My Intertwined children. Part 8. Final – The Story of Boo

Three Years Ago Today

A beautiful, precious baby girl arrived.

She did not arrive as planned, because her mother was a midwife and they are known not to have normal labours!

After a long, long labour, with lots of vomiting (way worse than any pain), and a transfer from the Birth Centre to the hospital, finally fully dilated but… hmmm, whats that??? Oh its her brow presenting!!! Now for those of you, with no knowledge, the brow and face of a baby don’t squish like the back and top of their heads, which generally means they ain’t going to get through where they need to get through!!!

So at 5.17am Boo was born by caesarean section, and her mother was just so relieved to have a big, chubby, healthy newborn.

Her mother felt completely whole, like the missing piece of the puzzle had been found, and wondered how she survived this long without Boo?
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Before Boo was conceived, her mother was very sad after losing her baby son, Kai. Her mother desperately wanted a baby to love and nurture but she was not sure how this would happen.

There were lots of things going on in her mother’s distraught head, apart from the loss of a baby. She had just returned from living overseas, she didn’t have a social network which included single men, she was too depressed to go out and meet single men… Oh wait she did go on a date but realised that she would be in a relationship for all the wrong reasons, it would only be based on the prospect of obtaining sperm!

Her mother was a midwife, there was no way she could bring herself to go and share other families joy, or look at newborns. And did you know there are a lot of pregnant women out there when you just want that to be you???

Her mother had been for a job interview, and a question had been “What motivates you? What makes you get out of bed in the mornings?” The answer in the mothers head was, “The fact that the puppy needs to go out for a wee!” She didn’t think that was the right answer, so mumbled some crap that might sound impressive!

Obviously, her mother had, and needed lots of counselling. She commonly heard “At least you know you can get pregnant, and can try again.” Geez, Louise, she was nearly 36 and SINGLE!!! Do you people not get it, AGAIN for good measure. SHE. IS. SINGLE.

In December, the mother was a bit more pro-active and started looking into using a sperm donor. She could not quite get her head around an anonymous donor though, and her friends and family began searching for known donors themselves!

In early January, she met someone who was interested in being a sperm donor (found by her cousin). They discussed clinics, and other options.

In January, she had an initial appointment with an obstetrician who buoyed her spirits by telling her that within 6 months of any pregnancy, women are more fertile and she should definitely try before April.

In February, she had an appointment at the fertility clinic and was accepted as a candidate for donor sperm.

Also in February she had her annual PAP smear, and low and behold those nasty CIN2 (pre-cancerous) cells had returned. The gynaecologist allowed her 6 months to try and get pregnant before he would insist upon treatment.

She rang the interested donor and they went out for dinner the next night to discuss donating options. A lot of wine was consumed…

In March, the details of two anonymous donors arrived in the mail from the clinic. The sperm was ready as soon as she had decided which one, and when she wanted to start. Also that day, after getting nauseas driving her car, she discovered two pink lines on a stick.
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The mother planned early Chorionic Villus Sampling (CVS) to check for genetic abnormalities. To pass the anxious waiting time she did a two week midwifery contract in the country, and much to her surprise she didn’t fall apart and was able to share other peoples joy.

Everyone tried hard to talk the mother out of a CVS due to the risk of miscarriage, but having any testing involving odds was not acceptable. In her head if it was one in a million chance for a problem, she would be that one, and she was not patient enough to wait for an amniocentesis.

The mother felt different this time, there of course was anxiety but that sense of dread that lingered in her first pregnancy just wasn’t there.

At 13 weeks pregnant, the CVS results had come back normal and the mother was told she was having a girl.

The rest of the pregnancy continued comfortably.

And so that is, The Story of Boo. And this is why Boo really is the centre of my universe.

Happy 3rd Birthday, my precious one!

Oh and if you are wondering about that PAP smear, at 6 months pregnant the CIN2 was still there, and it was decided to wait until the baby was 12 weeks old for a repeat, as pregnancy hormones may speed up the cancer process and that would give the mother 3 months of breastfeeding in case radical treatment was required. At that check up the CIN2 had gone, and her cervix has been completely normal ever since!