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Hello to all of Megan’s wonderful readers. I have been lucky enough to be welcomed as a guest writer on the topic of thankfulness.
When I think of being thankful my eyes are immediately drawn to look at my daughter. Amelia Skye is growing into a beautiful little lady with big blue eyes who is nearly six months old. Throughout my pregnancy and as she continues to develop I have always been very open and honest about the fact that she was a very big surprise.
I was told several years ago that in order to conceive I would need some form of hormone therapy, most likely IVF. After surgery on a twisted ovary in the middle of 2016, this was reiterated to me, with the surgeon telling me that they had saved the ovary in order to leave me with more chance at egg collection. By this point, I had been with my partner, Rob, for a year. He promised me that it was not a problem, he was not set on having children.
I know a lot of women find out they are pregnant very early and have friends who have found out before they are two weeks. I didn’t find out until I was 10-12 weeks and that was only because I was being very sick for no apparent reason so decided to do a test before going to the doctors. My shock when it came back positive! I remember very clearly taking the test on a break at uni and going back to buy a second because I was convinced the first one had gone wrong. Of course, the second came back positive too, I really was pregnant.
It took a long time for us to tell everyone. I was terrified that my miracle pregnancy would go wrong. We told my mum first and she was delighted. Rob told his mum next. I was 20 weeks before we announced it on social media. By this point, we’d had 3 scans – a muscle condition I had meant I had scans every couple of weeks – and knew our little one was a baby girl. We were inundated with ‘congratulations’. The day after we posted about it I remember going into work, unable to even go to the bathroom without someone commenting on my pregnancy.
I didn’t mind though. With infant loss awareness week having been at the beginning of October, I can only be thankful that I got to experience my pregnancy and have the opportunity to carry a little tiny human.
My pregnancy was not particularly a healthy one. I had the extreme form of morning sickness – hyperemesis gravidarum – and at one point was so sick and dehydrated my midwife sent me an ambulance. All the well-meaning people that told me to eat ginger biscuits and drink Lucozade simply didn’t understand the difference between normal morning sickness and HG. I lived on anti sickness tablets and even then I was still sick, just not as often.
My muscle disease meant my pregnancy was doctor lead instead of midwife lead and there was this constant weight on my shoulders of ‘would she grow big enough?’ My already weak hips got weaker and I developed SPD, putting me on crutches for the rest of my pregnancy. I was under the care of 3 different doctors and they couldn’t agree on what held the greater risk to me, c-section or labor. Approximately 1 in 50,000 people in Britain have my condition and of those, only a small number are women that have been or are pregnant. There is only one study, which is still ongoing, that my neurologist is aware of that is focused on pregnant women with FSHD. In the end, the 3 doctors left the decision to me. After speaking to an anesthetist and my neurologist it became clear the easiest option was a c-section – whether I wanted one or not if I labored I was going to have to have an epidural to remove any possibility of requiring a general anesthesia should I need an emergency c-section. What information was available suggested I had a far greater risk of difficulty delivering the placenta, making a c-section the safer option.
By 34 weeks I had HG and SPD and then found out I had obstetric cholestasis, a rare liver condition in pregnant women. My c-section got moved from 40 weeks to 38 weeks due to increased risk of a stillbirth because of OC.
Only, the little lady decided she wanted to meet us sooner and my waters broke at 37 weeks, two days before I was due to have my steroid injections. After a very calm ‘emergency’ c-section I had my perfect little baby girl in my arms.
I didn’t have a glowing pregnancy and Amelia wasn’t very well when she was born but I am incredibly grateful. So many people do not get the chance to have children and I am so thankful that I have my little miracle baby.
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