mindy
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Post by mindy on Jan 16, 2018 3:45:48 GMT
I developed preeclampsia with my first baby and was hospitalized on complete bedrest. The cause of preeclampsia is unknown, and the only cure is delivery."Because I was only 26 weeks into my pregnancy, we were hoping to delay delivery at least another month. However, our efforts failed. Due to placental abruption, Tyler was delivered by emergency c-section at 26 weeks. He stayed in the hospital for 98 days."Tyler experienced many of the common complications associated with extreme prematurity including respiratory distress syndrome, apnea, anemia, bronchopulmonary dysplasia, intraventricular hemorrhage, patent ductus arteriosis, jaundice, and infections. The most life-threatening were the infections of sepsis (blood infection), pneumonia, and bacterial meningitis as well as having a pulmonary hemorrhage."As a result of his illnesses, he developed hydrocephalus requiring two shunt surgeries before the age of 6 months. Every day, it seemed the doctors were telling us something else was wrong."But thanks to God, the wonderful doctors and nurses, and medical advances, our son is doing wonderfully. Tyler is now 2 years old and showing no signs of cerebral palsy, vision or hearing problems, or other disabilities common to premature babies. I have been told by our pediatrician, doctors, nurses, and therapists that Tyler is truly a miracle
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Post by Melissa on Jan 20, 2018 14:33:15 GMT
Today, I'm thinking of you as my love is multiplying and I am falling in love with that new baby in my arms. I am tired, I know. Exhausted, actually. My love for them truly surpasses understanding.My joy is no longer found in being freshly showered and fashionably dressed. Day after day, my confidence is building. I might not feel put together, especially in those early weeks, yet I am experiencing the sweetest moments of my life. These days my joy is found when my sacrifice is for my children.
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Post by giorgia3 on Jan 20, 2018 15:08:37 GMT
I have seen that a lot of people don't go for IVF or surrogacy because they can't afford it. They don't earn enough so it's impossible for them. But I think that they just need to know about the right place. Going to the right clinic helps. I know about a clinic which is really affordable and really good. It's in ukraine. It had really good packages. It has two types of packages. Standard, wich is affordable for everyone. VIP, with a little extra luxury facilities. There results are always 100%. They never disappoint their clients. I went there for surrogacy 3 years ago. I had a really good experience. I have tripplets now. Two boys and a girl.
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Post by anyees on Jan 20, 2018 15:18:47 GMT
Hi there everyone. I hope that you find our story at your best. I just want your suggestions. My husband wants a boy and I want a girl. I am so much worried now what it is going to be. I am 2 weeks pregnant. Soon we are going to know what it is. Is it ok to believe on these things. Is the scan or Ultra sound results are always true?? How these scans work?? If anyone of you got any experience in this field do let me know please. Should I be worried for this matter or not?? What should I do and What not I am so much confused and I don't understand what to do. Please help me guys. Help me by giving me more information about that. I am so much looking forward from this forum. Help please suggest me what should I do.
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mexge
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Post by mexge on Jan 20, 2018 15:42:31 GMT
"Fine threads all around. Couldn’t decide which one to follow. So, I am creating my own thread here 😊 Those of you who are facing the same prob, let’s join this random one today. We can name our thread ‘dear diary’ just to catch an eye of the visitors, lol. Okay, so, I’ll start by sharing my story. No one is obliged to make a comment; y’all can share your life choices and decisions you are proud of while I share mine. Agreed girls? Joe and I got married when I was 25. I had a very dark secret with me for years, that is I’m infertile. Well, that sucks. Still. It was relief that Joe knew this and still he was willing to marry me. When I say this, people say, you must be hot and beautiful… well, I mean they are right  , but I really was not ready for spending a childless life. Even a thought of being motherless would keep me awake at night. Day was Saturday and date was 25-Dec-2013. A fine day to get a fine suggestion. Our friends and family gathered at my parents’ place and I met this lady who happened to be a psychologist. Soon after realizing she was a mind midget, I thought of getting away from her. I like to think that she noticed. So, she gave me space. After we were a couple of drinks down, I saw her sitting by my side. Drinks. Nice environment. I got carried away. I told each and everyone who was present there that I was infertile. Many felt sorry for me. A few made suggestions. I’ll talk about what that lady who was sitting by my side had me suggested… She gave me exactly what I wanted to hear and do. Surrogacy. That too in Ukraine. I mean I knew all about surrogacy already. What I did not know was that it can be affordable. I always thought only Karadashians can afford it. Well, I’ll be wrapping up my story now. So, Joe and I, promised that we will not be embarrassed next year on the same day. We visited the clinic, name’s BioTexCom, in Feb, the following year. Result: I had my son, Max, there. Moral of the story (a real one) is: Infertile couples should not give up on their dream of becoming parents and should explore the options that are available today. What do you have to share? 😊 " |
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Post by mesaka on Jan 20, 2018 16:06:34 GMT
Hi everyone.It was difficult to shake the years of dreading baby showers and watching everyone else get their bumps while I got bad news. I devoured my slice of cake and clumsily opened gifts. It was all so surreal. Two little ones would soon call me that three letter word I longed to hear, but the pain from my struggle with infertility didn’t go away after that second pink line appeared. I’ve slowly learned to make the most of this amazing experience while coping with the unique emotions of pregnancy after infertility.I’ve learned to leave the guilt behind. My bump arrived in the middle of my second trimester. I tried to hide it. It’s not like I could tattoo our story on my forehead detailing each IVF cycle. I hid my growing miracles under leggings and baggy tunics. Then a friend gently reminded me of everything I went through to earn this bump. I could spend nine months trying to hide or I could find a way to celebrate my own victory while supporting those still fighting. My bump has become a symbol of hope instead of a painfulreminder.I’ve found support from those who get it. I’m not ready for a Moms group. Just eight months ago or so I was coming to terms with the possibility of never having biological children. I’m stuck in the “Wait a minute, I’m pregnant…with twins? When did that happen? ” phase. Thankfully, I’ve been part of an online support group from the beginning of my journey. Everyone in the group has experienced pregnancy after infertility. They get why surprise pregnancy announcements still sting and why there are times I continue to struggle to attend baby showers.I’ve learned to take my pregnancy one day, one appointment at a time. Part of me loves the extra ultrasounds. It looks like my boy and girl are practicing to qualify for Olympic gymnastics. Part of me dreads each visit. I got used to constant disappointment after so many failed rounds of IVF. I’ve consulted Dr. more than I would like to admit. I’ve read all the horror stories. Bad idea. Now I say a quick prayer before each visit and do my best to leave the anxious thoughts behind. I’m thankful for each day I get to feel my little acrobats bouncing around. I’ve stopped consulting Dr.I’m learning to manage my expectations. We were given a minimal chance of success at transfer. One of our embryos was a day behind in growth. A month later we heard two strong and steady heartbeats at our first ultrasound. I’m in awe of the miracle of our twins.
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, but I really was not ready for spending a childless life. Even a thought of being motherless would keep me awake at night.