BECOME PREGNANT

Become Pregnant

We have changed our names in our story to protect our privacy and that of our children.

Ten years ago I thought I was infertile. Now here's me, galore years later with my two beautiful babies. They were several naturally formed after years of “trying”. Here's how it happened…

Dear friend

My name is Carol Andrews, and I'd like to share my story with you. It's a story of despair, hope, loss, sadness, yearning and finally joy—not one, but two miracles! Become Pregnant

Ten years ago my husband Lindsay and I distinct it was “time to start a family”. We had been wedded for five years, had saved up and bought our 1st house. We several had stable jobs. I was 34. My husband was 27. We were ready. We ready-made the decision on our fifth wedding anniversary, 9 Gregorian calendar month 1994.

We thought it would-be be easy. After all, we'd put so more effort into not acquiring pregnant over the 1st five years of our marriage. We'd tried out all of the several contraceptive options, since the contraceptive pill didn't seem to agree with me.

We several had physical check ups. Our GP told us we were several in nice health and, despite the fact that I'd left my run a little late, should have no trouble conceiving. I (arrogantly) told my GP I was a really young 34, and we sky-high started on our mission.

We were several positive that it would-be happen quickly. After all, we were several really goal adjusted people. Thing we'd set ourselves as a goal before, we'd always achieved. So we were at a loss once 3 months went by and my period rolled about yet again.

We told ourselves that it would-be happen once the time was right, and continuing our efforts in earnest.

It was only later (years later) that I discovered that galore of the things we were doing at this stage were actively preventing us from conceiving and carrying a child.

After 12 months of frustration, the situation was starting to affect our relationship. I was moody and short tempered. I seemed to be often on the verge of tears, especially if I was out buying and saw a pregnant woman, or one of the endless number of strollers and prams with a cute baby or yearling on board.

What was I doing wrong? How move all these another women could do it and I couldn't? What was wrong with me?

I started to feel guilty for departure it so late. I felt guilty for not looking after my body better—maybe if I'd ne'er drunk alcohol? Possibly I should leave my job?

And I started to blame Lindsay, my husband. What if he was “shooting blanks”? Would-be it undermine his masculinity if he found out? Would-be he even as go for the test?

Eventually we got all these feelings of bitterness and fear out in the open. We had a long heart to heart talk, and distinct we needful to get several answers.

I'd been putt off going to the OB-GYN for fear of what I'd be told. I had a nice friend who'd been going through IVF (unsuccessfully) and the thought of going through the same thing panicky me.

So Lindsay had his sperm cell count tested. I had an ultrasound and several blood tests to check for adenomyosis or another physical problems, as well as secretion or another physiological causes.

The results, once they came back, were more frustrating that ever: there was no physical, physiological, or organic chemistry reason we shouldn't be able to conceive. We, like galore couples, had what was termed “non-specific infertility”. In another words the experts didn't have a clue. They recommended we “de-stress” and “have more sex”.

We took a week off and went to the beach. But sex was no longer more fun. It was thing we did at the right time because my temperature graph aforesaid I was ovulating. Subsequently we'd talk quietly simply about our attenuation hopes. We'd try and look on the bright side—just think simply about all the money we'd save by not having kids. And we'd be able to travel, and go to restaurants whenever we wanted to, and buy a sports car. Who were we kidding? Often after sex we'd simply lie together and cry until we fell asleep.

After two years of hope attenuation to frustration, attenuation to sadness and emptiness, I knew I had to do thing or I would-be go crazy. I started to research. I see every book, every journal, every article I could get my hands on. I see simply about western medicine and alternative therapies. I talked to folk simply about new treatments and found out as more as I could simply about clinical trials that were happening about the world.

I was obsessed. I would-be overcome this “problem” if it killed me.

I applied everything I knowing as more as I could. I was taking 14 several nutriment and mineral supplements every day. My husband was too, as I'd discovered that pre-conception care for the potential father was as important as for the soon-to-be-mother. We were exercise an hour and a half every day. We were feeding only organic foods, drinking 2 litres of filtered water every day, feeding meat only on occasion (and then only organic), and avoiding thing cyanogenetic like alcohol or passive cigaret smoke. We had tests for levels of lead in our systems (we live near a busy road, in a 100 year old home that's full of lead-based paint). I had my amalgam fillings replaced with ceramic to be sure I wasn't affected by mercury. We even as took the phase of the moon into account as I'd discovered thing called the “biorhythmic satellite cycle”, in which research seemed to show that a woman is at her most fertile during her satellite peak, ie at the same phase of the moon that was present at her birth!!

My long-suffering husband took all this in his stride. In fact I think if I'd told him we'd be more likely to conceive if we had sex underwater, at high tide, on the winter solstice, he'd have done it. We were that desperate.

On 27 May 1999, four years, eight months and 18 days after we'd 1st ready-made the decision to try for children, we fell pregnant. My hands barrel as I took the little urine-soaked strip of plastic with its TWO stripes (TWO STRIPES!!!) to show my husband. We laughed. We cried. We calculated birth dates (28 Feb 2000—would we have a “leap baby?”). We planned. We giggled like teenagers every time we looked at each other. We'd DONE IT!

We knew it was early days, but we had to share the nice news with someone! At seven weeks we told several sets of parents. They were ecstatic.

At nine weeks we turned up for the 1st ultrasound, excited simply about the prospect of “seeing” our new baby for the 1st time. We'd already chosen a name. “Eden” was to be our first-born.

Our OB-GYN was a extremely full-fledged specialist in his late 50s. As part of my research, I'd caterpillar-tracked down the “best in the business”. He looked at the ultrasound, and then looked at us, and aforesaid “This is not looking good.” My heart sank. I could feel a knot in my stomach and the tears starting. My husband had my hand in a vice grip. “The heart beat is slow and irregular. Seldom does a foetus in this condition last past 9 weeks.” They were words I simply didn't want to believe. I adorned onto the next sentence: “Sometimes it sorts itself out, and you may go on to deliver a healthy child, but you shouldn't get your hopes up.” But the next sentence was what gutted me: “Besides, you're 39. The chances of you having a baby at your age are really slim. You should have started in your 20s.” Expert he may have been, but tactfulness and bed-side manner evidently weren't skills he'd honed.

I took two weeks off work, and stayed in bed. It only gave me more time to think and worry. At the end of the ninth week of my gestation I started to bleed. I didn't want to believe it. I called my husband, who came straight home. We went up to the doctor's surgery. With a kind of “I told you so” attitude he carried out another ultrasound, then engaged me in for a D&C (Dilation and Curettage, wherever they scrape out the “products of conception” under anesthetic) the next day. I felt violated. Eden was dead. We asked subsequently if we could at least see our baby (our Eden). We were told by the operating surgeon that “It looks simply like a piece of spaghetti. There's nothing to see.” We were numb.

I talked to a mid-wife friend of mine, who gave me a small glimmer of hope. She pointed out that at least now I knew I could fall pregnant. It had taken over four and a half years, but I had overcome a major hurdle. The next barrier was holding the foetus for nine months. She aforesaid that with all our pre-conception efforts, we had at least ready-made progress. She aforesaid that galore women who had a miscarriage were merrily pregnant by the time the due date of the miscarried foetus came around. I found it hard to believe, but I hoped.

It was shortly after that, that I discovered a really important piece of research. I believe now that this was the key that finally meant I could fall pregnant and carry a baby to term.

I believe that it was the key reason that we now have two happy, healthy, energetic, challenging, fantastic children. And I'm so grateful that I discovered it.

Because once I discovered this critical piece of information, and applied it, everything fell into place…

On 24 Gregorian calendar month 1999 our girl Lauren was conceived. She was born on 4 Gregorian calendar month 2000. She was a healthy 10 pound 7 ounces, and took to breast-feeding voraciously.

Part of the research I'd done aforesaid that babies that were born exploitation the know-how I'd discovered were often healthier, and matured more quickly than another babies. This was confirmed for us once Lauren started sleeping through the night from 2 weeks of age. She aforesaid her 1st word at 5 months (“Hello”—we got it on video). And at three she was already reading and writing with the ability of a six year old.

When Lauren was 17 months old we distinct it was time to try for our second baby. I didn't want to leave it more longer, as by this stage I was 41, and I knew the risks of having a Down's Syndrome baby, or several another inborn defect, was greatly accrued as I got older.

On 5 Gregorian calendar month 2002 our second baby Jacob was conceived.

This time, it took us only one month from once we ready-made a decision to try, to once we actually conceived.

He was born on 24 Gregorian calendar month 2002. At 9 pound 4 ounces he was a bit smaller than his sister, but besides healthy, hungry, and alert. By nine months of age he was communication with us in deaf-sign language (a friend of ours instructed him, and he admired it!). Like his sister, he's continuing to develop and discover extremely quickly.

So what was this private secret that ready-made all the difference? Why was it that it took us over four and a half years to conceive the 1st time, only to miscarry? Fertility

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Yours in hope and anticipation

Carol Andrews

PS. Since I wrote “Miracles Do Happen” a few months ago I've had several fantastic emails from women all over the earth who have become pregnant after applying the things I write about. Congratulations to all the new, and soon-to-be new parents out there!! Here are simply several of the wonderful, heartwarming emails and letters I've received...

PPS. I've besides simply dilated the book to include the story of another couple (Paul and Mary Blackburn) who fell pregnant after about a decade of trying. Rather than try to describe their journey to you here, Paul and Mary in agreement to do an indepth interview. For a whole 45 minutes they describe in detail their fears and frustrations at not being able to fall pregnant, until they found their own Private private secret (and it's several from the one I discovered!). I've enclosed a copy of their interview in several audio and transcript, as a special gift to you once you buy "Miracles Do Happen".

Enjoy! Have a baby

Carol