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Supermumma Stories

Laura's Story

Laura's Story
My journey to motherhood is an interesting one and also very long, spanning nearly 7 years. In that time my husband and I have experienced the best day of our lives and also the most devastating.

Catherine's Story

Catherine's Story
Then we came to our 20 week scan. My husband got the time off work to come and see our little human on the screen. Heartbeat – check. Brain size and formation – check. Spine – check. Internal organs – check. The scan went on. Face. Eyes. Lips. Nose. Arms. Fingers. Legs. Feet. Lips. Nose. Lips. Nose. I watched the technician as she went back and forth from my babies limbs to its face. Lips, nose, lips, nose. I asked if there was something wrong. She just looked at me. “Just give me a minute” she said. We had no idea what was going on. Eventually she came back and had one more look. Then silence.

Kim's Story

Kim's Story

I was devastated when they told me I’d have to stay a few more days. It was just too hard having the little guy at the hospital with me, so he visited and breastfed during the day, and went home at night. I would express milk at night and send it home for the next night’s feeds. Being separated from my tiny baby was awful. My breasts were confused, and I kept thinking I could hear him crying, even though he wasn’t there. Setting alarms to wake up and express milk during the night was no fun either. I just wanted to go home. 

 

After a week in hospital, x-rays, CT scans, daily blood and urine tests, an MRI and a kidney biopsy, I was diagnosed with Microscopic Polyangiitis, an autoimmune disease that had really taken its toll on my kidneys.  

 

I needed to start treatment of Prednisolone (a steroid) and Cyclophosphamide (a chemotherapy drug). The Dr explained that the treatment may reduce my chances of conceiving more children. And that I would have to stop breastfeeding. That’s when I broke down.... "

Supermumma Stories

Supermumma Stories
When I was a little girl every Friday night my entire family (I’m talking about 30people!) would all head over to my Oma's house. The men would dr...
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