My Beautiful Girls by Justine aka 3PonyPrincesses

My Beautiful Girls
I married the love of my life on 13th September 2003 at age 28 and he was 36, knowing full well we may not ever be able to have children. I only have one ovary and one tube and what plumbing I do still have is very scarred ... so was told IVF would only ever be our option to bring bubs into this world. One year after marrying we tried our first round of IVF with no success, then a FET ( frozen embryo transer ) of which also failed. We were blessed with success on our 2nd full stim cycle and on April fools day 2005, our first beautiful daughter came into this world weighing 8pounds 7 ounces.

Wow what an adventure that was! We were booked into a private hospital to have her in Brisbane, went into pre-term spontaneous labour at 38 weeks at midnight April fools day ( rudely awoken in bed with my waters breaking ) only to call the private hospital and be told, " honey you can't come here tonight we have no beds!" GREAT lady, what did you expect me to do have this baby at home here on the toilet!?!?!?!? I was told to call the public hospital and call my obs and he would meet me there. Fine, great we thought, you gotta do what you gotta do, BUT had we ever practiced how to get to the Royal Women's hospital ? No, not never !!!! We had only ever practiced to get to the Wesley private hospital from Nudgee beach, where we were staying with my aunty at the time, as we live in a small country town 3hrs away from Brissy. OMG what an adventure! In the car hubby and I hop, well I crawl in with like 5 towels stuffed between my legs.... right how hard can this be I say to hubby, bare in mind my contractions at this time were like 2 minutes apart and soooo painful..... we get into the area finally and can see the hospital, but do you think for the life of us we can GET to it!!!??? Finally after going round in circles for ages ( which is most likely really like 5mins it's just always worse when you are in labour ) we come across some council workers, it's like 1am in the morning by this time, and they explain to us how to get there, me still sitting backwards on the passenger seat hugging it firmly ( boy o boy what a sight those council workers had to witness ), screaming with each contraction. We get there  and the( Royal Women's) volunteer man ( yup i said MAN ) comes out with a wheelchair to help me up to maternity. Wow how bl@@dy embarrassing was that? Here I am with nothing but towels between my legs, leaking like a bl@@dy sieve, screaming in pain with each contraction and my shorts around my hips, and now being handed over to a complete stranger! Wow what a sight I must have been! Hubby had to leave me with this bloke and go park the car, poor chap. I must have been the pregnant woman from hell. I kept making him stop between the a&e entrance and the maternity ward, which was a ways away. Every time a contraction came I made him stop real still ( more than 10 times ) .... its was a bl@@dy hard trip that one! Then we got there, went in the labour room and within an hour out comes our beautiful girl Jade-Elle Piper, just perfect in every way..... I rest! Holy heck, what a night!

Here we are cruising along in life, paid off our house and property, really enjoying things, contemplating another round of IVF for one more bub, when I get very sick and cannot stop chucking for the life of me ( i never had any morning sickness with my first pregnancy so this was not considered ). I take myself to the doctor thinking I must be very very sick with god knows what, and he does a random pregnancy test. Yup you guessed it, I am pregnant! What? How? No way, complete denial, I venture into the - no i cant be do another test blah blah blah, blood work comes back to confirm it. Then I start heavy bleeding at about 8 weeks, thinking I am miscarrying. They give me a dildo scan and find two sacs and only one heart beat, sad, we had twins but one failed to progress BUT one baby was in there doing just fine with a nice strong heartbeat... great.... sad and happy at the same time if you know what I mean.  Then at the routine 12 week scan, the sonographer says, "lovely, two nice strong heartbeats!" I'm like, what did you just say? Show me that screen? Hubby is there and we are both dumbfounded but it's true both our twins are alive, growing and healthy... we have stuck gold.... after being told I could never ever get pregnant naturally, here we are 12 weeks pregnant with twins..... holy heck! Our local hospital doesn't do tertiary scans ( 20 weeks) so we had to travel to Brissy for that one, and on the way in the car hubby and I joked to each other thinking-great, maybe it's really triplets this time???! lol

On 5th Dec 2006 our beautiful identical twin girls Ruby and Molly come into this world just perfect and breathing all by themselves with no health issues, and roomed with me immediately. Felt funny going into hospital not even being in labour ( they were a planned c section ). I stayed for like 6 days, really great time and plenty of help, was able to breastfeed them both as I did my first daughter. I also bottle fed them my expressed breast milk...... life was busy back at home with 3 kids under one but it's certainly do-able, and life really does get easier as they get older.

Today - our eldest started prep this year and just turned 5 and our twins have just turned 3 in December. I was truly blessed to have a generous amount of help from great family and friends.

We call all our 3 daughters true miracles and feel so truly blessed to wake up to them each and every day.

Cherish life I say :-)

Justine aka 3PonyPrincesses