IVF for my husband and I was emotional. As it is I imagine for most people going through it. The scans, injections, drugs and numerous appointments were all pretty emotional.
Each part of the whole process was emotional for a different reason. Take the injections for example – were we doing it right? Should we alternate sides? Do it higher up or lower down?
Egg collection was painful. I worried afterwards if my eggs would be good enough. What if they weren’t? What would we do then? What if they were all useless?
What if my husband’s sperm retrieval proved fruitless? What we do then?
With the last final injection I worried would we do it on time? If I was a bit late or a bit too early would that affect our chances?
It sounds silly, but when the time came to have our embryos transferred back I wondered to myself if lying down for the next two to three weeks would be best. I mean I didn’t want the embryos to fall out! Of course, I know that’s not possible, but it’s silly things like that which made me worry!
Thankfully, our IVF was successful first time round and we now have our beautiful twins who recently turned three years old.
Wow, three years old! Where has the time gone?
One thing that always make me chuckle is when friends of mine, who have no children of their own, start to complain how they’re friends look after their own kids.
For starters unless you have children, you will never truly understand how to deal with a child. There are certain ways and techniques that can be used to instantly defuse a situation where a child is getting a bit wound up or upset.
Some children are very particular about things.
R, for example can be quite particular about things and if something isn’t done quite the way she wants it, it can upset her.
That’s not her being difficult, it’s just her way. Just the way she is. As a parent is doesn’t bother us because we know how to deal with those situations, but I guess to people looking they may see it as catering to her whims, but that’s simply not the case.
Being a parent is wonderful. The best thing I’ve ever done, but I’d be lying to you if I told you it was easy.
One thing that I don’t like is when people post statuses or tell stories of how perfect their children and family life is.
It’s not perfect all the time! Don’t listen to them!
The majority of the time, R and M are little angels. They play well together, they listen to what we ask of them and to be 100% honest when I go out anywhere with them they’re always on their best behaviour.
Sometimes though we have those moments where I just can’t wait for them to go to bed so I can sit down and do nothing!
The days where it’s raining outside, there’s nothing to do and they’re bored.
The days where they have tantrums over everything and nothing!
One minute they’ll sit nicely at the table to eat their food and then notice that I left one bit of sweet corn on their plate – after spending five minutes trying to pick each individual piece out – and that’ll be it – they decide they don’t want pasta after all.
In all honesty though it’s the little things that make me emotional.
I remember I was at home on my own with the girls one day and I got a bit upset about something. I can’t remember what exactly, but I was sat on the floor and M just came over to me. She didn’t say anything, she just held me. She cuddled me and didn’t stop until I’d stopped crying.
Some people will say that I shouldn’t cry in front of my children. Why not? I’m human. They’re human and I want to bring them in the real world. Knowing about the good and bad things in the world.
The other day, just before the girls bedtime, they were running around with no clothes on. I decided to dress M in one of my really big woolly jumpers. R wanted to join in too, so I got her a jumper to wear as well. R was standing in the kitchen door way, when M ran up and gave her a massive cuddle.
It was so cute!
From their first steps to first words, first time they play together to the first time they fight with one another – it’s all emotional.
I dread the day they start nursery. I don’t what I’m going to do with myself when they’re at nursery. Probably just wait outside in my car for them to finish!
Some days I feel guilty that I don’t spend enough one on one time with them both. What I mean by this is that one day I might feel as though I’ve spent most of the day with M or vice versa.
Either way I love them both equally and always will.
Being a parent is tough, emotional and exhausting at times, but is it worth it? Oh yes!