This is a question I have asked myself a lot over the last year.
The 30th September 2015 started out as any other. I got up, took O to my mums and headed into work. Days in school fly by and as I sat in my classroom once the kids had all gone home it dawned on me that my period was four days late. It wasn’t unusual for me to be a couple of days late but not four!
As I googled early pregnancy symptoms (not that I really needed to, I knew most of them off by heart) the only one that I seemed to have was an increase in nose bleeds, something I don’t usually have. Apart from that I didn’t have any. With O I knew I was pregnant within days. I had all the symptoms and I just knew. This time for the first month in a long time I hadn’t been symptom spotting.
I told myself I was being stupid, I’d been disappointed so many times before that I refused to get my hopes up and pushed the idea out of my mind. But this month was different, and we had tried something a little different.
I had convinced myself that I had a cold uterus. No, I hadn’t heard of it either but after trying for a baby for three years I spent far too long googling how to get pregnant. My husband thought I was a bit crackers but one of the symptoms was cold hands and my hands are almost always cold, so I thought there might be something in it. According to Chinese medicine a cold uterus can prevent an implanted egg from growing, and if you think about it it kinda makes sense. You can’t cook anything in a cold oven, can you?
For the whole of September I had concentrated on warming up my uterus. I stopped putting ice in my drinks, started to drink lemon and ginger tea (ginger is very good for warming the body apparently) and I wore socks all the time, even to bed. Each evening as we sat watching television I would put a hot water bottle on my tummy to keep my stomach and uterus area nice and cosy. Did I think it would work? To be honest, probably not, but after spending thousands of pounds on an IVF cycle that led to nowhere giving up ice was a small price to pay. And sitting with a hot water bottle in the cooler Autumn evenings was actually quite nice.
Like I said before my husband thought it was all a bit silly but we didn’t have anything to lose by trying it. Neither of us expected that a few weeks later we would be staring at the second pink line that we had dreamed about for so long.
We will never know if I had a cold uterus or not. Maybe it was just our time for our second little boy to come along, but maybe those changes meant that our little tiny fertilised egg could implant and grow. I like to think it was a combination of the two.
G turns four months old today and he is the most beautiful and special little boy. He is always smiling and is such a delight, with a fiery streak that comes out when he doesn’t get what he wants. I can’t imagine not knowing him.
Our gorgeous G, who was definitely worth the wait.