Today I stayed home and had a "deep" conversation with my mom. My mom is one of the sweetest woman I know. She is a peoples pleaser, she sacrifices her entire self to help, serve others, and more importantly her family. My mom is a SAINT in every meaning of the word. She has never back chatted anyone, she has never done any harm to anyone. I love her very much and pray that I can fulfil both my parents dream of becoming grandparents one day soon.
My mom has too suffered multiple miscarriages in both 2nd and 3rd trimesters. All in all she has suffered 6 miscarriages. Five before my birth, and one after me. Funny enough, they where all boys. So from this you can only imagine her pain seeing me her flesh and blood experience one miscarriage after the other, reliving her own pain multiplied by 10.
Today’s topic of conversation was "Where is my faith................in the Drs or in God?". The conversation was started by my mom wanting to give me knitting lessons today to make a babies blanket. She continued if it’s one baby, we will need one blankie, and if its twins we will need to knit 2 blankies. I replied telling her, what is the chance I can pull of a twin pregnancy, when I can’t even pull of a singleton? My mom is a great philosopher. And when she gets into one of those moods, oh boy, she can carry on forever. She placed her hands on the table, raised her eye brow, and lowered her glasses.
Her reply was simple. If your faith is in God, you can have triplets or even quadruplets. She is spot on correct. Yes we seek help from Drs to fall pregnant, for an op to be successful, to cure a stiff neck, or a irritating cough, and to prevent us having a miscarriage. I am so guilty of this as I have relied on the Drs to sort out all my congenital problems But we have to believe in God, because he is the One working miracles through the Drs. The Drs are nothing without Him.
On this road of mine through multiple operations and miscarriages, I can honestly say that the Drs who have given grace to God, have had a greater success than those who have not. In my whole medical history there have only been two Drs who have done this.
#1 Dr Van Schouwenburg at Medfem, when I fell pregnant for the first time in June/July 2007, I thanked him and hugged him. His reply was “Don’t thank me, thank God, I am only his servant to help you work his miracle” What a wonderful, humble man this Dr is. I love him to bits. I believe this Dr has had more success rates than other Drs because of his faith.
#2 Prof Schalk Wentzel the urologist at Universitas Hopsital. This Dr had the guts to operate and removed the bladder diverticulum (2009) left behind by the first urologist who worked on me in 2004. It is believed that this has been the cause of my miscarriages, but definitely was the cause of my recurrent bladder infections after the major op in 2004. Prof Wentzel mentioned a few times that he will go to church on Sunday and pray for guidance to perform the op. After he had performed the op, he mentioned that he would keep me in his prayers for God to grant my wish and give us a baby. Great man! Lots of people are very grateful to him for having helped them out.
So ladies and gentleman, the morel of the story is BELIEVE IN GOD not in the Drs as they are mere servants of His will.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Brief Intro
Johnny and I have been together since 1998, we were 22 and 18 at the time. We started dating about a month after meeting. It just took one look to change everything, but that’s a whole story for another day.
Johnny proposed on the 13th of June 2001, and we got married on the 13th September 2003. The "proposal" too is a whole fairytale for another day.
As you will get to know me better, you will realise that Johnny and I are so truly blessed to have found each other. We are a perfect match in every sense of the word. We have been through so much that it's a miracle and Gods will that we have made it this far, still married, still very much in love.
J not only is my "Buddy", he is my hubby, my lover, my business partner, my accountant, my boss. He is my big Teddy Bear. Our lives are so complicatedly, intertwined in a perfect pretzel.
When we got married, I was 23 and he 27 at the time. We started TTC right from day 1. My health wasn’t great at the time as I was suffering from recurrent kidney infections. I was admitted in hospital at least twice a month for kidney infections. My GP finally figured out that there must be some anatomical problem with me and we could not really blame it on the "honeymoon" syndrome. The urologist after running a number of tests and x-rays concluded that I was born with a very rare condition. I had an ectopic ureter connected to the left kidney. A whole duplicated kidney system. I underwent a major op on the 19th of May 2004 to remove this duplicated portion and remove any damaged tissue.
It took 3 months to fully recover from the op. The great outcome was that I have never experience a kidney infection since. YAY!!! You won’t believe what a relief this is. No more pain! This gave us the green light to TTC again.
My urologist and GP referred me to DrF to seek fertility treatment, as he had compassion to IF couples due to his own struggle with his wife. In 2005, DrF diagnosed me having stage 2 endometriosis after a laparoscopy.
Johnny and I decided over night to emigrate to Greece for a year and see if we would make it there. After a very eventful year, we returned to South Africa in April 2006, and went straight to DrF for strict fertility treatment. After a few timed medicated cycles, he diagnosed me with a uterine fibroid and performed a myomectomy to remove it August 2006. We went through a few more unsuccessful medicated AI cycles. In 2007, he referred us to Dr VS at Medfem for IVF, as there was nothing more that he could do for us.
Johnny proposed on the 13th of June 2001, and we got married on the 13th September 2003. The "proposal" too is a whole fairytale for another day.
As you will get to know me better, you will realise that Johnny and I are so truly blessed to have found each other. We are a perfect match in every sense of the word. We have been through so much that it's a miracle and Gods will that we have made it this far, still married, still very much in love.
J not only is my "Buddy", he is my hubby, my lover, my business partner, my accountant, my boss. He is my big Teddy Bear. Our lives are so complicatedly, intertwined in a perfect pretzel.
When we got married, I was 23 and he 27 at the time. We started TTC right from day 1. My health wasn’t great at the time as I was suffering from recurrent kidney infections. I was admitted in hospital at least twice a month for kidney infections. My GP finally figured out that there must be some anatomical problem with me and we could not really blame it on the "honeymoon" syndrome. The urologist after running a number of tests and x-rays concluded that I was born with a very rare condition. I had an ectopic ureter connected to the left kidney. A whole duplicated kidney system. I underwent a major op on the 19th of May 2004 to remove this duplicated portion and remove any damaged tissue.
It took 3 months to fully recover from the op. The great outcome was that I have never experience a kidney infection since. YAY!!! You won’t believe what a relief this is. No more pain! This gave us the green light to TTC again.
My urologist and GP referred me to DrF to seek fertility treatment, as he had compassion to IF couples due to his own struggle with his wife. In 2005, DrF diagnosed me having stage 2 endometriosis after a laparoscopy.
Johnny and I decided over night to emigrate to Greece for a year and see if we would make it there. After a very eventful year, we returned to South Africa in April 2006, and went straight to DrF for strict fertility treatment. After a few timed medicated cycles, he diagnosed me with a uterine fibroid and performed a myomectomy to remove it August 2006. We went through a few more unsuccessful medicated AI cycles. In 2007, he referred us to Dr VS at Medfem for IVF, as there was nothing more that he could do for us.
I Believe in Angels
Hi, my name is MariaE. I am a wife to my wonderful dh, a struggling infertile, a mother to two Angels (Maria 17w - 21 November 2007, Ioanna Maria 24w - 15 August 2008) as well as a mother to a couple of animals in our "farm house".
You might be asking why the title "I believe in Angels". Well its a sad sad story, but one that will show you that there is a God and that we all get our happy ever after ending..............eventually.
The actual title of the song is "I have a dream" by Abba, but I named it "I believe in Angels". The song played in my head after I woke up from the anaesthetic on the 15th of August 2008, when DrF took me into theatre to remove my dead baby. I had'nt heard the song since I was a kid, and never payed attention to the lyrics. But after waking up humming to the song, I googled and found the lyrics.
I HAVE A DREAM by Abba http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qFHbwikzNds
I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream
I have a dream, a fantasy
To help me through reality
And my destination makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness still another mile
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream
I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream
After losing my second baby, two wonderful nurses at the hospital Sr Monique and Sr McBeth bought me a wooden angel doll as a present to remember my baby girls. These two ladies have been by my side through both pregnancies and have offered me sooooo much support. Words are not enough to Thank them for their kindness and support they offerd me. They did much more than what there job title required them to do. They were humane and felt my pain. They offered their time to me to hear and feal my pain, a shoulder to cry on and shed a tear with me, a smile to try and cheer me up, comforted me with words to give me hope and to not loose faith. God bless these wonderful ladies in so many ways.
You might be asking why the title "I believe in Angels". Well its a sad sad story, but one that will show you that there is a God and that we all get our happy ever after ending..............eventually.
The actual title of the song is "I have a dream" by Abba, but I named it "I believe in Angels". The song played in my head after I woke up from the anaesthetic on the 15th of August 2008, when DrF took me into theatre to remove my dead baby. I had'nt heard the song since I was a kid, and never payed attention to the lyrics. But after waking up humming to the song, I googled and found the lyrics.
I HAVE A DREAM by Abba http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qFHbwikzNds
I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream
I have a dream, a fantasy
To help me through reality
And my destination makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness still another mile
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream
I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream
After losing my second baby, two wonderful nurses at the hospital Sr Monique and Sr McBeth bought me a wooden angel doll as a present to remember my baby girls. These two ladies have been by my side through both pregnancies and have offered me sooooo much support. Words are not enough to Thank them for their kindness and support they offerd me. They did much more than what there job title required them to do. They were humane and felt my pain. They offered their time to me to hear and feal my pain, a shoulder to cry on and shed a tear with me, a smile to try and cheer me up, comforted me with words to give me hope and to not loose faith. God bless these wonderful ladies in so many ways.
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