan and I.
There were early latch issues (lasting three months), open wounds,
engorgement... all of that lovely stuff. But it did get easier, and I surprised
myself for getting to three months... then six... then twelve months and
beyond. I then hoped to get to two years of breastfeeding but didn’t want to
stress myself out in case it didn’t happen. Breastfeeding in the second and
third year turned out to be easier than the first, if you don’t mind a bit of
<i>gymNURSEtics!</i> As Rowan got older, we were able to better establish rules with
him about when and how he breastfed, and that certain behaviours (such as rolling
around whilst feeding... ouch) weren’t on. It also lent itself to wonderful
moments of cuddles, contented sighs, before-bed conversations about our day and
hearing what Rowan had to say about it all.<br />
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He would tell me about how my milk tasted (“warm and sweet”
was his favourite, “delicious” was another common phrase used), and displeasure
if I’d eaten something that affected the taste – asparagus, without fail! And the
numerous occasions where I’d stroke Rowan’s forehead and brush his hair from
his face while singing our “<i>Close Your
Eyes”</i> lullaby, one I made up when he was a very small baby to the tune of a
musical mobile he has. Rowan would inevitably succumb to the lure of the head
rub, especially if he’d been too busy to nap that day.<br />
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Our breastfeeding days have now come to an end, which is a
bittersweet feeling. A week ago (on the day Rowan turned 2 years and 5 months)
had his last feed, after weeks of discussion about the milk “going on holiday”
when I went away for a weekend trip. In the days that followed the trip, I had
to work hard to stay strong at times, and to not offer Rowan a feed before
bedtime or when he snuggled me on the couch. It had become such an ingrained
part of our lives together that changing the routine had been tough (and I
suspect, tougher on me). Hormones crashed and I had a headache which lasted several days. Engorgement left me a little sore and I felt genuinely miserable about my decision to wean Rowan – even though I knew that it was
time, given the behaviours he had been developing and his lackadaisical approach
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But five days into weaning, everything changed. The headache
disappeared, breast tenderness subsided and I woke up in the morning feeling
much less ‘full’ than before. As someone who had to work hard initially to
build up a good milk supply, the swiftness of it depleting was a little
frightening, to be honest. There was no going back now, just spending a lot of
time with Rowan and assuring him that cuddles are still okay and that despite
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We talk about the milk going away until there is another
baby growing in my tummy, and Rowan talks about “<i>a little girl baby</i>” (always a
girl, never a boy). Though yet unspoken, there is the promise of reliving this
all over again after my body gets a bit of a break to re-energize, to recharge
and renew. I’m ready, just not quite yet... ready to savour time with my
rapidly growing toddler who talks a mile a minute, reasons and negotiates, and
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I used the inside front cover pages to introduce the book. An inner title page, short bio on us as a family and our ages (something fun to look back on in years to come) and a summary of major events that happened to us during 2012. I printed on slightly thicker pages (and glossy) as I like the feel of both when looking at the book in person. It gives it a real 'coffee table' feel. :)</div>
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I didn't do a huge amount of double-page layouts for this album, but those I did complete look really nice (especially Rowan's party layout, which seemed a bit 'busy' when I finished it after his 1st birthday last year). Printed at 12x12", even the little details look fabulous and the font size is perfect. In fact, on layouts such as the Aqaurium one above, the font looks almost a bit TOO large when printed. This is something I'll make a note of for printing this year's book.</div>
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I like the way single layouts look too. Notice the white edging around each page? This was deliberate, as when I printed my pregnancy album, I had a bit cut off on each edge when it was printed, due to the guttering. The easy way around this was to make a template using the Blurb software that had the image slightly smaller than the page itself and applying it to each page before dragging and dropping each layout in.</div>
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The colours came up crisp and clear, and it inspires me to get even more of our pictures and stories off the computer. Growing up, I loved looking through our family albums, and I want to be able to do the same for our family too. </div>
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It kind of throws a few things into disarray, namely our plans to move out of this apartment we've made home for the past four years, and future family plans. We're living as if this aforementioned news may not exist, and holding out hope that I can find another teaching position elsewhere if that is what happens. </div>
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In other news, my body is taking a hormonal beating over the last few months, most likely being triggered by a reduction in breastfeeding. Rowan (27 months old) was previously feeding three times per day and he's tapered off to once a day now. This is mainly my doing - to be honest - and it's something that's surprised me as I consider myself an advocate for full-term (ie, self-weaning) breastfeeding. Why have my views changed? I don't know. The interesting part is that dropping Rowan's feeds weren't a struggle on his side, he has breakfast instead of a milk feed, and a cup of milk before his nap. Easy peasy, I thought the pre-nap feed would be the most difficult for him to give up, but it was the easiest one. The feed before bed at night? I'm not quite sure how we'll change that nighttime routine when the time comes (not any time soon, unless Rowan shows signs of being disinterested).</div>
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My body has been doing strange things as a result, with longer menstrual bleeding (ie, 7-10 days), more cramping and three weeks between cycles. Hardly promising on the fertility front (although perhaps I'm producing more lining now?), but hopefully it all settles itself again soon as my body gets used to its 'new normal' once more. </div>
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Rowan, our little Pickle - today you are two-and-a-quarter years old. You are so cheeky, vivacious and energetic, and love to dance, sing and you are learning to jump at the moment.<br />
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You go to childcare on Mondays and Tuesdays, and these are very big days for you. I drop you off at 7.45am and pick you up at 5pm. I would much rather we spend our days home together but you really love childcare and talk about your teachers often (mainly Kacey and Jackie). I ask you about the things you do at childcare, and I hear all about the sandpit, playdough, nap time, food times and your Bunny. You also spend Fridays with Nana (my Mum) and one of your routines is to go out for coffee (babycino) and a muffin together for morning tea.</div>
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Speaking of Bunny, you are still lovingly attached to your bunnies (you have 4 now!) and they must ALL come to bed with you at night. You make loud 'cuddle' sounds (which sound a bit like "<i>ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh cuddlecuddle</i>") and occasionally share them with us too. You are starting to learn about possession and if someone picks up one of the bunnies to put them away you say "<i>that's MY Bunny</i>!". In fact, we all hear a lot about "<i>that's my....</i>" at the moment.</div>
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Your two year-old molars are just starting to come through, and besides lots of saliva, chewing objects and a red cheek you're coping well with them so far. We play a game together where we look at each other's "new teeth" and you enjoy looking in our mouths (and we get to see inside yours too).</div>
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Your favourite foods at the moment are dried cranberries, "warm milk" (cow's milk), bread, honey, macaroni-shaped pasta, apple and country cheese biscuits. You have a big appetite and often surprise us with how much you eat (especially when you go through a growth spurt, as you are at the moment). </div>
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You are very interested in asking questions, and you constantly ask "<i>what's that noise"</i> or "<i>where Daddy/Mummy going?</i>"<i>.</i> You are highly inquisitive and notice minute details of things that as adults we tend to miss. You also like to exert your independence and tell us you'd like to walk instead of being carried, what books you'd like read to you, foods you do or don't want to eat, or what you want to do at any given moment!</div>
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Yesterday was SUCH a tiring day. Seriously, I feel more exhausted than if I'd worked a full day with a preschool group. Rowan was absolutely on fire today with tantrums over nothing, his getting upset about not wanting to breastfeed (but being conflicted and having a meltdown because he said no and then couldn't make his mind up), and refusing a nap. He did perk up when going to a 2 hour staff meeting at my work tonight though (5pm-7pm... not an ideal time for a 2 year-old at the best of times, but he handled it like a champ).</div>
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Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18301771091729935769noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768974560824993060.post-16355174393140858572013-04-07T08:00:00.000+10:002013-07-07T15:38:23.448+10:00Rowan Turns 2!Happy 2nd birthday to our big TWO year-old boy. He was so excited for his party and said <em style="background-color: white; color: #15695c; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style'; font-size: 13px;">"After sleep it Rowie birthday. Eat a cake at party!</em><span style="background-color: white; color: #15695c; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style'; font-size: 13px;"> </span>. Sure enough, there was cake and plenty of festivities. :)<div>
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Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18301771091729935769noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768974560824993060.post-33871722570822386852013-03-16T16:14:00.004+11:002013-03-16T16:14:59.227+11:00Rowan at 23 Months OldJust a quick few notes about Rowan at 23 months, next month will most likely be the last of the monthly developmental posts (as I originally started noting things down here for his baby book... which turned into the second year album also).<script type="text/javascript">
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Rowan started rote-counting 1-10 this month, which surprised us as it happened out of nowhere (childcare, maybe?).</div>
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He is starting to incorporate more verbs and is getting more consistent with sentence syntax, eg:</div>
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<i>"Lay down milk on the bed"</i> (a breastfeed)</div>
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Rowan likes to point out happy and sad faces on pictures in books, and is beginning to recognise these on people too.</div>
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The discovery of emotions is upon us, and not just happy and sad, but <i>scared</i> too. If something happens in a book or on TV, Rowan can often be heard saying "oh dear, oh dear!", "uh oh!" or having a cry (which was the case while reading the book <i>Belinda,</i> by Pamela Allen, recently).</div>
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There are more angry tantrums too, and more excitement. Emotions are up and down, with big extremes. He will get really excited when anticipating an event (sometimes meaning no nap!), and will tell you first thing in the morning about what is happening that day.</div>
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<b>Current favourite foods</b>: Rice Bubbles, sour cream, chocolate, hardboiled eggs (whites only), watermelon.</div>
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Rowan likes to have a say on the clothing and shoes he is wearing, and quite often packs a bag (without prompting) to take out and about. It usually contains a drink, a toy or two, and something random like a piece of paper from the floor). He'll put it around his neck or over one shoulder, very cute!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I am so glad that most nap times since Rowan's birth have been taken<br />with him having a breastfeed to sleep. 23 months strong!</td></tr>
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Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18301771091729935769noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6768974560824993060.post-41994834691433052572013-02-23T09:54:00.000+11:002013-02-23T09:54:08.178+11:00Rowan at 22 Months Old<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'll be continuing these monthly developmental-type entries up until he turns 24 months (these entries form his second year scrapbook, and are really a record-keeping device for me, much like this blog was during my pregnancy). After that, I'm not sure what? I most likely won't be pregnant for a bit -- I fear that this blog has become a little <i>too</i> public for my liking, as I've shared its URL with family and friends during the course of pregnancy and Rowan's infant months, and am not sure who reads. Do I want friends and family to know of our next IVF journey if/when the time comes? (it would be so nice to have the opportunity to be private and secretive) I express myself through words (okay... and pictures) and always have, as a blogger for over 12 years it's just in my blood now, I can't imagine not leaving a legacy online.</div>
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Anyway... this blog is evolving again and who knows what this will become. Now onwards and upwards to Rowan's 22 month entry!</div>
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It has been a big month in terms of Rowan's language development. He has been exploring the concepts of "come" (ie, <i>"Mummy come"</i>, <i>"Rowie come Dada"</i>) and "in" (<i>"in da car", "in da road",</i> <i>"in Rowie bed"</i>).We're hearing some pretty long sentences too, as Rowan learns more about using syntax correctly; a recent one was <i>"Rowie door walk see Dada"</i> (he wanted to go out the front door and walk outside to wait for Matt to come home from work). Another recent one was <i>"Uh oh. Rowie flick yoghurt. Mummy clean up"</i>, which pretty much blew everything else out of the water.</div>
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With an explosion in language comes adult slip-ups, more than once we've said something inappropriate and Rowan's tried to imitate it and repeat it on occasion...oops!<br />
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Rowan's pretend play is coming along a bit too, he's beginning to use objects and toys for different purposes (such as sitting a giraffe on a ride-on toy and pushing it around), anything with buttons becomes a phone and a favourite game at the moment is pretending to talk to various family members on these 'phones'. Rowan will make eating sounds while pretending to eat his felt foods, and feeds them to us too! Anything involving throwing/kicking balls is always a winner too.<br />
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This month Rowan had his first proper injury, he fell off our pedal bin onto the tiled kitchen floor and twisted/sprained his ankle. We ended up taking him to the doctor because he wasn't weight-bearing on it the day after the accident happened. It was strapped up for a couple of days while the swelling went down and it helped Rowan feel confident about walking on that foot again (he called that bandage a "sock"). Just thankful that he didn't do more damage, really!<br />
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Rowan started attending childcare two days per week this month (up from one day) and so far so good. He has transitioned into the toddler room and apparently he sleeps there... on a stretcher-type bed, and not a cot! How the carers manage to get him to do that is beyond me, but admittedly Rowan has been getting himself to sleep better these past couple of months - in fact, it's rare that he wakes during the night anymore, except for the occasional bad dream or if he is unwell or teething. Fingers crossed that this continues, as it's making for a better night's sleep for us all.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Be still, my heart.</td></tr>
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