Keep On Keeping On

I love being a mum.  She inspires me to be the best version of me. Her very presence has taught me about what really matters.

My daughter was conceived with the miracle help of IVF and born via an elective C-section.

I highlight the C-section, because of the wide-spread shaming of women who elect a C-section.  We make these major decisions based upon the health and wellbeing of our families and no one outside of that family has any right whatsoever to comment.

A C-section for me alleviated the concern that stress and fatigue would trigger a seizure during delivery.  I could never forgive myself for selfishly insisting on a ‘natural birth’ if I hurt my daughter in any way.  To be honest, it never really crossed my mind to do something so stupid.

I breastfed my daughter.  I take Keppra and Lamictal which has minimum transference through breast milk and the National Breastfeeding Association Recommends that you breastfeed for a minimum of six months. So that was my aim.  I was warned that this might be difficult given that fatigue is a major trigger for my epilepsy.  To say, I was adamant and little dismissive of their advice is probably an understatement.

When my daughter was two months old, I had a serious episode.  Or at least that is what my specialist described it as.  I call it three major grand mal seizures one after the other that had my family thinking my life was over.  I was in bed breastfeeding my little girl when the first one started. Apparently my arms stretched out straight as if I was somehow, unconsciously passing my child to her dad. But in reality, it sent her flying into her dad’s arms.

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Before I became a mum, I didn’t understand the true reality of epilepsy.  If I had a seizure, I always new it was because of something stupid I did or of ignoring the signs – like being stressed and run down, and not getting enough sleep.  The consequence of not being able to drive for a few months was really the motivator behind my seizure-free life.

But when your decisions impact the safety of a child who grew inside of you for nine months, nothing could be more life-altering.  I wanted my independence to be a great mum, but also shuddered at the possibility of drowning her in the bath because I had a seizure…

It really changed my attitude to epilepsy.  Before, epilepsy was something I rebelled against; I was always out to prove that it didn’t impact my life.

Now, epilepsy is something I have.  It doesn’t stop me from living a full life, but I now think more carefully about how I do things, the timeframes within which I can achieve them, and it helps me know when to stop or take a break.  And I admit, it makes me feel like a crappy mother quite often.  But so you know, with a little help, I started to express and her Dad began giving the night feeds.  My daughter was breastfed for ten months!

Now it isn’t just about me. It is about my ability to always be there for my little girl, to not leave her father alone, and to enjoy every moment of our lives together.

It’s no longer a war with epilepsy, it’s a lasting relationship.  I’m not saying we are friends, but I am saying that I have developed a respectful understanding of epilepsy and a working relationship with it.

So why has it taken me so long to add to my blog?  Honestly?

Firstly, I have been truly enjoying being a mum, a doctoral student, and domestic goddess.  I haven’t been missing full-time work one little bit, but have been relishing doing bits and pieces of contract work.  I have been too busy enjoying this new adventure with epilepsy and selfishly, haven’t thought of the value of sharing my experiences.

And finally, I truly love reading positive stories of mothers succeeding, but I am getting increasingly frustrated by incredibly ignorant and judgmental attitudes of other women who clearly have no idea what it means to acknowledge the impact a hidden disability makes on our lives.  And don’t get me started on their opinions about IVF, or decisions people make about reproduction, termination or having more or any children.

In a society where we are dealing with sexism constantly, it would be nice if women could stand together in support of one another, irrespective of our individual beliefs, but empathetic to the individual choices we each need to make for our own and our family’s wellbeing.

So I’m putting my story out there.  I am a mum who has epilepsy.  I’ve already had to jump through the hurdles of IVF and now I’m learning that I am not invincible.  It is a hard pill to swallow, but I reassure myself that I am a better person, wife and mother because of it.

I know my daughter will grow up knowing how much she is loved.  And I want her to know that adversity is not the end of the world; that what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger and more compassionate.

So I share this with you in the hope that perhaps on those down days you will remember this and continue on keeping on.

MJ

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Life: What an adventure!

Let’s face it, life is not always fun and games.  Too often we get overly focused on what is negative in our world.  For me, it has been the struggle to fall pregnant, financial limitations that meant I could not afford IVF and the usual work issues.

Over the last three months I’ve learnt to alter this mindset.  I was fortunate to participate in the Positive Mind Body program for fertility. It is a group program that supports women and their partners through the emotional ups and downs of infertility.  It wasn’t just the meditation, breathing exercises and mindfulness strategies that helped, but the opportunity to talk with other intelligent, successful women in the same situation.  They are all very successful in their chosen field of work and all want to have children.  It isn’t that we have the exact same infertility diagnoses or experiences, but that we have issues full stop.  For once, nobody told me it would be alright, that I should just calm down or go on a holiday.

The last time I contributed to my blog was a particularly low point in my life.  The Doctor told me to book an MRI because of a suspected complication.  The MRI returned clear and I fell apart in the Doctor’s office.  As odd as my mindset was, I was prepared to have a new diagnosis and expected months of medical intervention to correct it.  The news simply threw my forward planning into disarray.  So we decided to plan for an IVF cycle.  That was over a month ago.

“When life gives you a thousand reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile.” (Unknown Author, www.boardofwisdom.com)

But there was one awesome complication… You see, I had recently been awarded a scholarship to attend a world conference in education.  So I am off to Scotland next week on the 20th July!  Yes, a person with epilepsy on an international journey, all alone!  What an adventure.

I told my Doctor about my upcoming trip overseas and we decided to do an egg collection and freeze.  In fact, she explained that for me, freezing and transferring later would be more effective and would eliminate the high possibility of over stimulation. It also meant that I could travel without worrying about an early pregnancy and the possibility of miscarriage whilst I am away.

I leave next week and know that I have seven little possibilities in the freezer.  There are so many things I am thankful and excited for:

  • I am excited that despite my epilepsy I can travel alone.
  • I am thankful for the scholarship and am looking forward to meeting new people.
  • I am excited to pick up my very own hand-made set of bagpipes.
  • I can’t wait to use ph00-pmy new camera and take awesome shots of the Scottish Highlands, and
  • I’m looking forward to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival and the Military Tattoo.

On the 6th August I can return to Australia, apply what I learnt to my teaching, learn a new instrument, join a pipe band and to continue my journey to motherhood.

And although I know that my IVF journey is in it’s infancy, and that there will certainly be more disappointments before it is over, I can breath deeply and think about the thousand reasons I have to smile.

MJ

 

 

I’m Not Fine

7724418I recently read a blog post by Ragdollmummas titled Fine in Our Own Way that has resonated with my current existence. I’ve been doing exactly what she wrote about: I’ve been fine. To quote the article, ‘we may be curled up in the fetal position sobbing on the inside, but on the outside there is no other choice but to be fine and all good and to keep on keeping on.’

She is spot-on. We cannot expect that the people around us are able to understand the struggles we deal with; nor should be expect them to. Once again I have had to deal with an unsuccessful fertility attempt. It seemed that little bit more frustrating given the result came during the Easter Long weekend when we were supposed to be praising the risen Lord. In that moment, I can truthfully say that the hypocrisy of the celebration was not lost on me.

I think it was Tuesday evening when my man and I watched an episode from the SBS series, Secrets of the Brain. In one experiment, an audience was required to watch a film of animals in distress. One half of the audience was allowed to cry and express emotions whilst the other half of the audience was requested to ‘be fine’, hold it together and remain neutral. Once the film was over, all participants were required to hold a hand exerciser for as long as they could. Interestingly, the half of the audience who were allowed to express their emotions had the strength to hold the exerciser closed for the longest. Those who spent the film ‘being fine’ were unable to hold the hand-exerciser closed for any significant length of time. The conclusion was that the energy used by the brain to maintain neutrality was so draining that the body physically could not muster enough strength to hold a hand exerciser closed.

And that is the difficulty of having epilepsy and fertility issues. My family tends to understand the challenges of epilepsy. Even though they don’t have seizures, they struggle through the experience and memory of watching a seizure and caring for me afterwards. As a result, I know they feel as helpless as I often feel. Unfortunately, this empathy and understanding does not translate to infertility. My parents are already grandparents. My partner is supportive, but I am sure doesn’t feel the loss and failure that I do. I cried into his shoulder only this week and apologized because I don’t fail well. He of course told me that I am not a failure and hugged me that little bit more tightly. Whilst I am glad I can cry into his shoulder and enjoy the comfort of his arms around me, I can’t always see past the negative. Instead, I try to be fine on the outside.   And that is exhausting.

I’m glad I have PhD research to do because I am not sure how I would have survived this school holiday without the distraction. It seems that little bit worse the third time around. What ever happened to “third time lucky”?

In my not always believable attempt to be fine, I’ve immersed myself in books and articles as I complete research for my PhD; How to write a survey, defining the characteristics of a semi-structured interview, and delving into gender differences on the brain, adolescent education, music and leadership. Between doing this, I have cried, enjoyed nana naps, stayed home, cleaned and I suspect, had an anxiety attack. I’ve even developed strategies for talking with my mother. When I talk to her on the phone, I try really hard not to cry with volume; tears are fine so long as no noise registers. Keeping your voice at a neutral pitch is also helpful; too high and you sound anxious, too low and you sound like you are trying too hard. The trick is to breath normally. When your breath hitches, you can be guaranteed that anything you say next will come out as a sob.

They say that animals are perceptive. I am sure that those of you with pets would agree. My puppy Aria is supportive in just the way I need; she will curl up on my lap, sit quietly and become just that little bit cuddlier. There is no judgment or attempt to tell me that everything will be ok. I suspect this is what my human family tries to do, but without the same success. I also like that Aria cannot tell anyone I’m not fine, and her unconditional love means that she would never judge me.

My blog post this time is not to present a conclusion or solution. I just want to put it out there that sometimes we are not ok, and that is fine. At least for me, this blog is a way of expressing what I am feeling and to let other people know that they are not the only ones.

I am hoping this post will help dig me out of the ditch I currently find myself in.

Read the post by Ragdollmummas here:

https://ragdollmummas.wordpress.com/2016/03/25/fine-in-our-own-way/