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Poem – To All Parents

My brother-in-law sent this to me after our ectopic pregnancy.  It is so beautiful and thought I would share it as I know many of my readers have faced something along the same lines of losing a child, whether in pregnancy, infancy or in the teenage years. I hope reading this is as heart warming for you as it was for me.

To All Parents
Edgar A. Guest

I’ll lend you for a little time a child of mine, He said,
for you to love the while she lives and mourn for when she’s dead.
It may be six or seven years, or twenty two or three,
but will you, till I call her back, take care of her for me?

She’ll bring her charms to gladden you,
and shall her stay be brief,
you’ll have her lovely memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay, since all from earth return,
but there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.

I’ve looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true
and from the throngs that crowd life’s lanes I have selected you.
Now will you give her all your love,
nor think the labour vain,
nor hate me when I come to call to take her back again?

I fancied that I heard them say:
Dear Lord, thy will be done!
For all the joy thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we’ll run.
We’ll shelter her with tenderness,
we’ll love her while we may,
and for the happiness we’ve known, forever grateful stay;
but shall the angels call for her much sooner than we’ve planned,
we’ll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.

Be Patient; It’ll Happen in God’s Time!

I was at work when a friend handed me a piece of paper she had ripped out of her magazine. She said she had been reading this particular article and thought of me and all the things my hubby and I had been going through (read about it here).  It is a fantastic source of encouragement for whatever anyone is going through:

Lake Mystic by Tad Cholinski

‘Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for him.’ – Psalm 37:7

‘Delight yourself also in the Lord, and He shall give you the desires of your heart’ (Ps 37:4). But usually He makes you wait. Dennis Wholey says: ‘Waiting is an art…if you can wait two years, you can achieve something you could not achieve today however hard you worked, however much money you threw at it, however many times you banged your head against the wall. ‘There are things you can’t have today as you will be able to have them in the future. So it doesn’t make sense to drive yourself crazy and put your life on hold struggling to accomplish something now, that’ll be easy when the time is right.

James says, ‘But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing’ (Jas 1:4). God allows certain things to take place in our lives to teach us important principles like:

(a) developing new skills

(b) showing grace and controlling our responses

(c) maintaining our faith when times get tough

Paul writes: ‘Therefore, as the elect of God, holy and beloved, put on tender mercies, kindness, humility, meekness, longsuffering’ (Col 3:12); and ‘rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation, continuing steadfastly in prayer’ (Ro 12:12). When you spend time in God’s waiting room, He’s developing qualities in you that simply can’t be developed any other way. When He’s finished, you’ll come out stronger and wiser. And you’ll have the maturity to handle what He has in mind for you. ‘Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for Him’ (Ps 37:7).

My Past & My Present: Miscarriages & Ectopic

Written on Thursday 23/03/2011
This is a very personal post, but I believe that sharing an experience like this can help others who may be faced with something similar down the track. It’s a little like therapy for me as well.

Yesterday after work, my husband and I excitedly went for our 7 week pregnancy scan. I had spent the last 3 1/2 weeks feeling exhausted, queasy in the arvos and sore in the chest area – the usual pregnancy signs were really strong already.

The scan was devastating.

But first let me backtrack to give you some history.

Last year we had two unexpected miscarriages. It was a really difficult time, but I learned heaps. My marriage, which was already super strong went to another level I didn’t realise existed – we stuck together like glue and it deepened beyond what I ever thought a marriage could be like. From two traumatic experiences to blessing, God is amazing! We both learned to enjoy every second of our time together and appreciate all the things we have and can do at this stage in our life – instead of focusing on what we didn’t have yet.

After these suspicious losses we had some blood tests and it was discovered that my husband had inherited a genetic disorder called Reciprocal Translocation, which means two out of his 23 chromosomes that combine with my 23 chromosomes for the baby’s 46 chromosomes swap data and the baby can no longer develop. We have an adjusted ‘percentage’ of having a baby or losing it in comparison with a couple who have normal genetics…as the doctors and Genetic Counselors told us, “it’s basically ‘luck’ whether is works or not.” My husband and I can do nothing. It is obviously not something we can fix by eating more bananas, or going on a holiday or wearing loose underwear (as some people have suggested 🙂 ). You can’t change your genetic makeup.

We looked into the option of IVF which would cost us $12,500 with the extra testing of the embryos (to see which ones wouldn’t have the genetic disorder and would result in a successful pregnancy). We can end up with a few okay embryos or no okay embryos. The process of testing can also destroy perfectly good embryos as the tests are invasive. Bye, bye $12,500.
We decided to bite the bullet and keep trying until we ended up with a healthy baby. We figured we could emotionally handle more miscarriages armed with the statistics and knowledge we now had. It hopefully would be easier to deal with instead of the usual stress and hormones of IVF plus having a high chance of the embryos having the disorder and it not working out at all.

We never expected yesterdays disaster.

So, back to the scan. The sonographer was giving me the ultrasound and was very quiet. There was nothing on the screen. He asked me what my plans were for the afternoon? Which I thought was a little strange so we asked why, and he replies that he is not sure yet. I start to cry knowing something is terribly wrong, again, and I should be seeing a little baby with a heart beat on there and it’s blank. He shows us what size the baby should be on the screen and my womb is definitely empty. I’ve already had 2 blood tests that showed the pregnancy was coming along perfectly and a good sign that miscarriage at that stage was unlikely. He keeps looking around and after some more of the silent treatment he asks me again what I am doing tonight. “Nothing. Am I going to miscarry tonight?” He replies by telling me, “No. Worse.” Okay…..WHAT is going on? There is no baby on the screen. There is however a sac in my left fallopian tube. He thinks I have an ectopic pregnancy. Ectopic has nothing to do with the genetic disorder, just more ‘bad luck’. Side-swiped, shocked, unexpected, but deep down I’m thinking ‘typical’. So disappointed something else has gone wrong and that another pregnancy is about to come to an abrupt end for the third time in 12 months.
We go straight to my doctor who organises for me to go to the emergency ward at Nambour Hospital.
The first thing we do is wait, as you do. Then I get an IV cannula on the back of my hand and some blood taken out. I don’t even register that he is doing this. I can hear two nurses outside my curtain discussing our miscarriages and the ectopic. The blood tests show my hormone levels are where they should be for a normal pregnancy. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear that.

I was told what would be most likely happening to me – I’d get taken to the operating room either that night or the next morning to have my fallopian tube taken out. Awesome. The surgeon reassures me that it will not affect my fertility as the other tube will just step in for the removed one. Awesome.
Thank goodness I have my mum (a theater nurse at another hospital) and my husband (a complete legend) there with me. We also had a friend who works in ICU come down and visit me twice just to check up on me. It was so uplifting talking to someone and being told it’ll be alright even though it all sucks right now.
We are now waiting in emergency for a place in the operating room so the surgeon can do his thing. Screaming kids, old men with broken legs, teenagers with fractures…all night going on around me. Mum asks if there is a ward I can go to so I might be able to get some peaceful sleep. Unfortunately there is no way that can happen as I need to be monitored closely incase my tube erupts suddenly, which is very dangerous and could cause hemorrhaging. I manage to convince mum and Kirk to go home and get some sleep as it is now 11.30pm and it’s not looking like anything will happen that night. I said I’ll call them immediately if I get prepped for the op. The nurse tells me there have been too many caesareans coming in and babies just can’t wait. She immediately puts her hand over her mouth and apologises. I don’t get it until she explains what she describes as an ‘insensitive comment’ by her. It really doesn’t bother me and I try to reassure her – other people’s babies and pregnancies are not my own, they are separate to me, so why compare and get down about it. I just want to go to sleep. My own pregnancy hormones have left me longing for sleep all day. It has been one topsy-turvy, crazy 7 1/2 hours.

After more blood pressure tests every hour or so, the nurse comes in at 2.30am to tell me they can transfer me to a ward to have some sleep as I am not getting any worse. I think she felt sorry for me with all the commotions going on both sides of my bed behind flimsy curtains. I learned a lot about my neighbour’s year-long bowel troubles.
After being wheeled around the hospital in my bed, finally I have darkness in the new room and the slurring/snoring/groaning/slurping noises of my new old man neighbour. At least it is consistent and I’m drained…..sleep.

Early the next morning I am told to have an antiseptic shower and get into my purple operation dress and pressure stockings. Mum and Kirk arrive early after mum has spent the last 45 minutes stuck in an elevator with 2 other nurses. Both of them look like they have had no sleep and have brought some supplies – toothbrush, toothpaste, etc.

After many similar questions over and over by different people, I am finally told it is action time by about 9am and I am wheeled into the operation theater.Being wheeled into the operating theater after saying goodbye to Kirk and mum. I was so, so frightened. 29 years old and I have never slept in a hospital or been operated on. So many unfamiliar experiences. At this point I wish I had never seen an episode of Grey’s Anatomy or RPA! Saying goodbye to hubby and mum and meeting a bunch of strangers (who were incredibly friendly) and being transferred onto the operating table with big lights and cold air is daunting. I get some ‘knock-her-out’ stuff put into my IV thing and a few sucks on the oxygen mask and I’m waking up with it all over….in so.much.pain. I tell the nurse that I think I’m going to be sick and the nurse hands me a bucket…I think, and quickly gives me something through the IV which I can actually feel flow through my whole body. I start to feel much better. My eyelids may as well have been elephants and when I could finally open them, I can’t focus on anything for 10 minutes or so.
I find out they had to make three incisions in my tummy/uterus zone to check everything out and then to take out my blocked tube. They had to pump my tummy with CO2 so it would expand and separate my organs so they could see everything properly. I’m told this will cause neck, shoulders and rib cage pain later as the air plays with my nerves, and boy did it ever! I’m still feeling it and have to sit and sleep in an upright position until the CO2 is absorbed. Getting in breaths is a trial and painful.

They give me morphine and wheel me back to my room (after more drowsy questions). I sleep and sleep and after a few hours I finally drink and eat for the first time in 24 hours. So good!

But before I consume anything, I get up to do the required bladder test and become wobbly and nauseous and faint. I put it down to lack of food, but the sweet nurse disagrees and thinks it’s from the operation and I need to rest. More sleep, more pain relief. My IV drip becomes my best friend as I lean on it and make my way back to bed.

Finally, late in the afternoon I get to go home! I say I’m feeling tops and they decide that’s good enough. They take out the cannula in my hand and I manage to drip blood all over me and the bed. At least I have healthy blood the nurse tells me. I sign off and get wheeled out of the hospital in a wheelchair.

My mum drivesJodi's stealthy ways in making us feel loved! me home and my husband goes to buy some supplies, the hero that he is. I make my way from the car to our kitchen and BAM, discovered that my gorgeous friend who has been there through each and every loss, had broken in and left us this (see in photo), along with gourmet ice-cream, strawbs, choc puddings, cream, pasta and a beautiful salad, plus a 1 hour massage, magazine, gluten free delights and more! The three helium balloons represent our three babies that we can release up to heaven.

My other beautiful friend dropped over a delicious mushroom risotto…and she wasn’t feeling 100% herself and made US dinner! I was floored by her generosity and so touched by this.

I got home and my sister in law had posted us a letter (she didn’t know we were even pregnant as we were waiting for our 7 week scan) and enclosed in her letter was an article she had tore out of a magazine about pregnancy loss, to encourage me from our previous miscarriages. It was the most timely, perfect thing and I couldn’t believe that I had just returned home from another loss and God had lined that up already.

Tonight I’m finding home beautifully quiet. Mum and my husband are fussing over me, even though they are completely sleep deprived. I’m propped up in bed, achy and nauseous but reflecting on how awesome my life is! A marriage that captivates me, solid loving family, supportive friends who make life so incredibly beautiful (thank you for all the texts, meals upon meals, messages, and chocolates), a job that I love, in a region that I’m so thankful to live in, our own home, my relationship with God which is life-sustaining….there is so much to be grateful for.

Hiccups along the way is character building and I hope I make good use of the situations we have found ourselves in. I don’t want to waste the opportunity to grow.

36 Week Abortions!

****Warning – if you agree with abortions, you may not want to read this as I am very against it and my comments will offend you.

If you have had an abortion, please know that God knows your pain and wants to fill that space with His love for you. This post is about my shock and anger at how abortion has been watered down to make it less offense or upsetting for people. It is not a personal judgement (I have close friends who have had abortions) as we all do things we regret in life, but it’s about the fact that our government see that taking a child’s life is a totally acceptable act.  If you call it a different name (abortion) and it does not breath air and you can’t see it, then it is not a problem to get rid of it.


Yes, the title of this post is no typo.  Abortions in Australia at 36 weeks pregnant.  Just so you get a clear understanding of what this means, this is a 36 week baby who was born 4 weeks before its due date.

Proverbs 31:8 “Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves”

I was horrified when I heard this.  How can you not call an ‘abortion’ an act of murder?  What is going on with the world when you can legally take the life of a human. How did this law ever get passed?

I don’t agree with any form of ‘abortion’ (I will call it abortion for this post, but its real name is plain and simply murder) as I believe in Psalm 139

“Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother’s womb.
I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I’d even lived one day.”

People who are pro-abortion stand up for it by saying that it is the womans body and therefore she should be allowed the choice on whether her baby is to live or not.  That is absolutely ridiculous. You have a life inside you, your body is not just your own anymore. You have a responsibility.  We all have choices in life whether we like them or not, and sometimes the outcome can make our lives really, really tough and daunting and scary. We have to take responsibility and the right choice. God is the author and creator of life.  In the Bible, God reassures us by saying that He only gives us what we can handle.

I know in my previous post: Nic & Fertility & Meanies, I said that “I say, before you slander someone, take a walk in their shoes!”. I still very much stand by and agree with what I wrote.  I feel ‘abortion’ is not on the same page, or even in the same book, as surrogacy.  I do not believe that if you murder a human being (whether living in the womb, or an adult) is okay.  I think if I walked in the shoes of a murderer and knew the motive behind their action I would still be against it….obviously.  How is ‘aborting’ a baby any different.  Look at the above picture of the baby again.  How can you kill such an innocent, perfect human who has spent months hearing and recognising your voice while in your womb?

There is medical video footage of a 12 week abortion taking place, and using ultrasound, you can actually see the baby scrambling away from the knife.

Here are 10 arguments against abortion and 10 arguments for abortion.  I read it and it amazes me some of the ‘reasons’ for abortion!  They just don’t make sense. An example of one of the arguments for ‘abortion’: Adoption is not an alternative to abortion, because it remains the woman’s choice whether or not to give her child up for adoption. Statistics show that very few women who give birth choose to give up their babies – less than 3% of white unmarried women and less than 2% of black unmarried women. Ummm, excuse me?  So you are saying that a reason to have an ‘abortion’ and kill a baby is so that the mother does not have to make a tricky decision when the baby is born as to whether she keeps it or gives it to another family who really want a baby?  AND, she may change her mind and decide to keep it in the end?  How horrible for a mother to decide to keep her baby once she has brought it into this world (note my major sarcasm here). Imagine if she had aborted and regrets it, if she had a chance of actually wanting to keep it in the end.  That whole argument is twisted!! Let me paraphrase this argument again – “We better kill this baby before we change our mind and want to keep it”. No wonder ‘women who have abortions suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome more often than Vietnam vets do.’

One final thought: If I am pregnant and a robber breaks into my home and beats me up and kills me, he will be tried on two counts of murder; one for me and one for my baby. If I hire a doctor to do an abortion, it is somehow magically now not a person. Illogical.

If you are reading this and you are ever left with the choice to abort or not to abort your baby, please read this first. It explains the stages in a baby’s development, being presented with the possibility of having a baby with a disorder, rape victims points of view, etc. I hope you make the right choice.


Nic & Fertility & Meanies

Keith, Nicole & Sunday

I first read about Keith Urban and Nicole Kidman’s new baby via  Hearing that their beautiful baby, Faith, was brought into the world via surrogacy didn’t cause ME any concern, but boy was I shocked by the venom some people spewed into the comments section of Mia’s post. Obviously having a baby any other way other than ‘naturally’ was evil and selfish. They aimed their hatred at Nicole herself and there was no end of judgement on the issue of  how Keith and Nicole had their baby Faith.  So many people were bitter about the fact that they ‘thought’ Nic chose surrogacy so she wouldn’t ruin her figure or career, or that her eggs had dried up cause she had left having a baby until she was in her early 40’s thanks to her selfishness in having a career.  Very rarely did anyone see that one of the main reasons most people have to head down the road of surrogacy (or any other help to bring their bundle of joy into the world) is because they have had fertility problems that have plagued them for years….and yes, your age does increase as the years go by…duh.  I found it interesting that most people who had an ‘opinion’ on what Nicole “should’ve” and “shouldn’t” have done and “how DARE she”,  have all got their own children who they seemed to have gotten quite easily.  They also don’t seem to mind judging before they hear the full story (and no, the story that the media likes to portray doesn’t count). I say, before you slander someone, take a walk in their shoes!

After all the flack, I was really impressed by Nicole’s interview on 60 minutes last Sunday night.  She was open about her struggles to have children and her miscarriage.  She put it all out in the open, so that women can take comfort in knowing that fertility issues are not so taboo anymore.  That would have been a hard thing for her to do.

I hope those mean-spirited people who trashed Nicole on Mia’s site took a big slice of humble pie and ate is s.l.o.w.l.y…..

I have taken the below information straight from the keyboard of Emily Jade O’Keeffe which she posted on her marvellous blog (that you can find HERE).

Here is a celebration of celebrity couples who have admitted to using fertility treatments and welcomed healthy, beautiful babies. They give us hope.

Courteney Cox-Arquette of Friends and her actor ex-husband David Arquette. The couple underwent many IVF attempts and suffered several miscarriages, with Courteney being open about “being able to get but not stay pregnant” before welcoming daughter Coco Riley Arquette in May 2004.

Brooke Shields and her husband Chris Henchy were also public about their use of fertility treatments to conceive for the first time. The result, after a rumored seven IVF attempts, daughter, Rowan Francis, 3 1/2. Her book, Down Comes the Rain, chronicles Brooke’s struggles with PPD and infertility.

Desperate Housewives star Marcia Cross reportedly put her honeymoon on hold to have fertility treatment to conceive. She spoke of the troubles and reality of becoming pregnant after 40, saying,

I don’t like the average woman being misled into thinking that fertility is something that goes on forever. When a woman gets older, they get a donor egg, which doesn’t make the baby any less beautiful or perfect. One’s own eggs only last so long, and sometimes at 43 or 44 you can have your own baby, but statistically it’s very difficult and expensive. You don’t want to wait that long.

Dixie Chick sisters Martie Maguire and Emily Robison have been open about using IVF to conceive their two sets of fraternal twins, as well as Emily’s son. Martie has daughters Kathleen and Eva, while Emily has son Gus, 4, and twins Henry and Julianna, 21 months.

Hugh Jackman and his wife Deborra Lee Furness tried multiple times to have a baby, but it did not happen for them. Instead, they adopted Oscar, and Ava, of his son, Hugh has said,

We still wanted to adopt. That was our plan: we’ll have two and we’ll adopt one. Anyway we didn’t have children. We tried and that was tough. But the moment Oscar arrived, it just felt like he was always meant to come that way. I forget he’s adopted; he’s just my son.

Celine Dion went through numerous fertility treatments before conceiving son Rene-Charles, 6 and then her new twins.

Actress Jamie Lee Curtis and husband Christopher Guest, revealed that they adopted after struggles conceiving. Jamie wrote a book, Tell Me Again About the Night I was Born to “Let children who joined their families through adoption know that their own birth stories were exciting too.”

Sharon Stone apparently suffers from recurrent early miscarriages and instead adopted sons Roan Joseph, Laird Vonne and Quinn Kelly.

Actress Kirstie Alley also struggled with infertility. Openly mentioning her struggle to become pregnant, her miscarriage(s) and the toll that it took on her marriage. Eventually Kirstie and her husband adopted. They are now divorced, but their children are William, 14, and Lillie, 12.

Model Christie Brinkley suffered three miscarriages in the process of IVF, in order to eventually conceive her daughter. At 44, she gave birth to daughter, Sailor Lee.

Jane Seymour went through IVF to conceive her twins, after having two miscarriages. Jane was almost 45 when she welcomed John Stacy and Kristopher Steven in 1995.