The Day both our Babies came home…

As you know if you have read back in my blog or followed for awhile, we have been on the Adoption list since 15th November 2011. We have always wanted to adopt, even if we were blessed with a biological baby and so we remained on the list during our pregnancy. That meant that we were on RACAP for a potential match but, our SW did not put our profile forward to any birth parents in that time.

Following on from the devastating loss of Eloise, on 22nd November, we touched base with our Social Worker and told her everything. We wanted to meet up with her to discuss everything face to face, but she had to have dental surgery and was out of commission for a few weeks. When she sent me a what’s app on the 14th December, asking me to call her, I rang her back thinking that it was to make a time for us all to meet up.

She asked me how we were doing and I told her we were getting by day by day and working through our loss, together, the best way we know how. She asked me if D was home (which I thought was a bit odd) and I said, no, he is on his way from the office (it was 5pm ish that she called). Then she said the words we have been waiting, what seems like our whole lives, to hear…. THERE IS A BABY!!!!!!!

Now, I have imagined getting THE CALL hundreds, if not thousands of times over the past year…I avidly read blogs and other people’s accounts of when they received THE CALL and, in my head, I burst into floods of happy tears and float off to baby city with D to spend thousands on stocking up the nursery, before heading out to meet our destiny, our baby.

What I felt in reality though, was just shock. Complete and utter shock at the timing and it wasn’t tears of joy that fell, but rather more tears of pain and loss. This was not right…why weren’t we, after all that we have been through, even allowed to experience the joy that THE CALL should bring?? Without hesitating at my shocked silence, Zoe said immediately that it was a Baby Boy and went on to explain that she hadn’t even wanted to put our profile forward but, as there were 11 other profiles being put forward, she knew our chances of being picked were slim. She said she never would have put us forward for a girl, as she knows it would’ve been far too difficult for us. Finally I found my voice and asked if he had been born yet and she said yes, he was born on the 8th December, was currently in a place of safety and the earliest that we would be able to pick him up, would be the following Tuesday (this was a Friday). She went on to say that D and I must discuss it fully, as the timing is obviously very soon, when our hearts are still so very broken and that, if we felt that we weren’t ready, there were 2 other families lined up, so we didn’t have to feel guilty about saying no, but that the birth mom had been delighted with our profile (later on I discovered that this was due in part to our age and my big family, as well as the similarities she picked up on with our lifestyle). I said that I would talk it through with D and would call her back in the morning.

I hung up and called him straight away. When I told him that I had heard from Zoe, he knew from my tone of voice that it wasn’t just for an appointment to see her, I told him there was a baby boy out there and he said that he was around the corner and would be home soon. He walked in with a pale, shocked face which mirrored my own and said he was in complete disbelief… could our dreams have been completely obliterated and then go on to come true, all in the space of 3.5 weeks??

We stayed up all night talking it through, we needed to make sure that we could cope with the demands of a newborn, as well as process the grief and properly mourn Eloise. The conclusion we came to was that this baby had been sent directly to us, by our little Angel. She had answered our prayers to her, asking that  would come back to us one day, by sending us this precious soul. We also think that, maybe the Lord sent her to us for such a short time, to see if we were ready to be the most special of parents… Adoptive Parents… and, by showing complete selflessness in letting her go, He has rewarded us.

So, we met with our SW on Saturday 15th December, talked it through with her, heard about the BM’s circumstances… and agreed to pick our Son up on Tuesday 18th Dec!! He would then be 10 days old. The next 2 days were spent frantically shopping and borrowing stuff for the nursery that we had just dismantled. Thank goodness our nephew was only 5.5 months old and so we could have a lot of his newborn clothes and moses basket and one of my friends had kept her cot and compactum from her kids, even though her youngest is now 4. Coupled with my special friend Sim tracking down a pram and car seat and a boatload of bottles, we were pretty much set!

On the 18th, we first took a trip to Thom Kight funeral home, to pick Eloise up and bring her home… it was only fair that she be home first. We had bought her the most beautiful trinket box with Dragon Flies on it, symbolic for us as we have seen so many of them over past 3 weeks and we live nowhere near water… plus they are symbolic of a short life, well lived, just as hers was. We also found a gorgeous heart locket, so we had some of her ashes sealed in that and the rest in the trinket box… she will now forever be near my heart, as well as in it. We spent some time at home with her, before setting out to pick her brother up. It was a very bittersweet and emotional day, during which, both our babies came home.

(At the time of writing this) he has been home for 6 nights and we are slowly finding our feet. He is obviously bottle fed and so DH and I have been taking it in turns and the place of safety he was in had gotten him into the most marvellous routine, so it really hasn’t been too hard. We have managed a few hours unbroken sleep a night and I have mostly managed a snooze in the day too! He is a little star. My emotions are at times all over the place and I have the odd little cry over the fact that it is not Eloise who I am tucking in at night, who I am comforting and raining kisses on, but I know that is normal and I let the emotions out when I need to, as it is the only way to deal with it properly. I didn’t have the instant flash of love, as many of you have experienced, but I know that is normal for our circumstances too and I will grow to love him in the same all-encompassing way that I love E, I just need to give it time. There is also obviously the remainder of the 60 days which we have to bear in mind and, after the “bad luck” that we have had recently, my head can’t stop telling me that this could all come crashing down at any point before the 6th Feb… also the birth father is not in the picture, so we actually have 90 days to wait till it can become official. I really do hope that I won’t let the fear of the “what if” and the hurt and pain that could come, stop me from bonding fully with him.

We are relieved that he is a bouncing boy, as shopping for baby girl things, would currently be too much for our battered hearts to bear. Also, as he is a boy, there is less of a feeling of “replacing” Eloise and more comfort to be taken in the fact that she sent him to us. We have to accept that this is God’s will, we will never forget her, we will tell her brother all about her, we will buy a decoration for her every Christmas and a present every birthday and Christmas. When we are ready, we will donate the presents bought for her, to a Children’s home, in her name. More than likely, we will take a family trip to Cape Town, where there is a home for children with Hydrocephalus and we will give the toys to them…. it will be nice to wait until her brother is at an age to understand (and, by then, we will have a nice pile of toys to donate!). She will forever remain a part of our family.

I will post an update soon, as to how our beautiful Ashton has integrated himself into our family, in such a way, that we know he was always destined to be our little boy.

Thanks to all of you out in the blogosphere for all your support and messages over the past few months, they were always lovely to read and, during the difficult times, gave us the push we needed to get through another day.



Ashton ❤



Eloise’s birth…written by her Daddy (Part 2)

Sister Bridgett talked to me all the way and telling me what a beautiful and special girl Eloise was. The memories we had, needed to be cherished and she said that we must spend time with her and take as many photos as possible. So many people spend the time with their child, but it is so short that the memories are just not enough. However painful, however stressful, however heartbreaking we must do this for her.  We would take photos and however painful it may be we must enjoy every single second with our girl.

We had decided that we wanted to see her now and in the morning, so we could say our final goodbyes, before she is taken by the funeral home. I lead Eloise into our room with sister Bridget pushing her. S was with the family and we asked them to leave briefly while we met Eloise together for the first time. S was still drowsy from the drugs but, the minute she caught my eye and knew that this was the time she was going to meet her daughter for the first time, her eyes lit up. It took my breath away and I wished so hard that it was under normal circumstances. She pushed her self up the bed which seeing how she moved afterwards, must have been so very painful, but there was no pain on her face. Sister Bridgett wheeled Eloise round to the side of the bed where S could see her and I could hold her.

Sister Bridgett then unwrapped Eloise and showed us our beautiful baby girl. S and I just squeezed each others hands tightly and had tears streaming down our faces. She was beautiful. She had S’s nose and shape of face, My black hair and chin. Sister Bridgett carefully unwrapped her and asked us if we would like to hold her. We both knew that we wanted to, but that it was going to be excruciatingly painful. As I was standing Sister Bridgett placed Eloise in my arms. She was so small and precious. I didn’t want to hold her wrong or hurt her in any way. I know from holding babies in the past, to support her head, it was so small that she fitted into the crook of my elbow.

It felt wonderful holding my baby girl but I so wished it was in normal circumstances. It felt like she was sleeping and I was so careful with her, as I didn’t want to wake her. That sounds absurd, but she had her eyes closed and was warm with her hands pulled up close to her neck. She looked peaceful. Her smell was wonderful. I couldn’t take my eyes off her and thoughts were rushing through my head. Tears were streaming and I was trying to take everything, that was happening to us, in. Why are we going through this? Why has this happened to our baby girl? How are we going to get through this? Are we going to get through this? Is this our only chance of parenthood?  I couldn’t stop the thoughts but I didn’t have the answers! I cherished every moment holding her and took her closer to S, so she could see her and touch her.

S had tears streaming down her face, but was also transfixed on Eloise. I asked her if she was ready to hold her baby girl. I could see that she was so nervous, but wanted to so much. I turned Eloise around very carefully and placed her in S’s arms and resting on her chest. She was so emotional and it hit me hard. This was the time that she was holding her baby for the first time, this was the time most parents cry with joy that their baby was finally here safe and well.

We are not normal parents and were meeting our baby girl in the worst circumstances, she should be with us, healthy and happy. We should be overwhelmed with joy and excited for our future, all 3 of us together.

We then just looked at each other and I put my arm around S and gave her a big squeeze and hug. We just looked at Eloise and took in what was happening to us. We then started looking at her in detail and saw her flat feet (from me) and black hair. Her tiny little hands and fingers, her cute button nose, her skinny ankles and calf’s. She would have had beautiful features and would have been a very pretty girl when she grew up. We both had tears in our eyes and I could see S was trying to take as much in as possible. We knew we only had a short time with her before she went and we wanted to see her again in the morning.

Her smell was infectious and S and I just took it in. I will remember it forever, we both will. We started to unwrap her from her receiving blanket. She was a pinky colour and still warm to touch. We looked at her in detail to try to understand and see if there was anything else that we could see that was associated to her translocated chromosomes. Her ears were very low set and her head already very large from her hydrocephalus but, otherwise, she was perfect. Every elbow, knee, ankle and wrist were all perfect. This was very hard as we were desperately looking for an answer to why this happened and if she would have had a slightly normal life. The low set ears meant she would have been severely mentally challenged and with her hydrocephalus, she wouldn’t have had any quality of life. Then and there we knew beyond doubt, that we had done the right thing.

We then swaddled her back up in her receiving blanket so she would continue to be warm and so the blanket would be covered in her wonderful smell. We also decided that if the family wanted to come and see her then they could. S and I were holding up for Eloise and wanted to take in every moment we had with her. I wanted to just break down and cry but she gave me the strength to carry on. I could feel it in my heart that she was giving me the strength to support her Mommy. If I had broken down then I know S would have too, I had to hold strong for them both. Our time was limited with her and we needed to remember very minute, every memory. We took some photos of her and then I invited the family in to meet their granddaughter and niece.

They were waiting outside the room, I left Eloise in S’s arms and then went and got them. When they came in S was sat up in her bed, holding her baby. This is normally the time when there are big smiles and joyous celebrations. The atmosphere was not like that. I could see how proud S was that this was her baby and she wanted so bad for it all to be normal. Her mum and sister came around the bed to her and lots of tears were shed. I don’t know what they were expecting but it was extremely hard to take for all and lots of tears were shed. Her mum gave her a big kiss and S introduced her granddaughter to her.

They couldn’t believe how small but perfect that she was. She looked like she was sleeping with her eyes sealed shut. It was difficult to put words together and it was small observations from everyone on what she was like. I was proud she was ours. She had so much spirit when she was in S’s tummy. When I read her Winnie the Pooh, she would move and kick, to show how much she enjoyed it. When she was in the bath and we were splashing her, she gave us kicks to say she was playing. When I talked to her she recognised my voice. She had a character and she proved she was stubborn too.

If only she was here and we could all see that Character grow up, it would have been beautiful. She would never have been messed with at school, she would have been the leader of all her friends and would have been the bossy one. These thoughts kept running through my mind and I so wanted things to be different. Whether it was the shock of the scenario we were going through, the hopes and dreams we have for our children, being shattered, I don’t know. It was just a time that I couldn’t change and thoughts that I couldn’t stop.

We showed the family all of our observations of her, and they could see all the likenesses of us in her. We could see it was a very hard time for them all and I thank them for being there. It must have been very difficult but they all wanted to meet her and support us through this unbelievably hard time. We took some more photos and I could see that S was getting very tired. I think the major surgery, the emotional pain and physical pain were all taking their toll on my beautiful wife. I could see that the sister thought so too. We had had over 30 mins with our daughter and decided to put her to bed with her teddy.

Like any new parent we didn’t want her to be alone and had brought her a teddy from home, to sleep with over night and to go with her to the funeral home and then to be cremated with her. She was swaddled with her teddy and they were face to face for the night. We had slept with the teddy for a few nights prior to her birth, so we knew that our smell was on the teddy and we wanted her to feel comfort in that. We would be with her tonight and always, wherever she may be. We wanted her to be comforted, knowing that she was loved so much and that her mummy and daddy would always be with her in spirit.

She gave us so much in such a short space of time. She made us parents, and now we were parents of an Angel. She was the most special girl and we will never ever forget her. We wanted her to be comfortable like any new parents and wanted her to have a good nights sleep. That sounds absurd i know, but we wanted to know that she was safe and making her way to heaven. We wanted her to know we loved her and that we were still keeping her safe.

Sister Bridgett helped us swaddle her with her teddy and then took some photos of her for us. She was amazing in the way she took gentle care with her and was so respectful of all our wishes. I can’t believe how hard it must be for all the staff, as they come to work to see new life and babies being born. Seeing happy overjoyed parents, helping new parents with their babies and teaching them what to do before they go home with their bundles of joy. You always think of the positive side of being a labour nurse or sister. She was now going to go home having been with us and seeing our grief. It must be very hard on them, especially to them come back again the next morning to the labour ward and normality!

S and I told Sister Bridgett that we wanted to see her in the morning again, when we had both had time to reflect and to prepare her to go to the funeral home. We wanted more time with her for photo’s, to say our goodbyes as a family of 3 that we now were, all the while knowing how hard it would be never to hold her and touch her again after that. We wanted as many memories as possible, her smell, pictures, her blanket (we had another to wrap her in to keep her warm and send her off with) her hand and footprints. We also wanted to try to come to terms with what had happened and to give her a fitting goodbye from both her mommy and daddy. We gave her kisses goodnight and told her we would see her tomorrow and to sleep well.

It was so hard giving her back to Sister Brigett, I just wanted to hold her all night long and tell her how much we loved her. I wanted to be the same as normal fathers, going to change her nappy and feed her in the middle of the night. I knew I couldn’t and wouldn’t but I still had this overwhelming feeling that I wish I could. I handed her to Sister Bridgett who put her back into the basket. We both gave her a final kiss and she took her out of the room and to bed. I looked at S and we both just broke down in tears, I flung my arms around her and we just hugged. I kissed her and told her how much I loved her and that we would see our beautiful girl again tomorrow.

S was being so brave and I was so proud, I loved her so so much and she was now the mother of my child. This experience could break some people and marriages but I just knew that we were in it together and our love for each other was so strong that we would get through it and be even stronger. I could feel Eloise telling me to be there for her Mommy and to do everything and anything she wanted. She gave me the strength and stamina. I could see S was in a lot of pain and she needed to rest.

Dr Baker came around to see how she was doing. He asked the family to leave the room. He was so good and so empathetic, he was in this with us all the way and you could tell he would be after as well. He told us that she didn’t suffer and that was the most important thing. He looked after S and had arranged the room in the surgical ward to make things as comfortable as possible. S took great comfort in his words and she was very emotional. He then left us and the family talked to him outside privately. I think they were also looking for answers and reassurance, which I can understand.

S and I then were on our own and we realised we had a long night ahead.  The family popped back in to say their goodbyes before heading home. They gave us their love and were going to look after the dogs for us. I was going to stay the night with S and do anything that she needed of me. We were in this together and anything that I could do, I would do. We chatted and talked for another 20-30mins. We tried to reflect on everything as much as we could. S needed the pain relief and I could see it was making her very tired and sleepy. She was fighting it as she just wanted to talk about our Eloise and make sure she was safe and didn’t suffer. I gave her the reassurance she needed and then let her fall asleep. My beautiful wife needed to get better her self after major surgery. I needed her and Eloise needed her.

Again I could feel Eloise with us. It wasn’t just us in the room and I could still smell her. It was a surreal feeling and it was as if she was also watching us and listening to us. She was sending us her love, she knew that we needed it. Our pain was great but our love for her was greater. S fell asleep and I kissed her goodnight, told her I was there whatever she needed. She gave me a nod and squeezed my hand with her eyes closed. She blew me a kiss and went to sleep. I was now on my own, I felt that I needed to put my memories to paper and so here we are. I sat writing for about 2hours, remembering every little thing I could. I knew S wouldn’t remember it all, so this is as much for her, so she can understand what happened.

Nurses came in and out every 30 mins or so to check S’s vitals and make sure she was ok and comfortable. They brought me a chair to sleep on. I just kept writing and putting down all my thoughts and feelings. I have never written before like this and it is just an overwhelming feeling putting your thoughts and emotions down. Lots of tears were shed while writing and thankfully ipads are wipe clean!

I kept talking to Eloise which I am sure sounds mad. I felt she was there, so I kept reassuring her and thanking her for everything that she gave us. I was and will always be her daddy. I want to make her proud, whether she was here, or looking from above. I felt she needed it and I needed to communicate with her. I had a bond and wanted to keep it going. I felt like she was and always would be looking over us. She was small and only a baby, yet I felt like she now had this overwhelming power and that she can look after us both. She is our Angel, our special amazing girl. We wished she could be with us but understand she was needed elsewhere. She had such a short time with us, yet I feel like I have known her forever. She will always be with us whatever and wherever we go.

As I complete this on her due date of 12th March, I can tell you that she gave us so many memories and continues to give us so very much. I know she will always be with us and when we need to see a sign, if we are having a tough day, she is alway there with something to give us reassurance. Some of the things she has done, are amazing and continue to amaze me. We have one extremely special girl and I am so proud to say that she is mine. I miss you with all my heart Eloise and so wish you could be with us. I know you are with us in spirit my girl and take great reassurance from that. I now know and understand the greater influence that you have and I see the plan. It was so tough letting you go and I tried everything and spoke to everyone that I could for you, but I know you know that and, you have shown us beyond doubt that both you and God forgive us our decision.

You are one in a million and I cannot wait to meet you one day. You have made me such a great person and I am so so proud of everything you do. I hope I will make you proud to be my daughter, I am sure you are impacting on thousands of lives as an Angel. You have impacted so much on your Mommy and Daddy, words cannot even express how much. We will always be there for you. We would love to have you come back to us if it ever possible, otherwise we know you are waiting for us and that we will all be together one day.

We love you always and forever and will always send you our love and thoughts. I hope you know how much you are missed and loved.

Love you forever My Angel Eloise,

x x x x x x

Eloise’s birth… written by her Daddy (Part 1)

We said goodbye to Eloise in our hospital room on our own and told her how much we loved her and what she meant to us. We wished her a safe journey to heaven and told her to come back to us when she is ready. Played her rockabye lullaby’s and read her some more Winnie the pooh. We also told her we would finish the story over the next few days and she must listen to it from heaven.

Everything she gave us was special, her kicks, her heartbeat, her story time that she enjoyed, her mummy and daddy cuddles, her naughtiness and moving away from the heartbeat monitor. Her first and last bath with us and being splashed and kicking in retaliation. Her waving to us on every scan and listening to us and our decision. She shared dancing in the rain with mummy, swimming with us and the pups, her gorgeous reveal party which was her very special day, when she amazed us with the news that she wasn’t a boy. She even gave us a wave on her MRI.

S went up to theater and we said our final goodbye’s. The aneathetist was wonderful and we could see it was going to be emotional for them as well as us. I gave him our camera and asked him to take a picture of her at birth and also afterwards. I could see the tear and hurt in his eye but he said yes and gave me a reassuring look that she would die peacefully and respectfully. She was our baby girl and he understood that we wanted the memories.

S was wheeled off into the theater with her heartbreaking and tears streaming down her face. The pain in my heart, that I would never see my baby girl in her bump and never feel her kick again, was excruciating.

I had to wait outside the theater for several minutes to see if I could see her and give her a reassuring look and blow her a kiss when the doors kept opening. I couldn’t as she was out of my sight. The thoughts of running in through those doors to see and feel my baby girl once again were there. To stop it all and to take them both home. My heart told me to let her go and to release her from her future pain. I knew we were doing the best for Eloise and she would understand that the body she had, would not be good enough for her soul to flourish.

I went to sit with S’s family. All I could do was to focus on those theater doors. Every time they opened I hoped for a final glimpse of S with our daughter in her tummy. The minutes started to tick by and I kept a watch on the clock as I knew that the procedure was about 30-40 mins and Eloise would be born about 20 mins in to the procedure. It was agony.

I had to take a walk away on my own and to try to control my emotions, for S and Eloise. I wanted to be strong and a fighter, a warrior like my daughter. If she has taught me anything it is to have strength for her. She never gave up on us after that 7 week scan when our hearts broke the first time. I wanted to say my goodbyes as a proper father and being strong for her and showing her I am the best daddy she could have chosen was my way of doing that. My heart will bleed and break but she will always be in my thoughts and in my heart. I believed in her and fought through that weekend. She defied the doctors to give us these experiences and I thank her wholeheartedly for that. Dr V’s e-mail of “slim to no chance” of surviving that weekend will always be in my thoughts yet she gave us the next 17 weeks to experience what she would and what she does mean to us. We will never forget you Eloise.

I found myself what I thought was a quiet corner. When I looked up I found that I was stood outside the NICU ward entrance! Irony is hideous sometimes. This is the place we should be. This is where Eloise should be going after having her shunt done. This is the place we should be living at in 10 weeks time. The beautiful pink entrance with all the kiddies photo’s was so different to the rest of the normal clinical walled and carpeted hospital. The stats on the wall of 90% chance of survival after a 28 week birth. This should be us. Eloise should be going there. I began to start hoping and dreaming that Dr Baker would take her out of S’s tummy and bring her straight here. He would see a glimmer of hope and she would be rushed past me. My daughter was a survivor and defied doctor’s before. She could do it again, even the world’s best. I then realised I was expecting too much and reality gave me another kick. My heart was so sore and had to leave this corner.

I returned to the family and it seemed that the clock had stopped and the minutes felt like hours. As I was returning Father Michael arrived and I welcomed and thanked him for coming at this time. Anything we could do to make Eloise’s trip to heaven easier for her, where she could be our little Angel looking over us and waiting for us. I updated father Michael and asked him what he would like to do. He said he would Christen her immediately and would do a blessing later.  We then sat down and waited… I looked at my watch again and then spoke to my Eloise. I told her I loved her, told her I would miss her so much and she would always be so special to S and I and that we would cherish the time we had with her forever. She was our little miracle, even if it wasn’t for long enough.

Father Michael left us and went to see another patient for a short time. A few minutes later I heard a baby crying. I hoped it was my Eloise and Dr Baker would come rushing past. I then thought I hoped it wasn’t because it would mean she is suffering. I rushed to the theater door as if I wanted to reassure her that daddy was here and he loved her very much and that, although she wants to fight, she must make her way to heaven for us.  I then realised it was a mother who had just given birth to her baby and the father was just meeting his baby for the first time. Another cruel blow for us but a wondrous moment for someone else. I returned to my seat and the family were taken out of theater and to recovery.

Shortly after that, a father then wheeled his baby back past from the Labour ward back to the NICU ward. I so wished that this would have been me in a few weeks. Lots of parents wish for a healthy baby. We knew Eloise was special and that this was never going to be easy and we could be potentially living at he NICU ward with her after she had had her shunt put in for her Hydrocephalus. We would have been hoping and praying for her every day but, we would have taken the chance.

A minute later I had the most surreal feeling. I knew at that moment that my baby girl had just left us. All the pain and hurt that was in my heart at that time left and I felt a release. I felt at peace that she was released. I felt she understood why we made the decision that we did and she agreed we were doing the right thing for her. This was her sign to me as her daddy, that she loved me and that we would get through this. This was her sign of taking the pain away and with her to heaven. It was the most wonderful feeling that I had a connection with my daughter. I felt great strength that I could do anything and that she gave me the strength to support S and the rest of the family. To be strong like her, to never give up, to get through the next few hours, days weeks without her. To be able to see her even though it would be hugely painful but to enjoy her while we could.

My feelings immediately changed to worrying about S. It was as if Eloise told me that she was ok but to now think of her mummy. That her mummy now needed me. My eyes were glued to the theater ward just waiting for a glimpse of S being ok.

A couple of minutes later and I could see a Sister walking towards me in her scrubs. As she came towards me I got up and went to her. She told me that she was going to clean Eloise and bring her past us. This was so nice as I knew Eloise was being cared for and looked after in the way that she deserved. The sister was so respectful and it gave me the feeling that Eloise was safe. I prepared Father Michael so that we were ready to Baptise her. I prepared myself and stood close to the doors, as I wanted to walk her to her Baptism and be close to her, to keep her safe. The theater doors opened and I could see the Sister walking with Eloise, in a small basket, towards me. Dr Baker was walking next to her and I could see from a distance that he was red in the face and in tears. The emotion got to me and I could feel tears streaming down my face. As they got closer Dr Baker came over and gave me a huge hug and said “I am sorry chap”. I thanked him for being so caring and looking after Eloise, the best that he could.

We walked to the Labour ward and in to a private room which the sister had pre-prepared. Father Michael, Dr Baker, the Sister and myself were all present for Eloise’s Baptism. The Sister and Dr Baker both said that she didn’t suffer and that they were sorry for our loss. We were ready to Baptise Eloise.

Sister Betts handed me some tissues. Dr Baker then started to roll back the Towel which was covering my baby girl and keeping her warm. Her teddy was with her and keeping her safe. The first time you see your child is always a special moment and even though it was in these circumstances, to me, she was still the most beautiful daughter ever. She had my black hair, which got me straight away. I stayed strong for her somehow and focused on her gorgeous little face. She had such a cute face with S’s nose. Father Michael started the Baptism and I just listened and couldn’t take my eyes off my little Angel. He blessed her with the Holy Water and then we prayed for her. It wasn’t until after we finished the prayers, that I could feel the tears running down my cheeks. I promised Eloise I would be strong and I was, for her. Dr Baker and Sister Betts then left the room after again giving their condolences. Father Michael then told me that we, as a family, would always have our Eloise looking over us and that we would stay strong and we would always be her parents. He offered his condolences and told me that he would be there for us, in anyway that he could, over the following weeks.

I bent forward and, for the first time, gave my daughter a kiss. It was beautiful. She was warm, and felt like she was sleeping. Her smell will stay with me forever and was amazing. To this minute that I am writing this I can still smell her. I told her I loved her and that she was on her way to heaven. I asked her to make sure that her mummy would be ok, so that I could look after her, for her. I then stroked her beautiful cheek and head and promised her that I would never forget her and that she would always be in my heart.

I then made sure that she was comfortable, with her teddy bear and covered her back over with the towel to keep warm. Like many fathers, this was my biggest concern, that she would get cold. Unfortunately my daughter would, but it was still my gut instinct straight away. I left her in the room and said that I would see her soon and introduce her to her mommy. Sister Betts was waiting outside and told me that she would take care of her, until we were ready to see her downstairs in our room.

I left the Labour ward, with a mother being wheeled in the entrance, with her baby who was only a few days old, again agony at this time. It was nobody’s fault, just fate has a way of kicking you in the teeth over and over again. I returned to where the family were, Father Michael was telling them that we had Baptised her and that she was now at peace. They were in tears and their hearts were breaking, they all gave me a look that we had done the right thing for her. They asked what she looked like and the immediate thing that came into my head, was her black hair.

I had to walk away before I broke down and my thoughts were for my gorgeous wife. I wanted to make sure she was okay. Dr Baker had said that she was ok and coming around, when we walked to Eloise’s Baptism. I walked to the theater just as the doors opened and I could see S’s hair. I rushed to the doors but didn’t know whether I was allowed in. I put my foot in the door when the doors started to close, the nurses looked up and saw me. I called out to S and she looked up and they allowed me in. I went in and gave my wife the kiss and cuddle that I needed to give her. To reassure her that her daughter was gorgeous, just like her. To try to ease her pain and tell her that she was Baptised and on her way to heaven. We just hugged so tightly for our baby girl and told each other that we loved her so much.

They were checking S’s chart and ready to release her back to the ward. We rolled her out and took her back down to the room via every wall, chair and lift they could bump her into! I could see the pain on her face, with every bump, but she was so brave and we finished up in our room. Father Michael came in and spoke to S to tell her that Eloise was Baptised and to give her some beautiful, reassuring words. He then said a prayer and a blessing. S’s family then came in when she was ready and many tears were shed. S and I both wanted to see Eloise together and we wanted to make sure that S was awake and feeling ok, after the trauma she had been through with the surgery and anaesthetic. Within 10-15 mins,we felt the time was right.

We could have called for Eloise to be brought down from her sleeping room, but I wanted to fetch her and guide her to her mummy. Sister Bridgett, who was now on shift in the Labour ward greeted me and I explained that I was Eloise’s father and had come to bring her to our room. She was very compassionate and extremely respectful with our beautiful girl. She asked me if I wanted to take her or if she could bring her for us. I asked if she could come as I felt it would be too much wheeling my baby through the ward, into the lift and downstairs. I would be taking the same route as the father earlier, who also brought his baby from that ward. He turned right to NICU. I would turn left into the lift and downstairs to a broken hearted family and a grieving mother.

(Part 2 will follow in a few days)

Why I can’t wait to be your Mommy…

Before we find out whether we are expecting a boy or a girl this weekend, I wanted to list the reasons that I put myself through all that I did, to become a Mommy and it goes something like this:


  • from the moment that you open your eyes, you will look at me like I am the most important person in the world to you and I will be!
  • when you have an owie, you will want me, your Mommy and no one else will do
  • to play with you will be the most fun Mommy has had since she was a child
  • I will get to teach you all that is fascinating about this world
  • I will get to see Daddy become the best Daddy in the world, just like I have always known he will be
  • I will get to watch you learn new things on a daily basis and be the proudest Mommy in the world
  • I get to have the priviledge to mould you into the best person you can be, to be caring to people and animals and the world, to be funny, loyal and to laugh all the time
  • I will get to read you bed time stories and watch your little face light up with pleasure at the tales
  • I will get to make forts or princess castles with you and watch you play in them for hours
  • watching you sleep will become Mommy’s new favourite pastime
  • because this is why I was put on this earth

I don’t mind whether you are a boy or a girl my darling, I just pray that you are healthy and happy, because you will be loved so much, regardless.


Baby Shower Survivor!!

Well, the Baby Shower came and went on Saturday and, guess what, I survived!!! Looking back, I can now see that the anticipation of the day was so much worse, than the day itself, but I guess that it also helped that I was one of the hosts and so was busied with making sure everyone was happy and kids stayed alive etc.

The meltdown actually came the day before, when hubby and I were at my Mom’s house (venue), firming up plans for the next day and one of our family friends who couldn’t make it the next day, dropped of this mahoooooosive hamper for the baby. As it was open, my Mom decided to have a nose and out came piece after piece of the most gorgeous baby goodies that you have ever seen. Hubby and I excused ourselves and I just about made it to the car before bursting into tears and sobbing great big hicupping sobs all the way home (luckily hubby was in his own car, or else he might have been tempted to open the door and boot me out!!). All that was going through my head on that drive home, was that it would NEVER be our turn, it would NEVER be MY baby shower and I would NEVER have a baby to call my own….

After that, the next day was actually a breeze in comparison! It was made hard when people started asking me stupid questions like: was my bro in law coming? I mean, as far as I am aware, Baby showers are girls only aren’t they? Not so apparently, as now the proud Dadda is allowed to partake…. shows you just how much of a baby shower pariah I have been, that I didn’t even know the correct answer to that hey?!

BUT, most importantly, I survived!! Now I have 16 days and counting till the little fella arrives, at which time I will also be hyped up on hormones for our cycle! Yikes! Make sure you check back for those “fun and games” aka tantrums and tears…

Why I am more of an emotional wreck than usual…

Ok, so I thought that I owed you a bit of an explanation regarding my less than stable emotional state recently…

At the beginning of the month we made the decision that, in June, we will commence our 3rd and final ICSI cycle (as chatted about in a previous post). We are going balls to the wall with this one and are doing a ZIFT, which is a pretty hectic procedure, meaning that the embryo’s are transferred via a laparoscopy, into my tubes, the day after they fertilise. This is because, when the issue is with the sperm, the embies seem to do better when they are put back in their natural habitat quicker. It is a big procedure and means that I will be going under general anaesthetic the day after being sedated for egg retrieval BUT, I have survived a laparoscopy before and I want to look back and know that we did EVERYTHING that we could, to get our BFP.

So, there is a lot riding on this one, which automatically makes it more emotionally draining than the first 2 cycles that we did. In fact, for the first one, we were so young (27!) and naive, that it didn’t enter our heads that the cycle would fail….I mean, why would it? We were young and everybody said it would work…!! One BFN later and we were a bit older and wiser about the dark world of Infertility and so we waited 2 years before having cycle no 2. That time we had 2 seemingly perfect blastocysts transferred and left the clinic with the Fertility Specialists words ringing in our ears “the worst outcome will be that it is twins”!!! One heartbreaking and soul destroying BFN later, we took another 3 years to pick up the pieces enough, to enable us to be in the right place both emotionally and financially, to try again.

So, yes, if I am a bit of a whinger and a bitcher over the next few weeks, I apologise in advance. I know that that is the reason I reacted so badly to the recent “kid’s party saga”, there is no way if I was in my right mind, that I would’ve let it hurt me quite so much…

Maybe….just maybe!

Posted by me on Friday, on

“You know how, when you’re on the list, your SW’s don’t tell you each and every time someone looks at your profile?? Well, today, we found out that, at 2pm, someone would be viewing our profile….

A few weeks ago, we picked up our profile, to update it (we have rescued a dog from the SPCA and thought he should be in it),but you know how time goes and we still haven’t gotten round to doing it (incidentally we said this morning that we’d do it tonight and get it back to her tomorrow). So, we have a bit of a stressful morning this morning (our gardener decided it would be a great idea to take our dogs out for a walk…on one of the biggest main roads around and hubby spotted him!!!) and, when I eventually got back to my desk, I had a message from our SW’s maid reminding me to bring the album back. I rang her and apologised and said that we would bring it tomorrow…she said that Monday would prob be better, as she will be in all day to let me in. Something then told me to message Zoe (SW) and so I sent her one apologising for taking so long. So, she replied to say that it is ok, she just didn’t want us to miss out!!! So, I said that, if she ever needs our profile back, I could get it to her in 20 mins…to which she replied…BRING IT NOW!!!! So, I cancelled my afternoon appointments and zoomed home, picked up the profile, plus the loose pics that we had ready to put in and a glue stick and drove like the wind, the 20kms to her house. I got there at 13:22pm. Veronica (maid) came out and said that she is sorry that she couldn’t tell me to bring it today, but she was glad I contacted Zoe. I asked what time they/she/he (no idea on details) were coming and she said 2pm!! So, I glued the pics in outside her house, gave our profile a good luck kiss and zoomed away!!!”

Posted by me now, continuing the story…

“So, when I left Zoe’s house, I went and sat round the corner, at a lovely dog walking spot that I knew and made a few phone calls, asking for lots of prayers and good vibes to be sent at 2pm. I group messaged my closest friends who were all beyond excited for me and I phoned my Mom and Sister. Then I sat with tears streaming down my face, remembering that my Gran had said to me during that psychic session, that we would be happy in May and again in September….could this be the reason that we would be happy in May?? COULD THIS BE OUR TIME??

I prayed alot and spoke to my Gran, asking for a sign that this would be it. Then, when I couldn’t sit still any longer, I went to the supermarket nearby (so I would be in close enough proximity to still send my own good vibes) and proceeded see a bunch of boy children, ranging from 2 months-5yrs old (my Gran “said” we were going to have 2 boys), which is not unusual for a supermarket in the middle of the day but, how I encountered them was a bit bizarre… One was abandoned in his push chair, blocking the aisle to the till (I thought to myself that, if his Mom only knew a fraction of the emotional and vulnerable state that I was in, there is no way that she would’ve left her son unattended!!) I stood behind him frozen to the spot for a full 30 seconds, before his 3 year old brother came and moved him. Then there was a boy riding on the trolley with his Mom, who waved at me and watched me very intently, his eyes following me the whole way to my car and another that I encountered in the parking loft who gave me a big grin and a chuckle (kids don’t usually pay me any attention)…could those have been the signs? COULD THIS BE OUR TIME??

So, as you can imagine, when I got home that evening I was a bit of a gibbering idiot!! I asked my hubby if I should pester Zoe (SW) and ask her for feedback and he agreed that I should. So, I messaged her and said that, although I know that we aren’t supposed to know that our profile was being viewed but, as we do know, we would love some feedback… she replied by saying that it was very early days with this birth mom, BUT and, here’s the biggy, “we have several BM’s who may look at profiles over next few weeks, so I didn’t want you to miss out”!!! OMG, we go from “hardly any white birth mom’s are out there”, to “several birth mom’s”!!! so, as well as a few others out there who are waiting (im)patiently on the list, maybe this really is OUR TIME!!! 🙂



Mother’s Day AND a Christening??

So, Sunday is one of the hardest days of the year for us Women trying so very hard to have children… Mothers Day!

As if that wasn’t bad enough though, it turns out that my cousin decided to have her son’s Christening (one of the hardest family celebrations that an infertile has to deal with anyway) on that toughest of days AND my hubby will be away for it!!

I obviously cannot go and listen to a mass celebrating all the mother’s of the world…I’m just not strong enough at the moment and yet, what possible excuse could I come up with when it’s Mothers Day and my Mother will be there? So, I have decided to be honest and just bbm’d her saying that I really can’t face it, sorry!

Guess that’s another family member who will now think I’m nuts…

My new worry… how will the dynamics change?

So, lets say that the past 6 years had panned out as they should have…. we would have 2 kids, one of 6 and one of 4. My 2 closest friends from primary and high school have 2 kids of those ages and, since we have been back in SA, we have reconnected and become close once again (my hubby has also befriended their hubbies and so we are now a group rather than a 3some), so in this scenario, our kids would all be good pals too and we would continue having our weekends at the Vaal and hanging out together for the next 10-20 years.

Now, lets skip to the life that we are actually living….at the moment we are a strong group, we go away for weekends together, the kids love us and all is hunky dory. What happens when we get the call (from my lips to God’s ears)? Or, if what my Gran said, comes true and we have a successful final cycle and it ends up being twins (please, please, please!)…. how will it all work then??

I sat at the Vaal Dam with them all this past Easter weekend and we were discussing what our favourite age has been so far 20’s, 30’s or 40’s (for Kel’s Mom who was there) and my 2 buds agreed that def their 30’s (we’re 33), as all the baby stuff was behind them and now they have got their lives back and that they always wanted to have had their babies by the time they turned 30. It was quite hard to listen to, not because I will mind wiping bums and clearing up puke when it happens BUT because I had also planned that I’d be done with it all by now….

Anyway, I guess time will tell whether our friendship will change….but it is kind of inevitable, no matter how many times they say that it’s cool because the elder kiddies love playing dolly and they will do nappies etc…I need to be a realist and get my head around the fact that, the minute we get that call, or a + sign on a pee stick….the dynamics will shift and when that does eventually happen and 6 years of TTC comes to an end, I doubt that I will want it any other way!