The day I became a Mum – Mr.4, 10.07.2006
Last night hubby and I visited the best doctor in the world, my Ob/Gyn. One cannot fault this man. With a little help from modern medicine, he helped us conceive Mr.4; and also delivered both my boys via classical c-sections, which were very tricky births. He was worth every dollar (and that’s a lot of dollars). Oh and he also postponed his annual holiday to deliver Mr.2 safely – you can’t ask for more than that!
But back to last night’s consultation. Although half the time was spent discussing motor cars (Dr and hubby) while the topic at hand – er, me – was forgotten, we did of course satisfy the purpose of our visit. The main question being whether it would be possible for us to have a third child.
We certainly haven’t been desperately wanting to have a third child. It was more a case of if I fell pregnant by surprise, then we’d go with it. Although I had been getting clucky again lately…so it was important to ask the question.
There was also a little part of me that had to know for sure one way or the other, whether it was actually feasible. You see for us, the falling pregnant bit wasn’t too difficult – it was the pregnancy itself, whether my inner bits were up to carrying a third baby, or if it was just too risky.
After the Doc spent a few moments in silence, thinking it through, I got my answer. “You’re almost 35…after two classical caesarians it’s likely there’s a lot of uterine scarring…it would mean weeks of bed rest in hospital…there is a good risk of uterine rupture and then a hysterectomy during the birth…which we don’t want to end up with…that’s not to mention the risk to the baby.”
Then he looked at both of us, and added, “You’ve got a loving husband, two great healthy kids…now if I were your husband – which I’m not and couldn’t be anyway because I’m old enough to be your father – but if I was, I’d be very concerned for your safety carrying a third baby. So I’d say, be very happy with what you have.”
Fair enough, and he’s right of course. I may have gotten a little clucky recently, but not clucky enough to even consider taking any of those risks. And I am very lucky to have what I have. Very blessed indeed.
And so that’s the end of procreating for us. I’m just going to have to be satisfied with buying baby gifts for friends’ babies. Then fingers crossed, when I’m old and grey, some grandkids will come along. I’m planning on spoiling them rotten 😉