I turned 40 last August and was coming round to the idea that having another child was not going to happen but I have a surge of wanting to give it one last last go. Here is a bit of background:
After trying since 2000 to have a baby, I had a miscarriage in late 2002 but got pregnant again soon after and had DS in 2003.
I had a bit of a crappy pregnancy as suffered back problems all the way through while working full time for a company who had never had a pregnant person work for them (i.e. they were crap) then, four weeks before DS was due I slipped a disc resulting in DS having to be induced 3 weeks early, but he was fine at 8lb 8oz so quite pleased he didn't make it to full term as god knows what he'd have weighed
. Long birth (23 hours), full epesiotomy (sp?).
Took ages to recover and was happy to have DS and no more children because preg and birth so difficult. Everything was fine and dandy!
In 2006 was diagnosed with a vaginal prolapse and fitted with a ring pessary and now I had to decide whether or not to have more children as I would need an operation that can only be performed once or that they might need to do a hystorectomy. Of course we decided we'd try for another baby. For those of you that don't know what a ring pessary is .... its a PVC ring the size of a bangle that you'd wear round your wrist that I have to wear inside my vagina to stop it falling out (sorry tmi)! Basically sex is not impossible of course but not pleasant or easy.
In 2007 I got pregnant twice and suffered miscarriages both times.
No more pregnancies.
In Jan 2010 we had one course of IUI which on paper was perfect. Perfect follicles, perfect sperm. It didn't work.
Not convinced by IUI and IVF not an option financially for us we decided to carry on trying anyway. But halfway through the year I threw in the towel.
But now I want to try again as I cannot get my head round not having any more children. I know its not a bed full of roses and siblings don't always get on. Only children are happy and you could have 4 kids and they all move to Australia. But I always envisioned a big family sitting round my table. Friends have had two or three kids since DS was born and I know we are so lucky to have him but .....
I think that psycologically the pitfalls and obsticles in our way have ground us down but still have kept us hungry for a result. Time is running out and i'm gutted.
I know I just have to get on with it and I do. We have lovely family time, holidays, days out, Christmases and I know i'm so lucky that I get to go to nativity plays and something as simple and mundane as the school gates that other women don't even get to do. But i'm still gutted!
Sorry guys I had to get this off my chest. 