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So fast forward a few hundred years and now I'm a mature lady , about to get divorced, with 2 adult sons and a 15 year old daughter. My IVF story is separate to this, but a little background won't go amiss. The husband had to go and go he did. I suppose I thought my life would just carry on merrily as a mum with 3 kids. I was directing a lot of musicals and singing a lot in cabaret, I didn't really need much else. But then I went to see an open air production of Romeo and Juliet and my world turned upside down when I saw a gorgeous man pictured in the programme. I laughingly said "THAT's the man I'm going to marry." And 6 years later, I did. Through friends backstage I got him interested in my productions and once apart from a big hiccup when I found out he was 16 years younger than me (I ran a mile), we met each quickly found a strong and abiding love. We were married in 2009 and I was given away by my dad, who died a day later. My dad didn't get to meet our twins and that's a very sad thing as I know he would have loved them. And so on to their day of arrival. I had SPD, insulin controlled diabetes, ranitidine controlled indigestion and probably every otherknown horrible symptom of pregnancy. I think the only thing I didn't have was Carpel Tunnel Syndrome. I wanted these babies OUT. Our planned caesarian (they were both breech) was due on the Friday and it was the Wednesday morning. I woke and said to my beloved "I really, really don't think I can stand another night of this." At which point my waters broke all over the bed. And I SMILED. Hoo-bloody-ray. They are coming out today! I still didn't think about the momentous event that was about to happen, just that I might be able to walk without crutches, eat without feeling dreadful and stop injecting insulin 3 times a day. I phoned the hospital and they said to come straight in. I was sooooo happy! Once there things moved quickly. I was put on a monitor and told I was in labour (news to me). A Dr took one look and started mumbling about a natural delivery. NO NO NO I said. But she seemed to ignore me. "I'll just check your notes." And off she went. I said to DH, I cannot do this naturally, not breech. Fortunately, the Dr returned and agreed. I walked into the operating theatre and confessed to the anaesthetist that I was nervous. He could not have been lovelier. He told me what was happening and what I would feel every step of the way. He painted my back as I sat on the bed and then he asked me to lean forward on the other anaesthetist. I was frightened at the idea of a needle in the spine, but I really didn't feel a thing. After that they laid me down and prepped me. The area was masked off. About now, DH was allowed back in the room and he rightly stayed at the head end. The anaesthetist told me it would feel as if people were washing up in my tummy and it certainly did. He then asked if we would like a photo taken and gave our camera to the 2nd anaesthetist who stood waiting. And then just out of the blue that unearthly and most wonderful sound. A baby's cry. Our daughter's cry. That tiny thing that had been so silent and so unknown, was speaking to the world. The camera snapped away. And a second cry, a different voice. Our son. They were busily wrapped up and placed on my chest. I shall always remember the moment my DH held his child for the first time. It was something that I had dreamed of for so long.
--[[User:Mad Margaret|Mad Margaret]] ([[User talk:Mad Margaret|talk]]) 22:28, 28 April 2013 (UTC)