I suggest you find the Lion King’s ‘Circle of Life’ on YouTube and have it playing whilst you read the following – for added drama.
30+: the amount of times I begged Nick to leave me for a ‘proper woman: one who would bear him a child’ (Forgive the archaic language: I get biblical in moments of despair).
4,500: the amount in pounds I spent on ‘fertility aids’ such as ovulation tests, Chinese herbs, acupuncture, reflexology, energy healing, thermometers, fertility books, vitamins, powdered peruvian root veg, semi-illegal pots of progesterone, organic sweet potatoes and so on.
20,000: the amount in pounds I wanted to raise to get a new-age fertility treatment whereby I would fly to a clinic in Mexico and get a blood transfusion. With Nick’s blood.
0: how much it actually cost us for one round of IVF (as far as I’m concerned, the NHS is up there with Freedom of Speech and Cadbury’s Dairy Milk as ‘things this country can be proud of’.)
40: the amount of minutes it took one nurse to find my cervix during just one of the many lets-just-say-less-than-pleasant-legs-in-stirrups examinations (in her defence, she said this: ‘Pet, in my 25 years of nursing that’s the smallest cervix I’ve ever experienced’.)
90: how many injections I gave myself.
205: the amount of giant progesterone pills I had to stick somewhere where no man has ever gone before.
100 million: the amount of sperm brought to the (clinical) table by Nick at just one sitting (or standing? I didn’t ask him).
15: the average amount of eggs produced by a woman my age during one IVF cycle (the amount of eggs produced is a good indicator of whether you’ll be successful or not…)
8: the amount of eggs I produced – even with the last ditch attempt at extra hormones (luckily I was too off my face on sedatives to worry about the low figure at this point. So off it, in fact, that I apparently asked the lab technician if my eggs were ‘sparkly’ (showbiz to the end)).
5: how many eggs actually fertilized.
2: the number that were considered ‘good enough’ to use.
10: the amount of seconds it took us to decide we wanted to give both embryos a chance, and have them both put back inside me.
1: the number of embryos that actually made it to the all important WEEK 12 SCAN.
Ladies and Gentleman, allow us to present to you… MIRACLE BABY (hopefully I’ve timed my writing correctly so you’ve just reached the bit in the song where Rafiki holds Simba and Nala’s baby lion up into the sky, the chorus comes back in full pelt, and the jungle animals all go off it)