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Supermumma Stories

Donna's Story

Donna's Story
Almost 2.5yrs ago, just after putting our (then) 4mth & 2yr old sons to bed on Christmas Eve 2016. I suffered a seizure. A completely life altering event, which will forever haunt my husband who had to witness (from what I’m told) the terrifyingly disturbing grand mal seizure as he stood helpless, not knowing what was going on, nor what to do.  All the while wondering if I was going to die. Whilst this was all going on, our beautiful boys slept soundly in their beds. Reevie in his bassinet within a arms reach of me - thankfully neither, none the wiser.

So I guess you can say my parenthood journey (especially with Reeve) has been rocked in epic proportions for the last two years. Definitely something you’d never imagine. But together as a family and with the tremendous support of our extended family and friends we’ve navigated our way through.

Amy's Story

Amy's Story

9 long days overdue but well worth the wait. 

My second baby was born as what is known as a BBA (birth before arrival), meaning that our baby was born before we could get to the hospital. We were lucky he was delivered safely and healthy at home on our bedroom floor by my husband with assistance from the amazing 000 operator. It was amazing, scary and crazy all rolled into one. Something I would never change for the world. But that’s a whole story on its own!

Little did I know though, that when I got pregnant again for the 3rd time, just how much anxiety that previous birth experience would cloud my pregnancy. Not to mention cause my husband a lot of anxiety around the delivery too. As much as he loves being the one who delivered our second baby at home, it was also terrifying for him too and something he just wasn’t keen on repeating.

Sarah's Story

Sarah's supermumma story

As I lay there in emergency with this American ER doctor and 27 trainees, they casually brought to my attention there were TWO sacs. Ummmmmm OKAY. There were tears (not me) and swearing (ME!). I was texting hubs frantically at this point, his response via text was the wide eyed emoji 😳 HA.

Upon returning the next day for an internal scan, they confirmed TWO SACS, TWO BABIES, TWO HEARTBEATS. I had my big boy with me, we had happy tears. After a crappy year, this seemed like a miracle. And TWO NEWBORNS? Heaven on earth.

My friends response? THE MORE THE MERRIER. Never underestimate your response to a woman who was about to double her kid count and carry multiples. Don’t be a Debbie downer and never ever ever show her your fear.

 

Linda's Story

Linda's Story

19 months later, we found out I was pregnant with our second daughter. Another little surprise. 

This time... the morning sickness was horrible. Horrible, horrible, HORRIBLE! Morning sickness + me = not good. I felt helpless… useless. I could not do what I felt like I 'should' have been doing. 

My depression got worse. I pushed myself out of bed every morning. I got myself dressed, I got my daughter dressed, I got her to daycare, I got myself to work. I pushed on through. Again, looking back... I should have hospitalised myself.   

I was not coping.

Just when I thought things could not get worse.... he left. 

My children’s father chose to leave us. 15 weeks after finding out we were pregnant again. He chose to leave me at my lowest point.  He chose to leave our family.  

Our relationship had died. He told me I should be able to handle all of this.

My world absolutely crumbled. It absolutely shattered. A few days later when reality had set in with all this, I phoned my Mum.  She came to stay with me. And my sister immediately flew down from Rockhampton to be with me and my daughter. They were there for me in every way possible.  

I had no choice but to keep on going. I had a nearly two-year-old, and another human growing inside me. What was I to do? What the heck was I to do?!? 

Donna's Story

Donna's Story

Hello my name is Donna and I am 44 years old. I am a full time working mama and I am married to a wonderful shift working hubby Linc. We have two beautiful girls Gemma (10 and a half) and Jasmine (who has just turned 9) and we have a pretty busy life with the girls dancing commitments so on our weekends we cherish family time.

Linc and I met when we were both 29 (on a blind date set up by friends!) and we pretty much knew we wanted to settle down and start a family relatively quickly. We bought a house within 2 and a half years and our dreams were starting.

The day we moved in our house, in March 2004, I was really tired. I put it down to moving house and winding down for a few weeks. A few days later an accidental opening of a draw revealed an engagement ring I wasn’t meant to see for a few weeks and bang we were engaged. Excitement all round!

Later that week I realised my period was late… I thought it was due the following week but checked my calculations and went and bought a test which came up positive. I was so shocked… Linc and I were so excited I went out and bought every pregnancy book! I went to my GP who confirmed it and then booked an appointment with my gyno/obstetrician, a wonderful doctor I had seen for a few years. I was ordered blood tests to check my HCG levels and had an estimated due date of Nov 27th 2004.

Being only 5 or so weeks pregnant I felt symptoms such as swollen boobs but nothing too obvious. Unfortunately not long after the excitement I started to bleed. I called my doctor who ordered another lot of bloods and this is where I learnt all about the rise and falls of HCG levels. My obstetrician called late one afternoon, between delivering babies, to tell me my levels weren’t rising and that a miscarriage was ‘imminent’. I remember asking if I could have hcg or progesterone injections to bump up the levels, practically pleading, to which I was told in a sympathetic but matter of fact way – no there is no hope. And within a few days I lost our first baby at 7 weeks.

Grecians Supermumma Story

Grecians Supermumma Story
Our family consists of a 3 year old daughter, Adelyn and twin daughters Hanna and Riley who were born 14 weeks premature in February 2018.
My girls are the reason I decided to share our journey and I believe us mums need to stick together and support one another, as to put it bluntly, being a mum is tough.
As a family we have been through so much in the past year but we have come out the other side... stronger then before. It's certainly put it's toll on hubby and I but we make an awesome team and I wouldn't be as strong as I am now without him.
Where does my journey start? Well, I believe infertility isn't openly talked about enough. Especially secondary Infertility.....
I pretty much had no chance at falling pregnant naturally as I had as many eggs as a post menopausal woman..... and the month of IVF was tough.

Kate's Story

Kate's Story
The first 24 months of my new life as a mother were the hardest. I have never been tested in the way that this new role has tested me. Most of it I could cope with; the pooing and spewing everywhere, the washing, the days without showers and living on snacks as meal. It was the sleep that nearly killed me. The baby’s sleep and my sleep!! Both were severely lacking. I have never experienced anything like the feelings that come with sleep deprivation.

Lisa's Story

Lisa's Story

I get induced as bubs is getting into a not such a good state, neither am I, and bubs is posterior so its agonising. I literally can’t breath and beg for an epidural. By this state I can’t even take a deep breath to hold still inbetween contractions because there is no time so I’m held down and ‘oooh yea feel some relief’. Not a full epidural because the babies in distress and we need all hands on deck. By the time it comes to push I have 15 doctors in the room and a guy vacuuming out my baby while I push and yes ‘scream’!

Out he finally comes… not really breathing and not crying onto my chest… then taken swiftly from me as the large gathering of doctors work on him and then he is taken up to the neonatal ward. I’m left drained, and sore, throwing up in a bag, wondering if he is even gonna make it. I get wheel chaired up to the ward later to see him attached to tubes and in a nappy… but alive!

Time moves on and my son is diagnosed with Autism. Again life tests me and continues to to this very day. After a period of grieving, I summon the strength only mums have and deal with that shit.

In the meantime my marriage is crumbling. Autism, Tourette’s tics, hyperactivity, sibling rivalry, lack of sleep, stress, lack of making time for each other, and lack of time for each other, feeling alone and scared, I am pushed to my absolute limits over and over again.

No one can help me or make it all better…

Ellice's Story

Ellice's Story
My pregnancy journey with Jesse was what you'd call... SHORT! From the time I found out I was pregnant to when I gave birth was only 13 short weeks! You see... I didn't know I was pregnant. Yep, I'm that crazy lady everyone asks, 'but, how did you not know?!'

Laura's Story - Part One

Laura's Story - Part One
After 4 months in Brisbane, 3 months in NICU and 4 weeks in PICU we were finally received a diagnosis. I still remember this day vividly. Zoe was diagnosed with a congenital myopathy. She had two mutations on her RYR1 gene that resulted in her weak and floppy muscles and poor breathing. We were told that Zoe’s genetic disease was rare and the only known case of its severity. Of the mutations that Zoe has, one has never been seen before and the other only a handful of times. Given this situation we were told that Zoe would pass away from respiratory failure most likely before her first birthday. This was the diagnosis we had feared since the day that Zoe was born. It was an incredibly emotional and difficult time.

Laura's Story - Part Two

Laura's Story - Part Two

I wrote the first part of my story back in May 2017 when I was experiencing my third miscarriage. I was so broken, it was all so much at once, the anniversary of Zoe’s death, a miscarriage, bereaved mother’s day, mother’s day. I took a lot of time off from my job because I just couldn’t function I did not have it in me.


I also underwent investigations in to my reasons for recurrent miscarriage in May/June of 2017. I wasn’t expecting much to come out of this, I was certain it was just our luck. Those investigations found that I am a heterozygous carrier of the MFTHR gene mutation which has been linked to recurrent pregnancy loss as well as other pregnancy complications. It was also found that my ovarian reserve was low, not a major cause for concern but as I was not ready to try to conceive again it was recommended to go back on birth control.

Turns out I never got a repeat on my script and I couldn’t get in to my doctor to get a prescription in time for me to take the pills correctly. So we decided to be careful and to not not try… I fell pregnant the one time we slipped, there are a lot of people that say it always happens when you least expect it. 

Being pregnant again was such a mix of emotions. I was excited and terrified, so anxious about how things would progress.

Kara's Story

Kara's Story
For the second and third nights at home, we had a very unhappy and unsettled baby. He just cried and cried so in desperation I would just put him on my breast. Which in hindsight was the right thing to do. Technically it was cluster feeding right? So the more I fed him should have meant more milk right? Not for us. There was nothing there for him and after a few minutes he would come off and cry. Our poor tiny boy, we had no idea what was wrong or how to help him.
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